2 Chapter 2

Linton High, a once rural school now turned into an academy called Saint Ivy Academy after the appearance of a headmaster in the board of members. Lilith Collins, she was called, who appeared out of thin air and held the reins of the school like it was her own.

With the projects she introduced at the school with money from who-knows-where-it-came, the school flourished and attracted more families to enroll their children into the curriculum.

And there is me, Jason Greene, a freshman starting at this very prestigious place after tons of hardships that came with the application. All is done and well, and here I am, running with all my might to catch up to that school assembly for my first day of school.

Have you ever experienced when you set up an alarm on your phone, and it never rang at the specified time? That's my situation, and I'm currently 7 minutes away from attendance doomsday.

Good thing my athletic body paid off, and I was able to attend the assembly on the gymnasium at the final minute. Taking a nice deep breath to calm my racing heart, I quickly found a seat and began to watch the beginning ceremony with the speech of the headmaster.

I never paid attention to these things, but her white, slight pinkish hair and those mesmerizing purple eyes literally make her look reminiscent of an Ice Queen who carries herself with dignity and grace.

Couple of minutes passed. After finishing her speech, she nimbly walked down the stairs and soon other hosts of people addressed the current status and laws of this school year, which ended to me half awake and half asleep from boredom. Good thing the assembly ended early and all students including me left the gymnasium in an orderly manner as we went to our new classrooms.

The headmaster undeniably is loaded as heck. This classroom looked so grand with all these marble floors and aesthetic vibes of the decoration. The seat looked neat too, as well as a large TV at the top of the front area. I quickly assumed a seat near the windows, and classes started after.

A haggardly looking teacher soon entered the classroom, hushing some of those noisy ones in the classroom, and began writing down terms and equations on the board.

Just some math discussion about circles, ellipses, and parabolas and another teacher from another subject taught us about the history of this town bla bla bla. Break time soon happened with the ringing of the bell, and most of my classmates got up and raced to the cafeteria.

Keyword here is "most" as I hated going to that noisy sound polluted place, so I ate my packed lunch here with the company of a white-haired girl who looked similar to the headmaster. Well, she is her daughter, Shieera Collins, both in appearance and attitude.

Born with a silver spoon, it was rumored that she had lots of money, so much that a lot of boys in the academy last year thought it's worth a chance to try to court her. Though what they all got in return was an unemotional response of "No." as a confirmation that they won't ever accomplish their goal.

They had never seen an emotion from her aside from her all-too-famous deadpan face which labelled her as an unattainable flower of the academy. Some rich entitled sonofab- I mean guy may still try to hit on her, but that doesn't happen frequently anymore.

Keeping this silence between us, with the only sound being the clanking of my utensils and the whooshing of a wind, I tried to eat quietly without bothering the other party. I always had the mindset of concealing myself from any social interaction, as I have horrible social skills that I do not want my conversation partner to suffer.

It worked for some time, until Shieera decided to stand up and walked towards me slowly. I was maintaining a nonchalant facade, but the internal me was sweating bullets from the situation unfolding right now. Doing the best poker face I had in my arsenal, I had never felt this stiff for her eyes staring at me gave me shivers.

Standing right in front of me, Shieera quickly raised her hand for a handshake. "Hello classmate." She said with a subtle smile. I suppressed a tremble in my body as I have never heard THE Shieera Collins actually going up to someone and offering them a handshake.

Giving my best smile, which must undoubtedly looked painfully awkward, I shook her hand. "U-uhh, Jason Greene. A pleasure to meet you." Ah, did I do good? Looking at her reaction to my words, it seems like an ok one.

"What's up?"

"Nothing, it's just that you smell reallyyy~ funny and reallyyy familiar."

She said, almost devilishly, as she took a close sniff of my face, seemingly ignoring my weird look on her actions. What the actual fck, why is she smelling me all of a sudden? Did I shower properly? Was it my sweat she was referring to?

Anyway after a couple more seconds of sniffing, she suddenly moved backwards and eyed me strangely. Maybe I'm hallucinating right now, or did her eyes just dilate for a second. Abruptly, she held her palms in her face and made a face of ecstasy.

"I found you~." She spoke whispered tones, disturbing me more about what is happening right now.

"Just to confirm, is there a burn mark in your left chest."

"Huh…?"

How did she know about my burn mark in my left chest? I've never recalled sharing this with someone, as my burn mark is really not pleasant to look at. I've had it since I a kid, and it was always a part of me. This was one of my deep fears and anxiety letting people see my horrible and ugly scar.