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    Atticus swiftly turned his gaze towards a red haired girl who became flustered, not expecting that to happen.


    "Why are you staring at me?" Atticus asked, his tone cold.


    The whole hall suddenly went silent as all the students initially talking with one another all stopped when they heard Atticus speak.


    Even the tier ones who had already carried their gazes away from Atticus after a few seconds of scrutiny all turned to look at him.


    The only two who remained unbothered about the situation were Kael, who had his head down on the desk, obviously in dreand, and Zoey, whose eyes had never once shifted since she entered the room, her gazepletely forward.


    L waspletely caught by surprise. Immediately Atticus entered the room, she had focused her gaze on him, thinking of different ways to pay back for what he did to her those years back.


    But thest thing she expected was him actually confronting her like this.


    L cleared her throat, swiftly regaining back herposure as she locked eyes with Atticus and calmly responded, "What are you talking about? You just entered the room; it''s normal for you to attract the attention of everyone in the room."


    L tilted her head slightly as she narrowed her eyes, "Besides, I wasn''t the only one in the ss looking at you, why are you calling only me out?" L asked.


    Hearing her, the other students couldn''t help but agree with her. Many of them had been staring at him when he entered the room, so why was he only calling L out?


    Many of the woke students who had already experience adult things even at such young age were already formting different theories in their head, all of them taking into ount that L was an extremely pretty girl.


    Who wouldn''t want to look for a way to talk to her?


    But Atticus was having none of her bullshit. He walked closer to where she was seated as he responded with the same cold tone, "Yes, you''re right, but the way you stared at me was different. Do you have any problem with me?"


    Atticus had be all too adept at noticing troublesome gazes, even if arge number of people were looking at him.


    From the gazes of the close to 100 students in the hall, Atticus had felt a myriad of emotions from each of them.


    Jealousy, lust, indifference, curiosity, and many more. But amongst all of them, only a certain red haired girl was looking at him with hate and anger.


    And Atticus had already promised himself, always nip the bud before it could be annoying.


    "A problem…" L muttered under her breath,pletely speechless. ''This bastard… did he forget?'' L clenched her fist hard.


    She had spent all these years anticipating and hoping for when she would be able to pay back for what he did to her, but this fool doesn''t even remember?


    Her anger got the best of her as L muttered with gritted teeth, "So you forgot,"


    "Forget what?"


    "The hell do you mean what!? You forgot what you did to me in front of the arcade!?" L finally broke herposure as she suddenly shot up from her seat and shouted.


    The rest of the students were confused. Arcade? What he did to her? They knew each other before?


    What the hell was going on?


    Many of them wondered the same thing, but the hall was stillpletely silent, with each of the youths watching the unfolding drama with their full attention.


    After a month of fighting and suffering in the expanse, many of them were tired and weary.


    This hellish experience was very apparent in most, with a lot of the youths sporting the same tired and poor hygienic look as the raven ck haired Jande.


    Only the tier ones and a few others were all dressed and looked appropriate.


    Seeing this unfolding drama, they didn''t mind indulging themselves a little bit; they deserved it.


    Atticus maintained the cold expression on his face as he asked, "Pray tell, what did I do?"


    "Yo-" just as L was about to respond, Atticus continued, interrupting her words,


    "The only thing I can remember waspletely minding my business and you wanting to force your ideals on me."


    Atticus took another step closer to L, cing on of his hand on the desk, "So I will ask you again, what did I do to you?"


    ''Huh?'' L waspletely speechless.


    She had reyed the scene over and over again in her head during the past years, and she was sure he was the one at fault. She had only been trying to do good.


    So why was he making it seem like she was the one in the wrong here?


    Just as she was about to retort, a loud, deafening voice suddenly resounded close by, halting the intense drama, "Haha, yes! Fight!"


    Many of the students close to the lowest seat all covered their ears as they tried hard to withstand the intensity of the booming voice.


    All eyes instantly diverted from Atticus and L and focused on a youth with bright orange hair and a gem embedded in his fore head, Seraphin Steris.


    Even the massive forms of Ain and Eldric, who were seated closer to him, both inched away.


    Their once neutral expressions morphed into pure annoyance.


    Why did they have to be so unlucky and sit beside this hyper fool?


    The Steris family genes just couldn''t be contained.


    Just as Seraphin was about to continue, he suddenly shifted his head to the right, narrowly evading therge rock that was hurled towards his head.


    "Would you shut the fuck up!"


    Seraphin instantly turned, his gaze immediatelynding on the figure of a student with emerald green hair andrge ears, Hamonic Resonara.


    "What the hell was that!? You almost hit me!" Seraphin''s booming voice resonated through out the hall once again, this time even louder than before!


    So much for maintaining their image.


    Thank you for reading! Don''t forget to give Golden tickets.