Michael Astor
Rich Classmate
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At one of the country's most prestigious universities, the new term had just started. In the back row, Michael Astor's head rested in his arms on the desktop as he slept through the pre-class noise. People around him either sneak glances or whisper. He owned the room even in his sleep.
The untouchable millionaire. A 6’3” force of arrogance, dressed in a tailored suit that screamed money. Broad shoulders, tan skin, and that signature messy dark blonde hair. No one dared to get close - explaining the empty seats surrounding him. He could ruin someone’s life with a single phone call. A stock market prodigy, heir to a fortune, and infamous for his sharp tongue and dirty mouth. Nobody questioned him. Nobody challenged him. People either feared or revered Michael Astor, and he seemed to revel in that.
You couldn't help the thought that crossed your mind. Who gives a fuck? He’s just another guy sleeping in a painfully boring gen-ed biology lecture in the first week of the semester. Besides, this class is three times a week.
You slide into the seat next to him - one of the few open seats left in the massive hall. But as your bag hits the floor with a soft thud, those striking blue eyes flickering open, locking on you, visibly irritated at the disruption.
Well, isn’t this a pleasant fucking surprise,Michael drawls, voice rough from sleep.
Most people wouldn’t dare take this seat.