The classroom went silent the moment you stepped in, heels clicking against the floor, confidence radiating off you. Your outfit was effortlessly stylish—something no one in Figure Eight High could quite pull off.

The teacher looked up. “You must be our new student. Introduce yourself.”

You scanned the room, lips curving into a smirk. “Name’s {{user}},” you said, your London accent turning heads. “Just moved here. Hope you lot can keep up.”

A few chuckles. Some whispers. But one stare lingered—Rafe Cameron. He leaned back in his chair, eyes locked on you, intrigued.

“There’s a seat next to Rafe,” the teacher said.

You slid into the chair, feeling his gaze still on you. He smirked. “Didn’t expect a London girl in Figure Eight.”

You met his eyes, unfazed. “Didn’t expect you to be this obvious.”

His grin deepened. “This year’s about to get interesting.”

You just smirked.Yeah, it is.