Chapter 4
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Snow’s POV
Those idiots got exactly what they deserved.
They really thought I was weak.
Calling me names.
None of their names could fit my title.
It turns out they were sent by that bully, who came over to my desk.
One of them was the son of a mafia boss, but a weak one. Worse, his family worked under us. With one word, I could destroy everything his father had built. They knew that. And still, they dared to touch me. To corner me in the hallway like I was nothing.
So I made an example of them.
I dragged the fear into the open. Into the cafeteria. Where everyone could see. Because fear is louder when it has witnesses.
If they were scared of me, good.
If they stayed away, even better.
I adjusted my uniform as I walked away, my face calm, my heartbeat steady. I did not feel guilt. I felt in control.
”What’s going on here”
I turned only to see a blonde girl walking towards me. What was it with the blonde ones.
She stood a few feet away, her two little followers behind her. Her perfectly styled blonde hair fell over her shoulders, and her expression twisted with disgust as she looked from the boys to me.
“Hey, Snow!
I raised an eyebrow.
“I don’t know who you think you are,” she continued, marching toward me, “but you clearly don’t belong here. You’ve barely arrived, and you’re already causing trouble!”
Her two followers nodded eagerly, although their trembling voices betrayed how frightened they were.
“She’s right, Becky. Someone needs to teach her how things work around here.”
I almost laughed.
How things work around here?
Becky crossed her arms.
“You obviously don’t know the rules of Blackwood High. But don’t worry. I’ll teach you.”
She raised her hand as if she intended to slap me.
I barely had time to react before someone caught her wrist.
“Becky, seriously? Don’t you have anything better to do?”
I turned my head.
Connor White.
He stood beside Becky, holding her wrist away from me. His expression was one of pure annoyance, but there was an unmistakable smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“When did you become the president of this school?” he asked. “Are you suddenly responsible for solving every little problem around here?”
Becky stared at him.
“Connor, I’m just trying to—”
“Don’t you have cheerleading practice?” he interrupted. “Why don’t you take your little entourage and find something useful to do instead of interfering in other people’s business?”
His eyes flickered toward her two followers.
“And maybe leave the blonde-doll routine for someone who actually cares.”
A few students snickered.
Becky’s face flushed.
“You can’t talk to me like that!”
“Apparently, I just did.”
That earned another round of laughter.
Becky looked around, realizing she’d become the center of attention for all the wrong reasons.
“This isn’t over!” she snapped.
Then she spun around and stormed away, her two followers hurrying after her.
I watched them disappear into the crowd.
What a spectacular waste of everyone’s time.
“Hey.”
I turned to find Connor looking at me.
“Not even a thank-you?”
I stared at him for a moment.
“I didn’t ask for your help”
His eyebrows rose.
“I’m Connor by the way.”
“Connor,” I repeated, pretending to consider the name. “Right.”
His smirk widened.
“You seriously don’t know who I am?”
“Oh, should I?”
For the first time, he looked genuinely surprised.
Then he laughed under his breath.
“Interesting.”
I turned to leave, but his voice stopped me.
“You know, you could at least admit I helped you back there.”
I glanced over my shoulder.
“I could’ve handled her myself.”
His eyes briefly flickered toward the boys behind us.
“Really? Like you handled those guys?”
I gave him a flat look.
“Do you have something meaningful to say,Corner?”
“Yes, actually.”
His playful expression faded slightly.
“Blackwood has rules, Grey. You can’t just go around beating people up because they annoy you. You don’t know what kind of people you’re dealing with, and you should be careful about who you provoke.”
I stared at him.
Was he seriously lecturing me?
Then I scoffed.
“People aren’t dangerous just because they think they are.”
I stepped closer, meeting his gaze without hesitation.
“They don’t know what danger looks like until they meet me.”
For a moment, Connor said nothing.
His smirk had disappeared.
He simply watched me, as though he’d just discovered something about me that he hadn’t expected.
I didn’t wait for him to speak.
I turned and walked away.
I could feel his eyes following me.
Mr Lucian Alexandros, I wonder why you want this boy close. From his details, he doesn't seem resourceful. But again, Dad was always secretive and cunning.
Am sure he didn't go through this stress, just so I can watch the boy.
He never made moves without purpose. And the fact that my younger sister knew more than she let on made it worse. Anika always knew. Always smiled like she was ahead of the game.
And then there was the hockey player.
Corner White.
I hated that I noticed him at all.
Tall. Broad shoulders. That effortless confidence people were drawn to. His body was shaped by discipline and hours on the ice, and yes, I noticed. But not to admire.
I headed for the music room, took a violin from its case, and climbed up to the rooftop. It was the only place in this school where the noise could not reach me.
The wind greeted me the moment I stepped out. Cold. I sat on the bench and lifted the violin to my shoulder.
When I played, the world softened.
The stronger the wind became, the deeper I sank into the music. My eyes closed, my fingers moved, and for once, I was not a weapon. Not an heir. Not a pawn.
Just a girl breathing through sound.
This was the only place I felt anything real.
The only place I allowed myself to care.
Memories slipped in quietly.
Training in the rain while I was still a child.
Bruises hidden under long sleeves.
Watching my sister laugh inside, spooning yoghurt from a silver cup, untouched by the darkness that shaped me.
I was twelve when my life crossed a line it could never return from.
I had been terrified. Shaking. Small.
But fear did not matter in my world. Obedience did.
My father had used my sister as leverage back then. Threats wrapped in calm words. I believed him once. I do not anymore. He loves Anika more than anything.
And that knowledge is power.
The violin cried softly under my fingers as the wind carried the sound across the rooftop.
This was my quiet time.
My secret rebellion.
And I would protect it.
No matter the cost.
I sensed slow footsteps behind me. Like someone afraid of breaking the quiet.
I did not open my eyes, but I stopped playing. The last note faded into the wind, leaving the rooftop exposed and silent.
"This place," he said gently, "is my safe spot."
I stayed still, violin resting against my shoulder. The cold air brushed my face as if urging me not to react.
"It is where I come to think."
I hummed once, low and absent, acknowledging his presence without inviting it.
He took that as permission.
"I did not know anyone else came up here," he continued. "Your music was… different. It felt like the wind was listening.
I had barely made it down the stairs when they surrounded me.
Three girls in cheerleader uniforms. They carried themselves with pride and too much confidence but it was obvious they had little or no sense of who to pick on.
And here I thought the warning I gave at the cafeteria was enough reason to put brats like this, in their place.
“I just came to warn you, stay away from my man or else, I will make sure I destroy you”
She said and left with her girls
I had caused enough trouble today and that was enough.
If not, she wouldn’t have recognized her face.
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