Twisted Fate

Chapter Two

The morning sun streamed through the blinds, dragging Silver out of her light sleep. Elsa was already up, humming some pop tunes while fixing her curls in the mirror. Andrea lay still in bed, scrolling on her phone as usual.

“Are you ready for your first class, Miss Attitude?” Andrea teased, throwing Silver a pair of sunglasses.

Silver smirked. “Born ready.”

She threw on a cropped hoodie over her tank, paired with ripped jeans and combat boots. Confidence wasn’t in her outfit—it was in her walk, in the glint in her eyes that said she didn’t come to Crestwood to blend in. Andrea was putting on a baggie top and ripped jeans just like Silver, her blonde hair standing . She forcefully pulled silver to her side as she stuck her tongue to Elsa who was dressed more feminine.

The first lecture hall was a massive amphitheater packed with students buzzing with energy Andrea stuck by Silver’s side, whispering hilarious commentary about everyone they passed.

“That guy over there? Eats his pen caps. I heard he bit one in half last semester.”

“Gross.”

They found seats near the middle. A few people turned to stare—mostly at Silver, whose aura demanded attention without trying. She didn’t return the looks, but she felt them like static.

As the professor Donald entered and began teaching about course outlines and grading rubrics. The class attention was divided immediately Xanvier entered as always walked in late.

He strolled in like the class was his show and the stage was already his. Eyes turned. Some girls straightened up in their seats. Some were even peed on themselves ,who could deny the fact that Xavier always shows up extra hot and his stormy gray eyes was enough to make girls lose their sanity .He barely acknowledged anyone as he slid into a spot in the back—until his gaze locked with Silver’s. He didn’t smile, didn’t speak. Just stared like as he bore his eyes into her soul ,he was still trying to figure her out, looking at her as prey and he is the predator.

Silver arched a brow, then looked away with a smirk.

Let him burn.

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After class, Andrea dragged Silver to the cafeteria, a modern, open space full of glass and chatter. Silver scanned the area—cafeterias were always battlefields in disguise.

She picked a spot near the back where she could watch the room without being in the center of it.

She hates noise and being a center for attention , her illness flares up when she undergoes too much stress and noise. As soon as they sat down Elsa also came to join them looking so stressed out.

As they ate, Andrea suddenly tensed. “Uh-oh.”

“What?” Both silver and Elsa chorused together

“The arrogant b***h is coming here . She and her crew are nothing but trouble and no one goes against them ”

Silver looked up—and saw her. Tall, blonde, every curve in place, wearing a designer outfit showing all her cleavage , she is dressed like a slut rather than being in a college .To silver she looked like a b***h demanding attention.

Anastasia Lane.

She walked like the room belonged to her. And trailing behind her were two girls who looked like backup dancers, not friends. Everyone gathered around Anastasia's appearance always meant trouble and nothing could be done about it , her father is one of the shareholders in the school. She is a spoilt brat

Anastasia’s eyes landed on Silver—and narrowed.

“So you’re the pauper who had the nerve to talk back to Xavier.”

Silver didn’t flinch. “And you are?”

“His girlfriend,” Anastasia said coldly.

Andrea snorted. “You mean 'obsessed ex who never got the memo'?”

“Mind your mouth little b***h”Ruby snorted at

Andrea ( one of Anastasia lap dog’s)

“And if she doesn't”Elsa fired back

Anastasia ignored them and stepped closer to Silver. “Stay away from him.”

Silver rose slowly, meeting her eye to eye. “And if I don't , what will you do about it?.”

“I think you’re new. And stupid.”

“And I think you’re threatened.” Silver’s voice was calm, sharp. “Must suck knowing the guy you want can’t stop looking at the girl who doesn’t want him.”

Gasps. Someone at another table choked on their drink.

Anastasia’s eyes flared with rage. “You have no idea who I am.You have no idea who my father is!”

Silver leaned in. “Then educate me Dumbass. Because all I see here is a figurine who lost her way .And I think you are just a smelly little brat who doesn't know what to do next in her life.”

Anastasia’s hand twitched—she was close to slapping her.

“Try it,” Silver warned. “I dare you.”

“We are certainly not done with this” She fired back

Anastasia hesitated, then scoffed and stormed off, heels clicking with her friends following her like a squirrel who lost their ways.

From across the cafeteria, Xavier leaned back in his chair, smirking.

“So she’s still unbothered by Anastasia’s tantrums,” his friend Ashton murmured beside him.

“There's definitely a hell lot of drama to come” Ethan jokingly said as he focused on Andrea

“Looks like it,” Xavier replied, his gaze never leaving Silver. “I like her even more.”

Right at the corner ,Rafael couldn't help but smile at this new student. He was tall, golden-skinned with dark wavy hair pulled into a loose bun, wearing a paint-splattered jacket and headphones slung around his neck. His vibe was chaos in color—an artist with a smile that could ruin reputations.

He stood up and walked straight up to Silver and her friends table.

“You’re Silver, right?” he asked, voice deep and smooth.

Silver raised an eyebrow. “Who’s asking?”

“Rafael.” He extended a hand, that grin tugging at the corners of his lips. “I really admire your courage right

there and I felt like saying hello to you for myself.”

Silver shook his hand, curious. “And what’s the verdict?”

“You’re even more interesting up close.”

Andrea’s eyes widened. “Oh, damn.”

“And I really like your hair just like your name”He smiled

“Thanks for the compliment” Silver smiled back at him

Xavier, still watching, frowned slightly as Rafael took the seat beside Silver and not only that they were smiling at each other . Meanwhile Andrea was grinning ear to ear. Elsa just quietly continues her food.

“Guess things just got more complicated,” Ashton said with a grin.

Xavier didn’t answer. But his jaw flexed, and something in his eyes changed.

The game had begun.