Jayjay's POV
If someone had told me my first day would start with colliding with the most feared guy in school, I would have stayed in bed.
Actually…
I tried to stay in bed.
But nooo.
Mom woke me up.
Aries dragged me here.
Angelo gave me a whole lecture about avoiding chaos like I was some kind of walking disaster.
And now?
Now I had already broken rule number one.
Avoid Mark Keifer Watson.
I sighed while walking toward the main building.
"Great job, Jayjay," I muttered. "Five stars. Perfect start."
The school halls were huge and shiny. Students were moving everywhere like busy ants. Some were laughing, others whispering, some looked like they owned the entire place.
Then there was me.
Scholarship student.
New girl.
Already embarrassed.
I pulled the paper Aries gave me out of my bag.
Class: 3-E
I stared at it.
"Why does that sound like a villain headquarters…" I whispered.
Just then two girls walked past me.
"…Did you hear? He's already here."
"Of course he is. It's his territory."
Territory?
What is he, a tiger?
"Is Mark Keifer Watson in class today?"
"Obviously. When is he not?"
I froze.
Wait.
Wait wait wait.
3-E…
My brain slowly connected the dots.
"No way," I whispered.
Please tell me he is not in my class.
Because if he was…
That means the cold, silent parking lot statue guy would be my classmate.
I stared up at the classroom door.
3-E
Yup.
This was it.
"Well," I breathed out slowly, pushing the door open.
"Let's meet my new academic nightmare."
"Okay, Jay… you got this," I muttered to myself.
New school.
New people.
New start.
Easy… right?
I pushed the classroom door open slowly.
And instantly froze.
The classroom looked nothing like the neat classrooms in my old school.
Boys were sitting on desks instead of chairs. One guy had his feet on the table. Another was spinning a basketball with one hand.
Their uniforms?
Completely ruined.
Untucked shirts.
Loose ties.
Rolled sleeves.
One even had his blazer hanging over the chair like it offended him personally.
They looked less like students and more like a group that accidentally wandered into a school building.
Then someone noticed me.
A tall boy with messy brown hair leaned back in his chair and smirked.
"Well, well… look what the wind dragged in."
Another boy whistled.
"New girl."
"Fresh victim," someone muttered.
My brain screamed:
Aries warned you about chaos.
I slowly stepped inside.
"Uh… hi…"
Nobody answered.
Instead, they stared.
Like wolves examining a new creature that walked into their territory.
Then suddenly—
The classroom door opened again.
The noise died instantly.
Like someone pressed a mute button.
Every boy straightened slightly.
And I didn't even need to turn around to know why.
A shadow fell across the doorway.
Cold.
Silent.
Heavy.
I slowly turned.
Keifer Watson.
Same sharp eyes.
Same unreadable expression.
Same aura that made the air feel colder.
His uniform wasn't perfect either.
Shirt slightly untucked.
Tie loose.
Sleeves rolled.
But somehow he still looked more dangerous than everyone else combined.
His eyes moved across the room…
Then stopped on me.
Great.
Just great.
And I already felt like I had walked straight into the most chaotic classroom in the entire school.
Welcome to 3-E.
The Untamed Classroom.