Lunch at Velcrest Academy was my favorite time of day.
There was just something about it—the lazy sun, the buzz of idle chatter, the way the food almost tasted better because it meant I didn't have to think about classes or weirdos for a while.
For those brief moments, I could pretend life was peaceful.
I wished it could last forever. No drama, no interruptions—just me, my food, and some quiet.
But of course, the world hated me.
It always did.
"We need to talk."
And just like that, there she was.
The Purple-Lacquered Ice Queen herself—Violet.
I didn't even bother looking up. "Can't it wait till I'm done eating?"
I tried to resist, half-heartedly, but she wasn't having it.
She pulled out the chair across from me and sat down like she owned the whole damn cafeteria.
"Lately… Leo's been acting strange."
I paused, my fork halfway to my mouth. "That…"
'That bastard is always acting strange, you clingy witch.'
