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First Day, First Challenge
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2026-01-27 21:37:20Eli POV
My mouth opened before my mind could catch up. “Sorry,” I said quickly, forcing a casual shrug. “Didn’t see you there.”
That part was a lie actually, I had seen him but just not soon enough to dodge. The collision vibrated through my chest, sending my breath out sharper than it should have. Boys weren’t supposed to flinch like that, they absorbed collision and would laughed them off but not me.
His eyes flicked to the Westbridge crest stitched on my blazer in gold thread, then down to my shoes plain, functional, nothing flashy. I had bought them to last, not impress. “Huh,” he murmured. “Scholarship student?”
The word landed like a slap I wasn’t prepared for. Scholarship students weren’t unknown they were rare. One human per every generation of Westbridge, carefully monitored, vetted and none of the scholarship student could know the truth, that the school was full of creatures, wolves, shifters, beings most humans would call myths. The public didn’t even know such a place existed.
My parents had no clue. To them, Westbridge was just an elite school. Nothing more and I couldn’t let anyone tell them differently.
“Yes,” I said, keeping my voice light, casual. “Guess I’m easy to spot.”
Something shifted in his expression and his hands loosened from my arms, dropping like he’d realized one second too late how tightly he’d been holding me. “Finn,” he said. “Finn Harper.”
The name carried farther than intended. Boys nearby glanced over, curiosity flickering in their eyes before fading. Finn didn’t stop or acknowledge them, but he wasn’t surprised either. He didn’t need to because recognition followed him, whether he wanted it or not.
He offered a hand. I hesitated half a heartbeat then shook it, I really needed a friend to survive this school.“Eli,” I said.
“Relax,” Finn murmured, angling his body so the crowd wouldn’t push us apart again. “If anyone else bumps into you like that, it won’t be an accident.”
That was not comforting but I forced a smile. “Good to know.”
Finn’s gaze studied me, carefully, thoughtfully. Not predatory, not sharp just measuring. Trying to place me, I wasn’t prey, but he hadn’t figured out what I was either. “Westbridge is… a lot,” he said finally. “Especially if you’re not used to places like this.”
I followed his gaze to the courtyard. Boys moved in clusters, laughter ringing too loudly, confidence spilling from every gesture. Jackets open despite the cold, designer watches glinting in sunlight. They moved like the world expected them to exist exactly as they were. Most of their families had funded buildings, sponsored programs, bought prestige long before they stepped through the gates and here I was.
I adjusted my blazer. Like borrowed skin. “I’ll manage,” I said. “I always do.”
Finn’s lips twitched. “That answer alone tells me you’re not like them.”
Before I could ask what he meant, the bell rang. Sharp, and commanding. The courtyard erupted into motion and boys streamed toward buildings they already knew by heart. “Chemistry 101,” Finn said. “Same building. Walk with me if you want.”
Relief softened the tension in my shoulders. I made a friend on my new day but I wondered which creature he was.
The classroom smelled faintly of cleaning solution and metal and the desks were half claimed, bags draped over the chairs like territorial markers. I slid into a seat near the middle, trying to appear casual. I smiled at the boy beside me. “Hey.”
He glanced just long enough to assess me, then turned back. No reply, another attempt. “Do you know if we need the textbook today?”
A shrug, no eye contact and no answer. The friendliness drained away, replaced by cold calculation. Something was off. The room felt curated, orchestrated. Athletes sprawled comfortably and legacy students gathered in permanent clusters. Rules weren’t written on walls, yet everyone followed them. Everyone except me.
Finn dropped into the seat beside me, stretching his legs casually, almost too casually. “Don’t take it personally,” he murmured. “People here decide who you are before you open your mouth.”
I repeated it under my breath. People here decide who you are before you open your mouth, he glanced at me, impressed. “Yeah. That.”
He exhaled through his nose. “You get used to it.”
The teacher began the lecture, but I barely heard a word. My senses were on high alert, scanning, calculating and then, it hit me.
The weight, that awareness creeping over my skin. I was being watched not by Finn but a presence pressing down on me like a hand between my shoulder blades. I didn’t look. Looking was how mistakes happen.
By lunchtime, exhaustion pressed against me. The cafeteria was chaos and noise bouncing off high ceilings, trays clattering, conversations overlapping. Yet beneath it all, order hummed. Invisible lines and unwritten laws.
Athletes dominated the central tables. Legacy students filled edges, sprawling like they owned every inch. The sons of trust tunded dynasties laughed with casual entitlement. Finn waved me to a half-empty corner table. “Stick with me,” he said. “At least until you learn where not to sit.”
I sat. “Rules written anywhere?”
“No,” he said, opening a drink. “That’s the point.”
For a few minutes, the relative quiet was a reprieve. Then his voice dropped..“Listen, Eli. You seem nice.”
I paused mid-bite. “Nice how?”
“Like you expect people to be decent,” he said, eyes serious now. “Westbridge isn’t cruel for no reason. It’s bored.”
I shivered, “And boredom,” he continued, “hunts for entertainment.”
A chill slid down my spine. I glanced around. Laughter, smiles and nothing openly hostile but I knew better. This place didn’t break people loudly. It did it slowly and strategically.
Every interaction I’d had today had been a test, a calculation and deep inside, I knew someone had already taken notice. Not Finn but someone else.
Someone predatory, I felt the shift before I saw it. A subtle ripple in the air, heat brushing past the edges of my awareness. Sharp, aware, instinctive.
The cafeteria fell away. My stomach dropped and then, he appeared..Across the room, a boy with hair like burnished copper, eyes like molten gold, his gaze locking on mine with impossible focus. Broad shoulders, a presence that filled the space without effort. Every instinct in me screamed danger yet a part of me couldn’t look away.
I froze and my breath hitched. He didn’t move. He didn’t smile but the air seemed to bend around him, pulling attention like gravity. A predator had found its mark and it could be me.
Somewhere deep in the cafeteria, a low, almost imperceptible growl brushed the edge of my consciousness. Not a dog and not an accident. The room had hundreds of boys, yet my instincts screamed one thing I was being hunted.
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