chapter four

The Next Day

A black limo rolled into the school grounds, drawing attention instantly. Students in expensive uniforms filled every corner, each moving in their own stylish rhythm, making the environment rowdy and alive.

The car stopped smoothly in front of the school building.

Out stepped a tall, handsome lad.

“He’s here! Our school prince has arrived!”

Girls screamed and fawned over him, some nearly tripping over themselves just to get a closer look.

Cyrus scanned the area coolly, searching for his friends.

Shit. Those bastards either haven’t arrived or went to class without me.

A neatly dressed girl stood at the entrance, looking at him coldly. Cyrus felt the glare and turned toward the building.

There she was.

Tracy.

A smile formed on his lips. “I’m surprised you waited for me.”

She flicked his forehead. “I can’t stay mad at you for long, else you go the wrong path.”

“Awwnnn, did you miss me that much, Trace?”

“What the fuck! I told you to stop calling me such lame nicknames!”

“Okay, okay. Uhmmm, have you seen the guys?”

“Nahhhh. I just arrived a few minutes earlier than you. Guess it’s fate for us to meet, since we’re now in different classes.”

They walked through the hallway as girls screamed and boys stared, some already shipping them together. Chaos followed them like a shadow—it was just a normal routine.

Cyrus walked Tracy to her class, then headed to his own. When he entered, his friends were already laughing loudly.

“What are you laughing about?”

“Dude, we were just talking about the latest release—”

The noise faded when they noticed his expression.

“Dude, snap out of it. What’s on your mind? You acting weird. Got into another fight with Tracy?”

“Nahhh. I’m just vexed, that’s all.”

“Vexed? Why?” Damien asked, worry in his voice.

“As I was jogging home, a girl saved me.”

“Awwnnn, isn’t that cute,” his friends teased.

“Guys, our boy is finally falling in love!” They burst into laughter.

A vein bulged on his forehead. “Shut up, guys. I’m not done talking.”

“Alright, alright. Continue.”

“She pulled me from the road before a car jammed—”

“Damn, bro. That’s tough. You lucky. But I don’t see why you vexed. You looking fine to me.”

“Yhhh, I do. She’s cute, so I asked for her number. Thought we could have lunch together.”

“Okay, continue.”

“That bitch looked me up and down and dared call me a peasant,” he snapped, slamming his hand on the table. “How dare she insult my prestige!”

“Damn, bro. Guess your pride was wounded,” Jeff said, trying not to laugh.

“Peasant,” one of them repeated, and they all laughed again.

Cyrus clenched his fists. “So this is how you guys wanna go about this.”

“Bro, relax. It’s just a coincidence. You might never see her again.”

“I swear, if I ever see that bitch again, I will kill her.”

“Bro, chill. You get violent a lot. Not cool. You even got a pretty face.”

That only made him angrier.

“I will kill her. It’s a promise.”

“It’s been long since we had new students. Three boys joined this week. I heard a girl will be transferring next week.”

“A girl? Three guys? How come I never heard about this?”

“Bro, when do you ever care about stuff like this?”

“Yhhh, true. Never mind. If they cross our turf, we just break them,” he said, his eyes darkening.

“Okay, class, please take your seats,” the teacher said. Some obeyed, others ignored her. In this school, whatever the rich said went.

At the Hospital

“How is the preparation going?” she asked.

“It’s going smoothly, young miss.”

She took a piece of cake and stuffed it into her mouth, her eyes lighting up.

“You did good with the cake. You’ve improved a lot,” she said with a polite smile.

“It’s an honor to be complimented by you, young miss. I will work harder so you can continue enjoying this poor servant’s delicacy.”

She laughed. “I’m not crucifying you. I look forward to it. Go finalize my discharge. I need all the rest I can get, because next week is going to be busy.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She dabbed her lips with a towel, her expression turning dangerously dark.

“Hello, high school. Hello, trouble.”

A Week Later

Cars drove in and out of the school grounds, but one stood out. Students gathered around, whispering and guessing who was inside.

A fiery red McLaren 650S parked in front of the school, handled like a professional.

The doors opened.

A silver-haired guy stepped out first, looking refined and calm. A playful dark-haired guy followed, his handsome face making girls squeal. The last to step out had tinted blue hair, radiating bad-boy energy.

“Damn, too much noise,” the silver-haired guy muttered.

“We were supposed to arrive last week but came now. We bad students already,” the blue-haired guy chuckled.

“I wonder why our parents decided for us to change schools—and to the same school as that.”

“Maybe because this is the best school in country A and they recently became business partners.”

“You know you lying to yourself,” the dark-haired guy said.

“It’s not time to banter, Luis and Eliot,” Qoawiy, the silver-haired guy, said. “Let’s go to class.”

They walked away as girls screamed behind them.

The commotion made Damien look outside.

“I guess the guys that were supposed to resume last week are here.”

“Whatever. I don’t care,” Cyrus replied.

“Guess today the girl resumes. Yhhh, can’t wait to see her…”

The teacher walked in with the boys behind her.

“Class, these are the transfer students who were supposed to join us last week but couldn’t make it. Now they are here. Please introduce yourselves.”

“I’m Qoawiy Nax.”

Did he just say Nax? OMG, he’s the Nax son!

“I’m Eliot Pristine.”

Why are two big shots in our school?

“And I am Louis Gabe.”

Oh my, they are so hot and rich too.

“Please take your seats. By mid-morning, our last transfer student will arrive.”

“Uhnnn, guess we aren’t the only celebrities. Nice…”