School Hierarchies
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Chapter 2: School Hierarchies
Cassie adjusted her uniform as she walked into Eastvale Academy the next morning. The courtyard was already buzzing—students laughing in clusters, designer bags slung over their shoulders, voices overlapping like a constant hum. She kept her head down, hoping to blend in, but her nerves made her steps uneven.
“Cassie! Over here!” Jada waved from the far side of the courtyard, Malik quietly at her side.
Cassie hurried over. “Morning,” she muttered, slipping into the small circle between them.
“Don’t look so tense,” Jada said, nudging her. “They’ll smell fear a mile away, and trust me, Lyra will notice.”
Cassie shivered. Lyra’s amber eyes seemed to follow her from across the courtyard even now, a smirk playing on her lips.
“You think she’ll actually come bother me today?” Cassie whispered.
Malik shook his head. “If she does, just stay calm. She’s testing you, nothing more.”
Cassie nodded, though her stomach churned.
The first class of the day was economics, and as she entered the room, Cassie felt dozens of eyes on her. Whispered comments, snickers, and subtle glares followed her to her seat. She tried to ignore it, opening her notebook carefully.
Lyra sauntered in moments later, effortlessly pulling all attention toward herself. She leaned against the teacher’s desk for a moment, surveying the room. Then her gaze landed on Cassie, sharp and unyielding.
“Ah, the scholarship girl,” Lyra said, voice casual but cutting. “I see you survived yesterday. Good for you.”
Cassie’s cheeks burned. “T-thank you…” she murmured.
Lyra smirked, amber eyes glinting. “Don’t thank me. I’m watching. And I notice everything.”
The teacher called roll, and Cassie tried to focus, but the tension in the room made it impossible. She could feel the hierarchy pressing down—the rich, the popular, the untouchables—and she was squarely at the bottom.
Midway through class, the door opened and a group of girls leaned against the frame. Vanya and her clique, designer bags slung over their shoulders, stared at Cassie like she was an exhibit.
“Well, look who’s trying to keep up,” Vanya said, voice dripping with mockery. “The scholarship girl. How cute.”
Cassie’s stomach tightened. She looked at Jada, who whispered, “Ignore them. They thrive on attention.”
Lyra, surprisingly, didn’t look amused. Her amber eyes narrowed. “Keep your distance,” she said quietly to Cassie, leaning closer than necessary. Her tone was protective, dominant, yet still teasing. “Don’t give them the satisfaction.”
Cassie nodded, heart racing.
The bell rang, and students flooded the hallways. Jada and Malik escorted Cassie to the cafeteria corner where they usually ate, away from the watchful eyes of Lyra’s clique.
“You handled yourself well,” Jada said, handing Cassie a bottle of water. “But watch out. Vanya will test you, and Lyra… she’s complicated. Just… pay attention.”
“I don’t even know what that means,” Cassie admitted.
“You’ll see,” Malik said quietly. “She’s dominant, smart… and she likes to test people she’s interested in. Just don’t make mistakes.”
Cassie’s stomach twisted. Interested? She shook her head. Don’t get distracted. Focus on surviving.
After school, Cassie changed into her work uniform and headed to The Golden Bean Café. The smell of roasted coffee beans and fresh pastries greeted her like an old friend. She moved quickly behind the counter, making lattes, cappuccinos, and chocolate croissants. The rush of orders helped distract her from school, from Lyra, from the whisper of social hierarchies that seemed to haunt her every step.
Still, at the back of her mind, the image of Lyra—golden hair, amber eyes, smirk—kept intruding. Cassie shook it off and focused on balancing trays and keeping up with the crowd.
By the time she walked home, the weight of the day settled on her shoulders. Her mother sat slouched on the couch, the smell of alcohol clinging to the air.
“Where’s my money?” she demanded the moment Cassie stepped inside.
“I… I need some for food tomorrow…” Cassie began quietly.
Her mother’s eyes narrowed. “คุณไม่มีวันรวยหรอก (You’ll never be rich). Give it all to me.” She snatched the envelope, leaving Cassie with nothing.
Cassie sank onto her bed, exhaustion pressing down. Between school, the café, and her home life, there seemed to be no reprieve.
Yet she couldn’t stop thinking about Lyra—the way she commanded attention, the way she seemed to notice everything. And somehow, that intensity scared her and intrigued her at the same time.
Tomorrow, Cassie thought, I have to survive another day.
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