Delilah walked in her class as she heaved a long sigh.
New school. New class. New chaos.
She dropped her bag right at the last bench because, of course, she didn't want to be the center of the attention. Just as she sat, A boy walked in the class with his usual cold aura: Evan. Hair messy, falling over his forehead, shirt wrinkled, eyes as cold as ice.
He noticed Del and frowned. Nobody ever dared to even look at the last bench and here del was, sitting at the chair like she owned the place. He immediately walked up to her. "Move!" He said, his voice calm but steady like he is giving an order, not a request. Delilah's brows forrowed slightly. "And why would I?" She snapped, standing up from the seat. "Looks like you don't know me yet." He said, smirking. "And who are you exactly?!" Del said, crossing her arms.
"Someone who will make sure your life is a living hell!" He said and without thinking twice, he dropped her bag to the ground and sat on the seat. "What the Hell?!!"
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