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π The hallway was loud.
Lockers slammed.
Laughter echoed.
Shoes scraped against the polished floor like a rhythm of chaos.
And in the middle of it allβ¦
Skye Anderson walked like she didnβt belong there.
Head down.
Books clutched tightly.
Steps quiet. Controlled.
Invisible.
Just the way she liked it.
π βMove, Anderson.β
The voice wasnβt loud.
But it didnβt need to be.
Skye froze.
Slowlyβ¦ she looked upβ
βand met him.
πΏ Axel Knight. πΏ
Leaning against the lockers like he owned the entire school.
Tie loose. Shirt careless. Eyes sharp.
Dangerous.
π βHallwayβs not your personal library,β he said.
Skye said nothing.
She simply stepped aside.
She wasnβt here for trouble.
But trouble⦠clearly found her.
π Suddenlyβ
Her books slipped.
Pages scattered everywhere.
Laughter rose around her.
Perfect.
Skye quickly knelt down, picking them upβ
Untilβ
A hand stopped her.
Right over her paper.
Her breath caught.
She looked up.
Axel.
Again.
π βYou drop things a lot,β he said casually.
βI donβt,β she replied quietly.
Their eyes locked.
Something changed.
Something⦠dangerous.
π βGuess I make you nervous,β he smirked.
Skye stood up slowly now.
Facing him. Not avoiding him.
βYou donβt,β she said.
That surprised him.
Just a little.
πΏ No one talks back to Axel Knight. πΏ
But she did.
π He stepped closer.
Not touching.
But close enough to feel.
βCareful, Anderson,β he whispered.
βYou donβt want to start something you canβt finish.β
Skye didnβt move.
Didnβt step back.
Didnβt break eye contact.
π βMaybeβ¦β she said softly,
βyouβre not as scary as everyone thinks.β
Silence.
Thenβ
A slow smile appeared on his face.
Not soft.
Not kind.
Dangerous.
πΏ The bell rang loudly. πΏ
The moment broke.
Students rushed past.
The world moved again.
But something had already changed.
π Axel watched her walk away.
No fear.
No hesitation.
Different.
βSkye Andersonβ¦β he murmured.
And for the first timeβ
He was interested.
πΏ Because she didnβt just walk into his worldβ¦
She challenged it. πΏ
And thisβ¦
was the moment the war began.
IN CLASS ROOM
π The classroom was unusually quiet.
Not peaceful.
Just⦠waiting.
Students whispered in low voices, eyes flicking toward the empty back seats.
The teacher hadnβt started yet.
No one dared to.
πΏ Because those seats didnβt belong to ordinary students. πΏ
They belonged to him.
π Skye Anderson sat in the second row, pen moving neatly across her notebook.
Focused.
Calm.
Unbothered.
At least⦠on the outside.
Because even she could feel itβ
That tension in the air.
That silent warning.
π βTheyβre late today,β someone whispered behind her.
βOr maybe theyβre not coming,β another said hopefully.
A small laugh followed.
Thenβ
πΏ The classroom door slammed open. πΏ
Every sound died instantly.
π He walked in like he owned the place.
Axel Knight.
Tie loose. Shirt half untucked. That same careless confidence wrapped around him.
Behind himβhis gang.
Loud. Smirking. Untouchable.
They didnβt ask for permission.
They never did.
π Axelβs gaze swept across the room lazilyβ¦
Until it stopped.
On her.
Skye felt it.
That look.
Heavy. Sharp.
Like he had already decided something about her.
π βYouβre late. Again,β the teacher said, trying to sound firm.
Axel didnβt even look at him.
Insteadβ
He pulled a chair loudly. Sat down. Leaned back like this was his world and everyone else was just living in it.
His gang followed, laughing under their breath.
πΏ Rules didnβt apply to them. πΏ
π Skye tried to ignore it.
She really did.
Eyes on her notebook.
Pen moving.
But thenβ
A paper ball hit her desk.
She froze.
Slowly⦠she turned her head.
Axel was already watching her.
A smirk playing on his lips.
π βYou write too much,β he said casually.
The whole class went silent again.
Waiting. Watching.
Skye blinked once.
Then calmlyβ
She turned back.
Ignored him.
π Thatβ¦ was a mistake.
A dangerous one.
πΏ Because Axel Knight wasnβt someone you ignored. πΏ
π His smirk faded slightly.
Interest replacing it.
Challenge.
He leaned forward now, voice lower but sharperβ
βDidnβt your parents teach you manners, Anderson?β
Skye stopped writing.
Slowly placed her pen down.
Then turnedβ
Meeting his eyes fully this time.
π βDid yours teach you how to be on time?β she asked quietly.
Silence.
Complete.
Absolute.
Even the teacher didnβt speak.
πΏ No oneβ¦ talked to Axel like that. πΏ
π For a secondβ
His expression didnβt change.
Thenβ
He smiled.
Not soft.
Not amused.
Dangerous.
π βCareful,β he said, voice almost a whisper.
βYou just made this interesting.β
Skye held his gaze.
Didnβt look away.
Didnβt apologize.
πΏ And just like thatβ
a simple classroom turned into a battlefield. πΏ
π Because she didnβt just answer himβ¦
She challenged him.
And Axel Knight never lost a war. π
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