“Morning Chic.” Sylvester grinned at her, helping himself with the muffins.

“Call me that again and you‘ll be sorry.” she threatened with a fist, snatching the bottle of milk from the table. Seeing his face in the morning was definitely a bad start.

“Come on , be nice.” Florence pampered, in hope to calm down the tension. “He’s your step-cousin and you ought to look after him.”

“Who cares?” she rebuked hotly. Suffering from Monday blues, she wasn’t in the mood to be nice.

“Chic, I’ve a great news to share with you.” Disobedient Sylvester was just too senseless to heed her warning. “I’m studying at the campus you’re attending.”

“Know it long ago.” snorted.

“Same course. Same Class.” he added. His words nearly blew off her chair.

“WHAT?!” she roared right at Sylvester’s face that both him and Florence nearly jumped off their seats. “You’re my classmate?” she questioned in a patronizing manner. “What the hell is God doing!”

“Its your honor.” he remarked with a smug grin over his face. Making annoyed was the scariest thing one could ever do. But to Sylvester, it was fun at the same time. “Law and management course. Isn’t it?” he met her eyes with poorly masked excitement and curiosity.

grunted, pretending it was impulsive. She was so distracted at the thought she could hardly remember to breathe. She ate the rest of her muffin in two angry bites, “Don’t you dare mess with me further.” she warned with her mouth full of food.

Sylvester watched her swallowed her food. A look of near disgust spread over his face. This girl apparently had no intention to maintain a good image.

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“Chic, I would like to ask you stuffs regarding the campus.” Sylvester treaded beside , trying to keep up with her fast pace. They were stumbling up the steps leading to the entrance of Caldecott Campus.

“3 questions. Not more than that.” she instructed with annoyance. It was nauseating having a talkative guy following her and buzzing her ears with his never ending speech. “And Sylvester Sim.” her voice slicked down to a harsh tone as she halted. “Stop calling me that or I’ll kill you.”

“But since I’m Sly, why not I call you Chic? Sly and Chic. It sounds so nice.” His voice died off when she chucked him a murderous glare. “All right, . Will that do?” he sighed, trying to cool her down.

She tossed him a furious grimace before bolting down the school foyer. “Hey! Wait for me!” Sylvester had to shout again as he ran after her.

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Pretty faces never have nice attitudes. It was a law of nature had understood for years. If she ever forgot that rule, there’d always be some good-looking jerks to remind her.

It was the end of their first-period lecture. Sylvester and made their way down the hallway of lockers. Being a new student, Sylvester was a complete stranger to the surroundings and brains told him it’d be better to stick to .

The commotion aroused when at the end of the lockers, a tall, broad-shouldered guy was smirking confidently, using his hands to pin a scrawny boy against the wall. The boy, who looked puny with his smaller built was obviously trying not to feel fear. Students passing by stopped, readied their looks of horror as their curiosity rose.

“What’s happening?” Sylvester whispered to , his eyes fixed at elements of attention.

“Just a big-time asshole gaining attention.” she mumbled. had noticed this tall guy hanging around in canteens, school halls almost everyday. From what her classmates said, he was rich, arrogant and what’s more? A well-known playboy. He was none other than the infamous David De Cruz.

“Please let me go…” the poor boy stuttered with trepidation. A tinge of sympathy grew among the on-lookers. They wanted to help but because the matter involved David De Cruz, intelligence instructed that they better stay clear of the way.

couldn’t quite see David De Cruz’s ‘victim’ because he was blocking him. But when she did, rage surged through her. That poor guy belonged to her class! Its was one of her classmates getting bullied! She wanted to help him and beat the crap out of this notorious David.

“Lick my shoes and you’ll be free.” David smirked at that guy.

“Leave Benjamin alone!” finally chose to be the righteous girl. She paced out from the crowd and stormed towards his direction. The rising tension earned a ‘ooh’ from the rest of the onlookers. Was she righteous or was she just stupid?

Taking his hands off the wall, David turned to , throwing her a snubbed contortion. No one had ever dared mess with him, the greatest bully of Caldecott Campus.

A bundle of nerves wreck fiercely inside her but still maintaining her cool, paused for a second, cleared her throat and said, “Stop your nonsense!”

“This is none of your business.” David took a bold step closer to her. “Leave before my fists comes at your face.” He never was a gentleman and would never be. To him, his ego was way more important than anything else.

“Why don’t you let Benjamin off first?” demanded, wanting to be in control.

“Obviously you don’t get what I mean when I say get lost.” David snarled. That wicked smirk of his was replaced by a you-are-goanna-get-it frown. “Last chance. Get the hell out of my way!”

“But not without my classmate!” She shot back callously, bringing the anxiety to its peak. David’s temper exploded and he could no longer register the fact of being humiliated in front of so many eyes.

Without prior warning, his fist came diving at ’s face. She let rip a terrified scream. But just when David’s fist was a few centimeters near her face, a force stopped everything. David reacted to the thing that was halting his attack. He turned sour with insult when another guy had stepped in out of nowhere.

“Sly?” blurted out with shock. He had blocked David’s attack with his hand. All of a sudden Sylvester seemed so cool in her eyes.

“Never hit girls.” Sylvester said unperturbedly, forcing back David’s fist, “Its such a shame to do that.”

But David didn’t listen. He would do anything to protect his self-image. “Get lost bastard!” he spewed out with malicious wrath. He madly drove his head into Sylvester’s chest like a football player making an open field tackle.

Sylvester wasn’t going to get defeated. Showing his clumsy opponent what real power was, he grabbed David by his arm, flipped his body over and threw him over his shoulders. He landed hard on the floor with a loud thud.

Sylvester might seemed weaker than David De Cruz. Yet despite his smaller built, throwing a man over was peanuts to him. “Prey on the weak, and you’re a loser.” he mocked, brushing the imaginary dirt off his shoulder.

“Principal!” someone from the crowd shouted.

Suddenly the throng of watching audience scattered off like rats.

“Come on lets go!” yelled at Sylvester and Benjamin. The principal’s footsteps was nearing. She panicked.

But all was too late.

“The three of you stop there!” The plump, beefy principal’s voice boomed throughout the place. “Is this another catfight!” She demanded with her patented I’ve-seen-it-all-so-don’t-bother-to-explain gape. Unfortunately, this old hag only witnessed Sylvester’s attack and nothing else before that.

“You three!” the principal pointed her short fat finger at Sylvester, and Benjamin. “Report to the discipline section now!”

“Help me Mrs. Lydia!” David, who was sprawling on the ground begged. Obvious enough, he was feigning hurt. Sylvester was sure he didn’t do much harm to him. His intention was only to scare David. Not to injure him.

Oh great, Sylvester thought. First day of school and this was what he received as a welcome gift.

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End of chapter…

Okay guys, that’s all for now. LOL, was wrecking my brains, looking for a suitable baddie and haha, I’ve got David De Cruz here. My apologies if I have offended any of David’s fans but I just couldn’t find a good-looking baddie in SI.. Haha..

Will update more soon.. Thanks for reading!! ^^,

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