Semua Bab Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me: Bab 21 - Bab 30

So, the luck didn't extend to lottery tickets. I won absolutely nothing. Even more surprising was the news this morning. Since the school's surveillance system was conveniently broken at the time this happened, no suspects could be named, murder weapons were not found, and due to John's testimony, the entire incident was officially declared a case of gang violence. Apparently, the Vultures had been beaten down by a group of Roth gang associates. The deaths weren't even being looked into that much. The scene had already been thoroughly cleaned. And, thanks to what I assume was my insane luck stat, I had no scars, no bruises, and no pain when I woke up this morning. That luck was something else. If only it could give me money! Jason had texted me a few times, asking: "Was that you?" I responded with nothing but a thumbs-up emoji. And that's when I learned something I really didn't want to know—I could see people's love bars even when they weren't in the room with me and against

Club C had leveled up since my last visit in my past life. Back then, it had been a decent spot, a little underground, a little exclusive. Now, it was something else entirely—polished floors that reflected the neon lights, sleek high-end decor, and a crowd dripping with wealth and entitlement. This was the kind of place people bragged about getting into, the kind of club where tables cost more than rent. But to the rich, this was nothing. Just another night out. Lucky bastards. Jared had gotten us in like it was no big deal. It made me wonder—why did he keep claiming to be just a scholarship student when he clearly had the means to throw around money like this? "You made it!" Jared ran up to me, grinning like a kid at Christmas. Damien, of course, was right behind him. Surprisingly, he actually looked good trying to pull off the "cool guy" look. A leather jacket, of all things. "What's up, Jared? Fonzi." I nodded toward Damien. "Is the jacket really too much?" Damien frowned.

The mountainside resort was nestled in the heart of a dense forest, its surroundings tranquil yet teeming with life. Towering trees lined the winding paths, their dense canopy blocking most of the sun, leaving patches of sunlight to dance on the forest floor.Fucking creepy.The guy I was partnered with, who I now know is named Edward, had decided to stay behind, claiming the task of scavenging for vegetables wasn't worth his time. He lazily lounged in the fields, picking a few vegetables here and there, offering no help with the more demanding part of the hunt. It suited me just fine. I preferred the solitude, the chance to think without the noise of unnecessary distractions.As I stood at the starting point of the scavenger hunt, the sound of footsteps alerted me to the presence of that Ayla girl. She slinked toward Damien, her voice oozing false sweetness as she approached him."Damien," she cooed, "I was thinking we could pair up for this hunt. You know, like we did back in the da

I was anxious about today. Even though we were well-rested and well-fed, today's activity was paintballing in the mountains—a survival game. The perfect day for an accident. And I still didn't know if it was going to happen to me or someone else. Not to mention, my stomach twisted at the thought of going back into the woods. As we gathered with our paintball gear, I repeated in my head: Just survive until the end of the game. Simple. That was it. I glanced around, my gaze landing on Ayla. She was chatting with a group of friends, but the moment she caught me looking, she smirked. It sent chills down my spine. Damien, sensing my unease, squeezed my shoulder. "You okay?" "Yeah, just... thinking," I admitted. "I'll be fine as long as I stay away from anything dangerous." Damien frowned. "I'll keep an eye on you." "No, that's—" "Alright!" The gym teacher's voice cut through the chatter. "Now that everyone is gathered here, I'll explain the rules of the survival game! First, put

Jared spent the moments I was conscious trying to soothe me through the pain with small kisses and gentle touches, holding me like a child. It was surprisingly comforting, like being wrapped in warmth despite the cold, damp cave. By morning, we were found. "Hey! The missing students are in here!" a guy called out, waking both Jared and me from our sleep. Relief should've been the first thing I felt, but instead, the pain hit me like a truck. Every nerve in my body screamed, reminding me just how much I'd been through. It hurt like holy hell. Jared cried at the sight of the rescuers, his grip tightening around me before he was forced to move. I barely had the energy to process everything as they carefully loaded me onto a rescue stretcher. Jared, however, was talking—no, pleading—on my behalf, making sure they knew exactly what had happened. "He saved my life," he told them. "Jack saved me." It was nice, I guess, being acknowledged. Jared made sure they all knew I was the reaso