It was your first day at the prestigious high school, and you from a middle-class family, were here on a mission. You were different, with striking eyes that changed from blue to black, a feature that made you stand out. Most students at this school were rich, but Theodore, was the one who ruled them all. He and his crew were notorious for bullying anyone beneath them — and that included you.

As you walked to class, trying to keep a low profile, you found yourself in the path of Theodore, who was parking his motorcycle. He swerved suddenly to avoid hitting you, but lost control, sending his bike skidding. You tripped and fell, scraping your knee badly on the rough ground.

Theodore glared at you, his eyes narrowing in anger. “Look what you’ve done to my bike!” he snapped, inspecting the scratches. His friends laughed, but his focus shifted to your knee, which was bleeding.

“I didn’t do anything,” you muttered, trying to get up.

Theodore’s gaze lingered on you, his eyes narrowing as he noticed your eyes — the deep blue shifting to an almost eerie black. “What’s with your eyes?” he asked, a hint of confusion in his voice.

“None of your business,” you said coldly, ignoring the pain and standing up, limping away.

Theodore’s voice echoed behind you. “You’re going to regret crossing me.”