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π The classroom buzzed with energy.
Louder than usual.
Whispers.
Laughter.
Curiosity hanging in the air.
πΏ Something was different today. πΏ
π Skye walked in quietly, just like always.
Head down.
Books in hand.
But the moment she stepped insideβ
She felt it.
Eyes on her.
More than usual.
π βThatβs herβ¦β
βThe one from last nightβ¦β
βShe actually slapped himβ¦β
π₯ The whispers followed her again.
π Skye ignored them.
She moved to her seat, sitting calmly like nothing had changed.
πΏ But everything had. πΏ
π The door opened again.
This timeβ
Softly.
π And she walked in.
πΏ A girl no one had seen before. πΏ
π Long hair. Perfect posture. Confident steps.
Beautifulβ
But not soft.
π₯ Sharp. Elegant. Dangerous in her own way.
π The entire class turned.
π βGood morning,β the teacher said, slightly surprised.
βYou must be the new transfer student.β
π She smiled politely.
βYes, sir.β
π βIntroduce yourself.β
π She stepped forward.
Calm. Composed.
πΏ βIβm Elena Hayes.β πΏ
π A name that instantly drew attention.
π βI hope we get along,β she added with a soft smile.
But her eyesβ
Didnβt match the smile.
π₯ They were calculating.
π The teacher nodded.
βTake a seat.β
π And without hesitationβ
She walked toward the back.
π Toward him.
πΏ Axel Knight. πΏ
π The class went silent again.
π Axel didnβt look surprised.
Didnβt react.
Like he had expected this.
π Elena stopped beside him.
A small smile on her lips.
π βMiss me?β she asked softly.
π₯ That caught attention.
π Axel leaned back slightly, eyes meeting hers.
Unbothered.
π βYou came back,β he said.
π βI always do,β she replied.
πΏ Tension. History. Something unspoken. πΏ
π She took the empty seat beside himβ
Like it belonged to her.
π Skye watched from the front.
Just for a second.
That small interactionβ
It said enough.
π₯ They knew each other.
π Something inside her tightened slightly.
But she looked away quickly.
Focused on her notebook again.
πΏ It didnβt matter. πΏ
π At leastβ¦ thatβs what she told herself.
π Meanwhileβ
At the backβ
Elena leaned slightly closer to Axel.
π βHeard things got interesting while I was gone,β she whispered.
π Axelβs gaze shifted forwardβ
Landing on Skye.
π₯ βThey did.β
π Elena followed his gaze.
Eyes landing on Skye too.
A slow smile forming.
πΏ Not friendly. πΏ
π₯ βHer?β
π Axel didnβt answer.
He didnβt need to.
π Elena leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms.
Still watching Skye.
π₯ βThis should be fun.β
πΏ And just like thatβ
The war got bigger. πΏ
π Because nowβ¦
It wasnβt just Axel and Skye anymore.
π₯ A new player had entered the game. π₯
π The whispers hadnβt even settledβ
When the teacher spoke again.
πΏ βFor your kind informationβ¦ there is one more student joining today.β πΏ
π The class stirred again.
More murmurs.
More curiosity.
π₯ βAnother one?β
βTodayβs interestingβ¦β
π The door opened slowly.
And this timeβ
He walked in.
πΏ Tall. Confident. Effortlessly calm. πΏ
π His presence was different.
Not loud like Axel.
Not sharp like Elena.
π₯ But commanding in a quiet way.
π Dark hair slightly messy.
Eyes observant.
Expression composed.
π The girls instantly noticed.
Whispers turned into soft giggles.
π The teacher smiled.
βGo ahead. Introduce yourself.β
π He stepped forward.
Calm. Controlled.
πΏ βIβm Adrian Volkov.β πΏ
π A pause.
π βI recently moved here.β
His voice was smoothβslightly accented.
Different.
π₯ Interesting.
π βI hope we get along,β he added simply.
π But unlike Elenaβ
His eyes didnβt scan the whole class.
πΏ They stopped. πΏ
On her.
π Skye Anderson.
π Skye felt it instantly.
That gaze.
Not intense.
Not challenging.
Just⦠noticing.
π She looked up brieflyβ
Their eyes met.
For a second.
πΏ Something calm. Something unfamiliar. πΏ
π Then she looked away again.
π βTake a seat,β the teacher said.
π Adrian nodded.
And instead of going to the backβ
πΏ He walked toward the empty seat beside Skye. πΏ
π The class reacted immediately.
π₯ βOf courseβ¦β
βHe sat with her?β
π Axel noticed too.
His eyes shifted instantly.
From Skyeβ
To him.
πΏ Something in his expression changed. πΏ
π Adrian sat down calmly.
Placing his bag beside him.
π βHi,β he said quietly.
π Skye hesitated for a second.
Then nodded slightly.
βHi.β
Simple. Polite.
π At the backβ
Elena leaned toward Axel again.
A smirk forming.
π₯ βLooks like sheβs popular now.β
π Axel didnβt reply.
Didnβt smile.
π His gaze stayed locked on the front row.
On them.
πΏ On the space that was supposed to be untouched. πΏ
π₯ βInterestingβ¦β he muttered under his breath.
π Because thisβ
This wasnβt part of the plan.
π Meanwhileβ
Adrian glanced at Skye again.
π βYouβre Skye, right?β he asked softly.
π She looked at him, slightly surprised.
βYes.β
π A small smile appeared on his face.
πΏ βNice to meet you.β πΏ
π Skye nodded again.
But something felt different.
Calm.
Safe.
π Something she didnβt feel around Axel.
π₯ And thatβ¦
That was the real problem.
πΏ Because across the roomβ
Axel Knight was watching. πΏ
π And for the first timeβ
π₯ He didnβt like what he saw. π₯
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