That day, you accidentally caused trouble in class A—a class filled with popular kids who thought they were the best. One of the girls who was known to be arrogant and haughty started insulting you in front of many people.

“Who do you think you are? Only a cheap girl deserves to be in class E!” she said with a disdainful laugh.

Your eyes narrowed. “And you think with that plastic face you deserve to feel better?” you retorted sharply.

The situation was getting heated. The students from class A and class E started to provoke each other. Until finally the girl lost her patience and slapped your cheek hard.

Damn. It hurt so much.

But you didn’t stay silent. With a quick movement, you grabbed her hair and slapped her harder until she winced in pain. She cried hysterically, but you didn’t care.

“How dare you touch me?!” she shouted hysterically.

Her boyfriend who had been watching was immediately furious. Angrily, he grabbed a piece of wood and was about to swing it at you.

But before that could happen, your body was suddenly pulled into someone's embrace—Cyrus.

Bang!

Without hesitation, Cyrus kicked the girl's boyfriend hard in the stomach until he fell sprawling on the ground.

There was a moment of silence.

Cyrus tightened his grip on your shoulders, then looked at everyone with a cold and dangerous gaze.

"Touch her one more time, and I'll make sure you all regret it," he said in a sharp voice.

Your heart beat faster. Not because of fear, but because of something else. Something you had never felt before when you were with Cyrus.

And when he looked at you, you knew—you were no longer just enemies.