Under History

The girls in my pack fawn over him like he is their idol, giggling whenever he glances their way. It baffles me how his pimples have vanished and been replaced by a face so beautiful one could mistake it for having been sculpted by an angel.

Yes, he is that gorgeous. Not only that, but his body nowadays is sheer physical perfection. Such a shame a pretty boy possesses what I deem an ugly heart.

Xavier thinks he is better than everyone else, always scowling with those unresponsive eyes. He also loves to enter my head whenever he pleases, which has made me consider going rogue—I haven't found my mate yet, but I can't handle the last year of school with the devil himself interrupting my train of thoughts.

With slow movements, I try to balance my food tray with my eyes set on the table where I was sitting moments before. The best part about living in this realm is the free lunch the school serves, and I smile at the smell of tacos—I'm on my second serving.

"Hey, is that Rhian?"

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