EIRA POV:
I don't know what I'm going to do now… Two days!! Only two days left until Tessy and Peter's engagement. And I still don't have any proof. Nothing. I've searched his locker, his bag, everything—but he's too clever, too careful. He hides things well. I can't let this go. Maybe I should follow him… yes. That might work. I have to try.
"Miss Eira…"
"Miss Eira, are you here?"
"Miss Eira, stand up."
Wait! That's my name. I was so lost in my thoughts I didn't even notice Sir calling me. Everyone's staring at me now.
"Y-Yes, Sir," I stuttered, standing up.
"Miss Eira, what is the function of α-DNA polymerase in Eukaryotes?" Professor asked, glaring at me.
"Sir… they… they… α-DNA polymerase—"
My answer was cut off by the sudden bang of the classroom door.
It was Adrain. He walked straight in without even glancing at the professor, heading to his seat as if he owned the place.
Thank God he came. I didn't even know the answer.
"Mr. Adrain, this is not your home. This is my class," the professor said, annoyed.
But Adrain didn't even look at him. He just sat there, silent, arrogant.
"Mr. Adrain! Stand up right now," the professor demanded. "You think just because you're rich no one can stop you? You think you can buy everyone and do whatever you want?" His teeth were clenched with anger.
Adrain finally raised his eyes, bored. "May I sit down now?"
"Not until you answer me," the professor snapped. "What is the function of α-DNA polymerase in Eukaryotes?" He was trying hard to keep control.
Without hesitation, Adrain's voice cut through the silence—steady, precise, almost cold:
"DNA polymerase alpha (pol α) holds a unique position among the Eukaryotic family. It works with DNA primase to form a four-subunit complex: POLA1, POLA2, PRIM1, and PRIM2. It's the only enzyme able to start DNA synthesis.
Pol α lacks 3′ exonuclease activity, meaning it cannot proofread errors and is not suited for long, efficient replication like Pol δ and Pol ε. Instead, it plays a limited but critical role—initiating DNA replication at the origins on both leading and lagging strands, and synthesizing Okazaki fragments on the lagging strand.
The Pol α–primase complex consists of four subunits: catalytic POLA1, regulatory POLA2, and primase subunits PRIM1 and PRIM2. After primase creates the RNA primer, Pol α elongates it with about twenty nucleotides—before handing over to Pol δ and ε for full replication."
He didn't even pause once.
My jaw dropped. Oh my God. Did he eat Wikipedia for breakfast? How does he know so much? I swear even the professor didn't know half of this. The whole class was staring at him like he was some alien.
Then, with that same emotionless face, Adrain added, "I think you should only focus on your teaching."
The professor's eyes widened, then dropped to the floor. He was speechless. Completely embarrassed.
How could Adrain do that to him? He's such an arrogant jerk.
Rrrrrrriiiinnnggg! The bell rang loudly. The professor quickly gathered his books, clearly shaken, and was about to leave when Adrain's voice stopped him.
"Sir," Adrain said calmly, eyes sharp, "you can always try to stop me."
And then he walked out, leaving silence behind.
He has no shame. No respect. I don't know what kind of parents raised him. But no—I can't waste my time thinking about him. I need to focus on Tessy.
I rushed to the canteen, scanning the crowd. Where is that jerk Peter? It's packed, noisy, impossible to see properly. God, please help me. I need to catch him. But he's nowhere. Did he just vanish?
All this because Adrain distracted me in class. What do I do now?
I kept running here and there like a mad person, searching. But he was gone. Just gone.
Rrrrrriiiinnnggg! The bell again. Ugh. I should head back to class. I was about to leave when I heard the quick, panicked footsteps of someone behind me. Instinctively, I ducked behind a pillar.
It was Claira. She was moving fast, terrified, glancing over her shoulder like someone was chasing her. My heart skipped. Was it Adrain?
But then—
"Where do you think you're going?" A sharp, angry voice cut through the air.
It was Peter.
He grabbed her wrist and slammed her against the wall. My breath caught in my throat.
"So now you have a voice, huh?" he hissed. "How dare you talk to me like this?"
"Leave me alone," Claira cried, struggling.
"I told you to leave this place. What are you still doing here?" His grip tightened, cruel, his tone venomous. "Do you think that Ad—"
His phone rang suddenly, cutting him off.
His voice flipped instantly, sweet and fake. "Tessy, dear, I'm coming. Please wait for me."
Then, turning cold again, he shoved Claira harshly against the wall. "I'll deal with you later."
And he walked away.
I froze. My heart was pounding.
What does this mean? What is their relationship? Why does Peter… and Claira…
Oh my God. Something is not right.
Not right at all.
