Chapter 1 Pretty Boy
Liam's legs burned as he sprinted across the school field, his breath coming in short gasps. The afternoon sun bore down on him, making sweat drip from his forehead, but he didn't dare slow down. His heart pounded in his chest, not just from exhaustion but from fear.
Behind him, four boys chased relentlessly, their angry shouts echoing through the open field.
"You're dead today, Liam!" one of them yelled.
"Think you can escape us forever?" another taunted.
Liam didn't waste his breath replying. He knew better. Words wouldn't save him. If anything, they would only anger them more. The only thing that mattered was getting away.
Liam wasn't just running aimlessly. He knew if he kept moving in circles around the field, they would eventually catch him. The four boys were athletic, stronger than him, and had one goal—beating him up like they always did. He had been through this too many times to count.
At nineteen, Liam was considered one of the most handsome boys in school. He had sharp, striking blue eyes, dark wavy hair that always seemed effortlessly perfect, and a lean yet elegant build. His face was smooth, flawless, the kind that made girls swoon when he walked by. But that was exactly the problem.
The other boys hated him for it.
Liam wasn't strong. He wasn't the type to fight back. And because he was quiet and didn't have the confidence to stand up for himself, he became an easy target. The girls in school adored him, always giggling when he passed by, and that only made the guys angrier. They couldn't stand the attention he got.