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♔︎  s ᴀ ɪ ɴ ᴛ  ♔︎

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         "SMOKING is not allowed in the school." A calm voice spoke behind Saint. He turned his head to look at the intruder. The intruder smirked and came to stand beside him.

"So, how're you doing?" Saint raised his eyebrow at the annoying person, Xavier standing beside him.
He threw the cigarette on the floor and pull out a mint bubblegum from his pocket.

He decided to hand the spare one to Xavier. Xavier stared at the bubblegum weirdly before unwrapping it.

"Shouldn't you be in a class?" Xavier asked him. Saint exhaled loudly. An annoyed frown threatened to appear on his forehead.

"What do you want, dude?" Saint asked running a hand through his dark locks. Xavier shurgged.

"You just seem cool. I was wondering why are you on scholarship bro when your guardian is a damn rich man." Saint's eyes darkened. He shook his head slightly to calm himself down. He chuckled humourlessly

"Oh look, did you see that?" Saint pointed out to something on the floor. Xavier looked at him in confusion when he picked something up from the ground.

"Here, you dropped your nose in my business. Hope it never falls again." A smug smirk displayed on Saint's lips and he slided past Xavier. His shoulder hitting Xavier's in the process.

"Fu-" Xavier hissed under his breath. His shoulder was still injured.His jaw clenched as he rubbed the aching place carefully.

"We'll see how smart you can be in the future, mate." He gritted out to himself. His eyes blazing with anger as he glared at the retreating figure of Saint

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It has been two days since he talked to Athena. It was obvious that she was avoiding him. That was quite amusing for him seeing her trying to ignore him. He knew that the little doe will be his by the end of the day.

His eyes were glued to her as usual. The silky brown waterfall of her hair hid her face from him. He bit on the last bite of his hamburger. His foot tapped on the floor impatiently.

"Forget her. She's out of your league, mate." A voice interrupted his train of thoughts. He turned his head to the source of the voice.

His eyes fell on the brown haired boy wearing glasses. Saint sat with him on his first day till now, in the lunch. He was also a scholarship student. But they never talked.

"Her father is a billionare and will never agree to you being her little boyfriend." The nerdy boy told him without even looking at him.

Saint leaned back in his chair and stared at him. He didn't reply him back instead ignored him and continued his previous act. He chuckled darkly. He knew that the nerdy boy would know that Saint was born to chase. And he never ever lose in it.

"Ah, chasing chasing. . . I live for it. Such a exciting hobby. The road of blood, guns and knives. . . The only thing to care about is a thrill that you get from it. In the end, I get what I want even if it means killing."

Saint was sure that the nerdy boy was shook to the core, judging by his quick stumbling out of the cafeteria. The bell rang and the lunch period ended. He sighed. His eyes fell on the fuming Xavier who gave him a deadly glare. Saint smirked darkly.

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The sleep was far away from his eyes. The inner him was unsettled and restless even after taking the several puffs of deadly powder. The only thought of the familiar person invaded his thoughts. His head ached due to the heavy music coming from outside his door.

He stood up from his single bed and grabbed his hoodie from the couch. After taking a deep breath, he hopped out of his window.

The night was chilly and dark. But he couldn't feel anything. The steps of his mind carried him towards the familiar path. He crossed the thick forest. His feet ached but he didn't stop.

The satisfaction filled in his chest when his dizzy eyes landed on the outline of the mighty mansion.

Saint exhaled heavily and stopped behind a tree. He remebered the back door where the little doe had entered her home. The door was not guided but the moving spotlight would be able to spot him.

His steps hurried towards the back door in the dark and he exhaled in relief when he wasn't caught in the light. But to his much frustration, the door was locked.

Saint pressed his fingers on the middle of his forehead to reduce the ache and groaned.

He hid behind the pillar when the light fell on him. His eyes scanned the mansion. Thankfully he found the large window open on the third floor. His lips twitched upwards in a evil smirk.

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Saint's body fell on the carpeted floor with a thud. He snickered and did a little victory move with his fists. But his excitment fainted away when he examined the place.

He was in the long hallway. Small lights on the wall illuminated the hallway. He didn't know where he should go. So he decided to go to the left first.

There were total four rooms in this floor. Library, theatre room, living room for the third floor and the room that was locked. His blurry eyes focused on the golden words.  Office.

He decided to go down in the second floor. He somehow felt that the rooms on this floor were for the residents of the mansion.

His steps slowed down when he heard the footsteps. He stopped right there. His eyes met with the small figure at the end of the hallway.

The figure disappeared behind one of the doors. His lips curved at the sight. He followed her silently. He waited outside the door for few seconds before turning the handle.

The familiar sweet scent of vanilla and lavender hit his nostrils. The room was dark. But he could see the dim white walls. His eyes adjusted to the dim moonlight coming from the glass windows and the light coming from the fireplace.

The king sized conopy bed was placed on the middle of the room. The small sitting place was made in the coener. Which consisted of three small couches and a fireplace.

The sound of the shower turning on caught his attention. He walked towards the one of the couches. His steps were quiet and slow.

The light from the fire lit the side of his face. He looked like a dark monster searching for his prey. The prey who was oblivious of the monster's thoughts.

The shower turned off. His eyes remained glued to the door behind which his little doe was standing. The golden handle turned and the door opened.

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