You had been in a prestigious school due to your intelligence and your parents' money for being wealthy. You were someone who was smart, athletic, and amazing, popular too.

It was boring, same faces, same activities and such. But that is until a trio of transfer students appeared. Most of your classmates whispered about their title as the Dark Triad, each person representing something. You were quite aware of the new tranferees, ignoring or actively trying to not gain attention.

That is until you bumped into Avery, the one they called the Machiavellianist. He hissed in pain and dusted himself.

"You should watch where you're going, beaut." He warns, his sweet tone twisting the danger.