Back in class, everyone sat quietly as Mr. Frank walked in. He was the strictest teacher in the school, respected and feared by all. Despite being wealthy, he still chose to teach, which made students both admire and dread him.
The lesson dragged on, twenty long minutes of his deep, commanding voice filling the room. Nobody dared to whisper or move carelessly under his sharp gaze. When the bell finally rang, the students sighed in relief. Mr. Frank closed his book and left, his presence leaving the room in total silence for a moment before the students suddenly burst into chatter.
Everyone hurried out, rushing to the biology lab for their practical. The topic of the day was reproduction, and the lab was buzzing with noise, giggles, and whispers. Some students were embarrassed, others found it amusing, but everyone was engaged. Time flew quickly, and soon, the final bell rang—school was over for the day.
Selen strolled down the hallway, her headset blasting loud music. She didn't notice the stares she was getting—students couldn't seem to take their eyes off her. Suddenly, a firm hand grabbed her wrist. She stopped, annoyed, and looked up.
Dylan.
His brown eyes glinted with mischief as he leaned closer, a smirk on his lips.
Selen pulled one earbud down. "What do you want?"
"I was thinking maybe we could hang out," Dylan said smoothly. "Have some fun… and then I'll make you scream my name." He winked, confident as ever.
"Not interested," Selen replied coldly and tried to walk past him, but Dylan stepped in front of her, blocking the way.
"Relax, newbie. I don't bite," he said, his voice low. "I just like your vibe. You'd look perfect in my bed, screaming my name."
Selen tilted her head, eyeing him with amusement. "More like kicking you and screaming. Don't get ahead of yourself. I'm not even sure your tiny dick reaches two inches—or even one."
The students nearby gasped, some covering their mouths, others chuckling at her boldness. Dylan's smirk only grew wider.
"Bold," he murmured, clearly entertained. "I like that. If you ever change your mind… you know where to find me."
Rolling her eyes, Selen yanked her wrist free and walked off, her hair bouncing behind her. Dylan stayed where he was, still smirking, watching her disappear down the hall.
"She doesn't know what game she's playing," he whispered to himself.
And somewhere nearby, Sofia had seen everything. Her nails dug into her palm as anger burned in her chest.
That girl just declared war.