The Cafeteria.

Harmony felt she was so much calmer than she was when came to school yesterday. According to the TimeTable, she downloaded from Waylon University's student portal, she had THA101 first, and the venue was supposed to be somewhere called LR4 in the Theatre Arts department.

She didn't know where that was, and the map at the school's gate she could not understand for shit, but luckily there was a glaring Banner with the Theatre Arts department written on it where she had dropped off.

"This school is really big," She muttered to herself as she entered the so-called Theater Arts department.

Even though she had reached the department it was mainly still an open environment, though there were two huge buildings, one being in the middle and another at the side.

Worst came to worst she presumed she would have to ask for directions from there.

She decided to first enter the building at the side. The aroma of something tantalizing entered her nose and soon enough she realized this was most likely not the building she was looking for.

The place was packed with students, yes, but it was also designed like a restaurant. With a wide and long counter. Food and snacks were showcased behind the show glass.

Even though Waylon University was a public University, Harmony still felt this kind of arrangement was too messy and unprofessional.

But what did she expect when she chose the cheapest University in the smallest city she found?

Completely ignoring the voice that scolded her for being a hypocrite, her mouth watered at the sight of hot sizzling food that was brought by someone dressed in an article of uniform-like clothing to two girls.

Her stomach grumbled. She remembered she hadn't eaten anything since yesterday morning. Actually, it wasn't that she was incapable of cooking but….. She was too lazy.

According to the Time Table, there were still forty minutes till class began. So there was Time to eat?

Walking towards the counter, led by her hungry stomach she found herself registering the spontaneous pin-drop silence followed by a loud voice.

"Mikhail I'm in love with you!" The smooth and sensual voice yelled.

Harmony couldn't help but stop dead on her track and look over her shoulder.

"....." The sight made Harmony deadpan.

This couldn't be what she was thinking right? Harmony was surprised at the sight. There was a young girl, although she looked older than Harmony, but rightfully so with her lustrous pin-black hair, and gorgeous face.

She was holding onto a pink rectangular object covered in a pink wrapper. Her tanned face was blushing so hard it could blind people.

Seeing the image of a guy seated on the chair, Harmony was having a very big suspicion it was indeed the lovelorn drama similar to yesterdays.

The guy was….. As an amateur face con, Harmony had a discerning eye for aesthetically beautiful people, and Harmony was stunned by how handsome he was.

Of course, she still felt that compared to the person in pitch-black clothing this person was still lacking.

The guy was seated with legs spread wide on a chair, and his elbow rested on a table. His slick raven black hair was tied into a ponytail while only a few locks were generously allowed to play on his equally gorgeous face. He was also very big in stature, so muscularly toned and bigger than usual, Harmony felt intimidated across him.

The guy had the kind of amusement Harmony thought she had seen somewhere recently in his golden-brown eyes.

"No, you don't." He said in a deep voice with a raspy edge.

The girl was obviously stunned by the words, Harmony was as well, but not because of just his words but because she was right about what kind of scene this is.

Could it be this school was a place for scorned lovers? How was it possible to encounter two lovelorn[1] dramas in the space of two days? It couldn't be a daily dose of lovers' spat in Waylon University right? And what really bothered her more, there wouldn't be a bag this time right?

"W-What do you mean?" The girl asked, her face seemingly turning flushed.

The guy had a bored expression on his model-like face. "I said…. You don't…. We just fucked remember?" He spat, quite crudely.

"Mikhail! I love you! How can you say that?!" The girl must be truly embarrassed with this botched confession because she was spotting red.

It wasn't until she heard laughter from behind this Mikhail person did she realize there were people seated next to him.

One was a female with blood-red hair, so much like blood had soaked it, Harmony wondered if she had dyed it. She had striking features that left Harmony pondering if such good genes were so rampant.

Then there was another female. This one looked intimidating at first glance, with corpse-like pale skin, and tattoos so very abundant on her neck and wrists. She was also mesmerizing but it was just hers was so sharp-edged that people would be afraid to look too much at her. She also had black and white hair with pale blue eyes.

Across the blue-eyed girl was another guy. This one had tanned skin with a mop of curly blonde hair, scattered on top of his forehead. He was much less intimidating in stature, with rimmed glasses on, but still, the elite aura he gave off was enough to suppress others exponentially.

What a pair of beautiful people.

"Don't embarrass yourself, remember I told you we would just be fucking?" Mikhail said in a droll tone.

The girl's eyes popped and her entire skin was red. "I gave you my virginity!"

"You were not a virgin." Mikhail returned with a laughing crisp in his tone.

Another low laugh could be heard from behind.

The girl's eyes darted back. "Is it because of King? Is it because he won't let you date me?"

King? Harmony moved her eyes over to the direction the girl's eyes stopped. King…. Oh. Silver hair, pitch-black clothing, and black eyes.

Rhett King.

Harmony felt the color drain out of her. For some reason, she had it in her instinct to run…. Maybe because she had shamefully cut the call on him yesterday but she didn't dare to express how she would react if he saw her.

She decided it was too shameful to run away. Nobody would notice if she casually walked away—

A table was knocked by her hasty feet and a fork and a spoon fell on the ground, alerting attention in the quiet environment.

Harmony's heart was racing but she found herself reacting by placing a hand over her eyes and leaning against the table.

"Fuck," She breathed in a quiet airy tone. "Stupid." She could not help adding, feeling her cheeks burn from the numerous gaze.

"Harmony?" A voice dropped several octaves, called out, but what was shocking was not who was calling her but that the person was standing right in front.

If she placed the hand on her eyes longer then would it all be an imagination?

AN: [1] Dog-blood drama, meaning overly and unnecessarily dramatic.