Chapter 1

The next second she felt a sharp object stabbed into her neck fiercely.

Her voice was choked, her mouth opened trying to let out a scream. But not the slightest sound came out.

With all her efforts she tried to break free. Hitting, pushing until clawing at his body. Unknowingly her beautiful nails had been broken and broken, blood was flowing from the wound on her nail marks.

Slowly her energy felt like it was drained away. Likewise with the blood in her body.

Brugh.

He easily left her who was dead in the middle of a quiet alley where he was eating a delicious meal.

"I've brought you home, Miss. Back to the afterlife," he muttered and then quickly disappeared into the darkness of the night.

• • •

Present time.

In an Elite School which has a magnificent building with towering pillars, you can see the bustling atmosphere of the newly arrived London Teens.

Various vehicles with exorbitant prices are a common sight in the school's front yard area. The uniforms they wear are not like the uniforms of other schools.

Shirts, ties, trousers, skirts, and suits from each Brand Channel are specially designed in an elegant black and red color.

Not only abundant wealth, but all students who attend school also have a beautiful face like an angel who came down to earth.

Compared to their angelic looks, their personalities were 180 degrees different. Selfish, cunning, like to oppress others, even dare to do violence are some of their bad behavior.

They often form small associations. Associations are often called gangs. Each gang contains 3-6 people and is not limited by gender.

Of all the students who joined the gang, there was one new student who did not join any gang. He is always aloof and indifferent to his surroundings.

Despite acting like that, he is always the center of attention both inside and outside the classroom. It was only natural because the boy was very handsome among the other students. Almost all the girls in school idolize him. In addition, his mysterious personality further adds to his attractiveness.

Because he has never been in any gang and his popularity among girls makes him often the subject of struggle or even bullying. Like this time.

"Hey! You never joined any gang," he snapped.

A boy with a tall body and neatly combed hair. The name 'Tony Preig' is written on the name tag.

The handsome boy who was being spoken to was seen sitting quietly in his chair with his eyes closed. He didn't respond to Tony's words. A pair of earphones tucked in the ears of the handsome boy.

"Hey! Did you hear me? So arrogant, just see what I'm going to do," annoyed Tony who felt ignored, smiling at his 3 friends who were beside him.

One of Tony's friends took a bottle of red drink from the plastic bag he was carrying.

Without hesitation, Tony grabbed the bottle and opened the lid. Then the next second he intended to pour the liquid drink on the handsome boy.

A surprising thing happened. Tony's uniform was wet with the red liquid. Yes, the drink was spilled because someone threw an apple right into the bottle so that the contents of the liquid soaked his expensive uniform.

All the students in the class watched enthusiastically what just happened. "Aaaarrgghhh.. Who threw this damn apple?!" Tony's wrath.

Previously there was a boy with round glasses with the name tag 'Vincent' who had just entered the classroom to see a handsome boy who was being bullied by Tony and his gang.

He saw Tony about to pour a drink on the handsome boy. Vincent, who brought an apple from the cafeteria, threw it into the bottle and spilled it onto Tony's uniform.

While about to run away, Tony's friends saw Vincent. Without wasting time, Vincent ran out of the classroom. And sure enough, right now he was running down the hall with 3 of Tony's friends chasing him.

Sret.

Vincent was caught. His uniform was pulled violently until some of the buttons fell off. Then blows fell on his face and body.

bug. bug. bug.

All the students who saw just walked past them without anyone caring. Let alone break up, some of them just watch and even bet on how long the beaten Vincent can last.

Suddenly there was a scream from another direction.

"Aahhh!" shouted a girl. She screamed in surprise when she saw the handsome boy was dragging Tony.

Arriving in front of his 3 gang friends, the handsome boy released Tony. "Stop. Don't hit him again!" cried Tony suddenly.

"Why? He's been brave with you," said one of Tony's friends. The handsome boy looked at Tony. He waited for an answer from him.

"Don't ask too many questions. Find me a new uniform," Tony ordered then walked past his friends.

Before leaving, they kicked Vincent's battered body once and then walked away. Vincent's condition was very pathetic, his face was bruised and blood on his forehead and the corners of his lips.

He couldn't even get up, his body seemed to crumble and his bones seemed to want to separate themselves.

"Take care of yourself." said the handsome boy. He only saw Vincent's battered condition.

“Carrington!” call him.

Vincent tried to prevent the handsome boy from leaving him.

He was already happy to meet face to face with the handsome boy. He felt attracted to the boy because of his uniqueness.

Not joining any gang is the uniqueness.

The handsome boy named Carrington suddenly stopped in his tracks and stood still as if he was experiencing something that had taken him by surprise.

The bell signaling class had rung, all students entered their respective classes leaving the two boys.

Without looking back, Carrington walked away from Vincent.

• • •

Now that Vincent's wounds had been treated, he was sitting on the bed trying to ask who had reported him to the school health office.

And the unexpected answer instantly stunned him.

“Aldrich reported you. He is indeed a good boy and a role model for this school,” explained the woman health worker.

"Aldrich? Aldrich Carrington? Does he care about me? Oh God!" shouted his subconscious with joy.

Vincent looks excited to meet Carrington, he leaves the infirmary regardless of the officer's warning that he should rest longer.

With a run, Vincent went to his class which happened to have finished studying.

Kriinnggg

The sound of the home bell filled the entire school area, just before Carrington left the classroom. Vincent intercepted him. With a straight face, Carrington looked at the man with tightly pursed lips refusing to speak.

"You seem to have a sense of caring too," Vincent teased.

"I don't have time for this. Get out of the way," Carrington said.

"Carrington, do you want—"

Vincent stopped when he saw Carrington standing still. This time Carrington turned and looked at him. A very sharp gaze as if it wanted to kill him.

"Don't ever call me by that name," Carrington hissed.

"Then we should get introduced. I'm Vincent Reed, you can call me Vincent." Vincent held out a hand of introduction.

"I don't want to greet you. So stay away from me,” Carrington growled. Then he stepped quickly and disappeared from Vincent's presence.

"I will not give up. You'll see," Vincent muttered. A smile grew on his lips.