CHAPTER FIVE : LUNCHROOM WARS
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sss strode through the school hallway like a queen surveying her empire—until a door swung open and smacked her right in the face.
She stumbled backward, blinking. A boy with wild, untamed curls and a confused expression poked his head out.
"Did I just—oh no. Did I just hit you in the face with the janitor closet door?"
Amazon stared at him. "Do I look like a mop to you?"
The boy gasped. "Oh! You're the new transfer student. The ginger angel! I'm... uh... Norris. I'm a proud member of the hallway-cleanliness club."
"There's a club for that?"
"There is now," he said, trying to look cool as he tripped over his own shoelace and nearly took down the "Wet Floor" sign.
Amazon walked away without a word.
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Meanwhile, in a secluded corner of the school garden, Scorpio and Pisces were engaged in a not-so-subtle standoff over a fruit cup.
"Give it. I saw it first," Scorpio growled, reaching for the delicacy.
"You literally hate pineapples," Pisces replied, clinging to the container like it was a newborn kitten.
"But I love competition," Scorpio countered.
Leone sighed, lounging nearby with Cancer. "Do they realize they could just go buy another one from the vending machine?"
Cancer shook his head. "Why do that when you can make a scene?"
Pisces clutched the fruit cup tighter. "Scorpio, stop looking at me with those eyes. It’s emotional manipulation."
"I wasn’t trying to manipulate you. But if it works..."
Pisces turned pink.
Leone facepalmed.
What neither of them acknowledged, nor fully understood, was the fluttering sensation every time their hands brushed by accident, or the lingering looks that lasted too long. Whatever was budding between them remained undefined and unnoticed by their group—yet undeniable in its quiet heat.
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In class, sss accidentally walked into the wrong room. She confidently took a seat—only to realize five minutes later that she was in an advanced calculus class where the teacher looked like he belonged in a vampire movie.
"Ah, you must be our guest lecturer from Oxford," the teacher declared.
Amazon froze. "Yes. Indeed."
"Care to derive the square root of negative imagination with respect to time?"
The students chuckled quietly, expecting her to fumble.
Amazon rose slowly, walked to the board, picked up the chalk, and in under thirty seconds, solved the absurd riddle of a problem with elegance and brutal clarity. The room fell silent.
She turned around, flicked her long ginger hair over her shoulder, and said, "Try harder next time. That one was too easy."
Then she dropped the chalk like a mic and walked out, heels clicking with confidence. A stunned silence followed, and one student faintly whispered, "She’s hot, brilliant, and terrifying. I think I’m in love."
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Back in the cafeteria, sss finally found a place to sit—right across from Snow and her entourage.
Snow smirked, sipping her sparkling apple cider like a villain in a high-budget soap opera. "Aww. The poor little village girl must be lost. Did you bring your goat to school today?"
Amazon looked around calmly, then pointed behind Snow. "Is that a mirror behind you? Because I just saw something really unpleasant."
Gasps erupted from surrounding tables.
Ash blinked. Leah dropped her fork.
Snow choked on her cider.
"You—!"
But before she could respond, Hermit appeared beside sss, casually holding a tray with only one item: a perfectly cut grilled cheese sandwich.
He sat down silently next to her.
Snow gawked. "You—you never sit here!"
Hermit shrugged. "Maybe I like grilled cheese."
Amazon didn’t look at him. "Maybe you like trouble."
"I’ve been told I have a type," Hermit replied, biting into his sandwich.
Across the cafeteria, Pisces dropped his fruit cup.
Scorpio smirked. "Told you. Chaos is fun."
Snow's expression cracked. Her lips trembled. This wasn’t how today was supposed to go.
"She—she must’ve done something. Hermit, she hacked my phone! She’s a criminal!"
Hermit didn’t even glance up. "You’re the guest here, Snow. If you don’t like it... leave."
Snow’s chair scraped loudly as she stood, her cheeks red with humiliation. She stormed out with Ash and Leah trailing behind, trying to soothe her.
Leone leaned in from another table, chuckling. "You always know how to stir the pot, Hermit."
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As the room began to return to its noisy buzz, a sharp silence swept through the front of the cafeteria.
A sleek, pitch-black car parked outside the window. A tall boy stepped out, dressed in a designer uniform tailored sharper than a knife. His hair was midnight black, eyes piercing, posture commanding. He walked like he owned the world—and maybe, just maybe, he did.
"Who’s that?" someone whispered.
"That’s King," another student murmured. "The mafia heir. The only family that rivals the Kingstons."
"Why is he here? Isn’t his family like... underworld royalty?"
King walked in without speaking, scanning the cafeteria slowly, his gaze cool and unreadable. He said nothing, but his presence was louder than thunder. He sat alone at the farthest table and pulled out a sleek, black notebook with a golden snake crest.
No one dared approach.
Yet somehow, he looked... entertained.
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