Chapter 02: His Cruel Behavior

Chapter 2: His Cruel Behavior

Jasmine Reign's POV

"Well, shall we meet at nine?" Chris asked, grinning at us like he already knew the answer. I nodded, that happens to be my free time for today, so it worked out perfectly.

"How did you know nine is our free time? Did you… sneak a peek at our schedule or something?" Aby asked, suspicion and curiosity mixing in her tone.

Chris just smirked at us, all casual, like it was the most normal thing in the world. Aby lightly punched his shoulder, playful but firm.

"You got our schedule, but we don’t even know yours! That’s so unfair. Hand it over," she demanded, holding out her hand.

Chris raised an eyebrow, giving a slow, dramatic sigh. "Here, bitch," he said, tossing his schedule toward her.

I leaned closer to Aby to glance at his schedule. Two free periods. Lucky bastard. Seriously, life’s already unfair sometimes, but that’s ridiculous.

"Oh, I have English class at eleven this morning too. Reign, you have it as well, right?" Aby asked, peeking at me. I nodded, confirming her suspicion.

Chris and Aby both grinned, clearly pleased. "Looks like we’ll be stuck together at eleven every Monday and Friday. Perfect," Abigail said, excitement lacing her voice. I just nodded again, quietly resigned to our fate.

Chris is chasing his dream to become a fashion designer, while Aby is studying to be a stewardess. Perfectly practical, ambitious, and… completely different worlds from me.

Abigail is tall, with light brown hair and sparkling green eyes. Honestly, she’s stunning, like someone walked straight out of a magazine. Chris… well, he’s ridiculously handsome.

Deep ocean-blue eyes, sharp features, a smile that makes everyone swoon. And of course, he’s gay. Everyone knows it. Everyone accepts it. Everyone except the occasional hopeless girl who still dares to fall for him.

I can’t blame them. He’s attractive, ridiculously so. Looks like a woman trapped in a man’s body sometimes. He’s said himself we can’t do anything to change him. The only choice is to accept it. And accept it, I have.

"So… we head to English class after our free period?" Chris asked, snapping me back into reality.

"Yeah, nine it is," I replied, shrugging casually.

His grin widened, ridiculous and victorious. He clapped his hands three times, like a conductor signaling the start of a concert. "Great! I’ll head off now. First professor is a terror, haha, so goodbye for now! See you soon, bitches!" He spun around and strutted away, completely unapologetic.

"Good luck to you too, bitch," Aby called after him, laughing softly.

I just shook my head, smirking. "I wish you luck, Christian," I teased. He shot me a middle finger over his shoulder and chuckled, leaving me shaking my head. Mission accomplished, apparently.

We watched him disappear into the crowd, and once he was gone, I glanced at Aby. She looked at me, eyebrows raised.

"Shall we go now?" I asked.

Her first class was close to mine, so we walked together. The hallway was packed with students, all jostling, chatting, and doing their own thing. A few groups were giving one unlucky student a hard time.

My eyes widened slightly. Poor guy. I silently hoped no one would notice me and make me the next target. That would be a disaster.

"I’ll stop here. See you later, and Reign… loosen up a bit. Good luck today," Aby said, smiling warmly.

"Thanks, you too," I replied. She nodded and slipped into her classroom, leaving me alone in the crowded hallway. Just me, my books, and the sea of students around me.

I clutched my bag tighter, mentally repeating, Don’t let anyone notice you. No one will look at you. No one will bully you. Just blend in.

I took a deep breath, wishing this school year would be as peaceful as last year. Good grades, minimal attention, zero drama. The way I liked it.

But peace never lasts long.

A sudden scream pierced the air. A girl’s voice, loud and sharp, cutting through the crowd. I froze. What now?

People were running, chaos spreading fast. My eyes widened as students barreled past me. "They’re here!" someone shouted.

Before I could react, someone bumped into me. My books tumbled to the ground, luckily I didn’t. I knelt quickly, gathering them, muttering under my breath. Crazy people.

When I finally looked up, I saw them. Him. Walking like he owned the hallway, surrounded by students desperate for attention. His friends followed, grinning, feeding off the chaos. The attention seekers. They lacked respect, self-control, and apparently a moral compass.

I was about to walk past, ignoring the spectacle, when my eyes caught something. A girl, holding a small gift, standing nervously in front of him. Oh no. Bad move, girl.

"Please… this is for you. I really, really like you, Draven," she said, voice trembling but brave.

The faintest edge of a smile lifted his lips. My heart sank. This was not going to end well.

He smirked, taking the gift, holding it for just a moment before tossing it straight into the trash. The girl’s smile disappeared instantly, replaced by shock, hurt, and disbelief.

"Find someone lower than me. Don’t dream of someone you can’t have. And one more thing…" He scanned her from head to toe, his gaze cold. "You’re not my type."

And just like that, he walked away, leaving her standing there, humiliated. His friends laughed, congratulating him, but I felt sick. That was cruel. That wasn’t “cool,” that was heartless.

I hesitated, then stepped forward. "Here." I handed her my handkerchief.

She looked up, eyes blazing. "I don’t need your pity," she snapped.

"Take it. I’m not pitying you," I said firmly, placing it in her hand.

"I said I don’t need your pity—"

"Whatever you say. I don’t have time to argue. You’ve done enough already. You deserve someone better than him." I started to walk away, leaving her to process it.

Why did people even fall for him? Handsome, rich, famous, charming—but heartless. You can’t force someone’s love. Ever.

I shrugged and walked toward my first class. Lucky for me, I arrived just on time. I slid into my chosen seat, exhaling in relief.

And then our professor arrived.

Yeah… today is going to be long. Very, very long.