EIRA POV:
I don't know what I'm going to do now… Two days!! Only two days left until Tessy and Peter's engagement. And I still don't have any proof. Nothing. I've searched his locker, his bag, everything—but he's too clever, too careful. He hides things well. I can't let this go. Maybe I should follow him… yes. That might work. I have to try.
"Miss Eira…"
"Miss Eira, are you here?"
"Miss Eira, stand up."
Wait! That's my name. I was so lost in my thoughts I didn't even notice Sir calling me. Everyone's staring at me now.
"Y-Yes, Sir," I stuttered, standing up.
"Miss Eira, what is the function of α-DNA polymerase in Eukaryotes?" Professor asked, glaring at me.
"Sir… they… they… α-DNA polymerase—"
My answer was cut off by the sudden bang of the classroom door.
It was Adrain. He walked straight in without even glancing at the professor, heading to his seat as if he owned the place.
Thank God he came. I didn't even know the answer.
"Mr. Adrain, this is not your home. This is my class," the professor said, annoyed.
But Adrain didn't even look at him. He just sat there, silent, arrogant.
"Mr. Adrain! Stand up right now," the professor demanded. "You think just because you're rich no one can stop you? You think you can buy everyone and do whatever you want?" His teeth were clenched with anger.
Adrain finally raised his eyes, bored. "May I sit down now?"
"Not until you answer me," the professor snapped. "What is the function of α-DNA polymerase in Eukaryotes?" He was trying hard to keep control.
Without hesitation, Adrain's voice cut through the silence—steady, precise, almost cold:
"DNA polymerase alpha (pol α) holds a unique position among the Eukaryotic family. It works with DNA primase to form a four-subunit complex: POLA1, POLA2, PRIM1, and PRIM2. It's the only enzyme able to start DNA synthesis.
Pol α lacks 3′ exonuclease activity, meaning it cannot proofread errors and is not suited for long, efficient replication like Pol δ and Pol ε. Instead, it plays a limited but critical role—initiating DNA replication at the origins on both leading and lagging strands, and synthesizing Okazaki fragments on the lagging strand.
The Pol α–primase complex consists of four subunits: catalytic POLA1, regulatory POLA2, and primase subunits PRIM1 and PRIM2. After primase creates the RNA primer, Pol α elongates it with about twenty nucleotides—before handing over to Pol δ and ε for full replication."
He didn't even pause once.
My jaw dropped. Oh my God. Did he eat Wikipedia for breakfast? How does he know so much? I swear even the professor didn't know half of this. The whole class was staring at him like he was some alien.
Then, with that same emotionless face, Adrain added, "I think you should only focus on your teaching."
The professor's eyes widened, then dropped to the floor. He was speechless. Completely embarrassed.
How could Adrain do that to him? He's such an arrogant jerk.
Rrrrrrriiiinnnggg! The bell rang loudly. The professor quickly gathered his books, clearly shaken, and was about to leave when Adrain's voice stopped him.
"Sir," Adrain said calmly, eyes sharp, "you can always try to stop me."
And then he walked out, leaving silence behind.
He has no shame. No respect. I don't know what kind of parents raised him. But no—I can't waste my time thinking about him. I need to focus on Tessy.
I rushed to the canteen, scanning the crowd. Where is that jerk Peter? It's packed, noisy, impossible to see properly. God, please help me. I need to catch him. But he's nowhere. Did he just vanish?
All this because Adrain distracted me in class. What do I do now?
I kept running here and there like a mad person, searching. But he was gone. Just gone.
Rrrrrriiiinnnggg! The bell again. Ugh. I should head back to class. I was about to leave when I heard the quick, panicked footsteps of someone behind me. Instinctively, I ducked behind a pillar.
It was Claira. She was moving fast, terrified, glancing over her shoulder like someone was chasing her. My heart skipped. Was it Adrain?
But then—
"Where do you think you're going?" A sharp, angry voice cut through the air.
It was Peter.
He grabbed her wrist and slammed her against the wall. My breath caught in my throat.
"So now you have a voice, huh?" he hissed. "How dare you talk to me like this?"
"Leave me alone," Claira cried, struggling.
"I told you to leave this place. What are you still doing here?" His grip tightened, cruel, his tone venomous. "Do you think that Ad—"
His phone rang suddenly, cutting him off.
His voice flipped instantly, sweet and fake. "Tessy, dear, I'm coming. Please wait for me."
Then, turning cold again, he shoved Claira harshly against the wall. "I'll deal with you later."
And he walked away.
I froze. My heart was pounding.
What does this mean? What is their relationship? Why does Peter… and Claira…
Oh my God. Something is not right.
Not right at all.