When Harley Kingsley is accepted into Redville, one of the most well known and competitive schools in the world, with unbelievably high scores, she ends up attracting the attention of the most notorious and manipulative students of the academy, dead...
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❝It is our choice of good or evil that determines our character, not our opinion about good of evil.❞
— Aristotle
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The third dance instructor told us to reach the collective training studio.
I’ve never been there before so I just follow the others while walking there. I’m among Freva and Zia, who’re both on their phones. Not that I’m inclined to have a conversation with anyone at the moment. I’m really tired and want to go back to my dorm and sleep right now, which is probably what I’ll do the moment I reach my room.
Right then, my phone vibrates in my bag. I sling it forward to take it out to find a familiar number flash across the screen.
Nate: One turn behind you towards your right. Take a left.
Sighing, I type in a quick reply.
Harley: What happened to you needing me only when it’s necessary?
The read receipt turns blue, showing that he’s read my text. In a few seconds, his reply pops up.
Nate: It’s not about that. Just be here rn.
I close my phone and look at Freva. “I’ll be back.”
“Where are you going?” she raises her eyebrows in question.
I press my lips together and point towards my phone. “I’ve to call my mom.”
She rolls her eyes. “Didn’t know you were momma’s girl. Anyways, go. I can’t cover for you for long.”
“Thanks,” I say with a smile before turning back and following the instructions written on the text.
When I turn left, I find Nate leaning against the walk, just like the first time I met him. His expression is a mix of amusement and something I can’t figure out. He looks at me when I’m there but doesn’t say anything for a while.
“What do you want?” I finally say, breaking the silence.
He lets out a sigh before looking away from me. “So, you actually are smart, huh? You knew about the markings?”
