In another corner of the city, a stark contrast to the lively anticipation that filled Darek's world, Olivia's reality unfolded in the sombre halls of her school. The jarring ring of the school bell marked the beginning of the next lecture, a signal that often brought both dread and monotony to the students' lives.

Olivia walked through the corridor, her steps measured and her demeanour subdued. The shadows seemed to gather around her, amplifying the weight of her situation. The sidelong glances and stifled laughter from her peers marked the hallways like a haunting melody, a constant reminder of her standing in the social hierarchy.

As her eyes scanned the faces that turned to stare, Olivia's confusion mingled with a growing sense of isolation. She couldn't fathom the reason behind their mocking gazes, but a deep-rooted intuition told her that those popular girls and their boyfriends were involved. Their taunts and ridicule were all too familiar, a daily torment that seemed to have no end.

Amidst the sea of indifference and cruel amusement, a small act of kindness emerged. A freshman, recognizing the unfairness of Olivia's situation, stepped forward to intervene. With a gesture of empathy, she halted Olivia's progress and urged her to turn around. Olivia complied, her heart heavy with a mixture of gratitude and apprehension.

The freshman's gentle fingers delicately removed a page that had been slyly affixed to Olivia's back. The words on the page bore the venom of mockery, words that cut deep into Olivia's self-esteem. "Attention, fellow geeks! The Queen of nerds, Olivia, is here to enlighten us with their 'superior' knowledge. 🤓 #NerdAlert" The message was a stark reminder of the relentless bullying she faced, a message that seemed to echo in the hallways.

The kind freshman's eyes blazed with a mix of empathy and resentment as she witnessed Olivia's plight. She felt the weight of helplessness in the face of the bimbos' cruelty, understanding the delicate balance between intervening and becoming the next target. Her compassion was evident, but she knew that going any further might risk her own safety.

With the school bell's second chime, the corridor transformed once again into a river of hurried movement. The students, each wrapped in their own world of concerns and obligations, rushed toward their respective classrooms. The relentless rhythm of academia marched on, indifferent to the struggles and emotions that played out in its midst.

As the lecture began, the classroom's atmosphere shifted, but not entirely. The tension from the hallway seemed to seep into the room, lingering like an uninvited guest. Just when the weight of the moment threatened to suffocate, a new figure entered the stage.

A professor, his presence commanding attention, stood before the class.

"I have good news for you all," the professor began, his voice carrying the weight of a revelation. "A famous celebrity, Darek Marshall, will join your class this semester from next Monday."

The classroom erupted into a chorus of reactions, a cacophony of voices that mirrored a roller coaster of emotions. The news seemed almost too surreal to comprehend, and yet, it was the undeniable reality that hung before them.

"Isn't Darek Marshall the famous singer whose latest album 'Dream Girl' and magazine 'Coffee with Marshall' just released?" One student's voice rose above the clamor, her surprise evident. Her words acted as a catalyst, sparking conversations that swept through the room like wildfire.

"Right! Can you believe it? He's gonna study in the same school and the same class?" Another student chimed in, their incredulity echoing in the collective tone of disbelief.

A playful daydream took hold as another student's voice joined the chorus, her words carrying a note of whimsical longing. "I wonder if he's as hot in real life as we saw in magazines?" The dreamy expression on her face was contagious, eliciting laughter and agreement from her peers.

"Of course he is! Haven't you ever attended his concert?" Her friend's response was quick and confident, her tone a mix of admiration and shared enthusiasm. "He was as handsome as he was shown in magazines."

As the girls immersed themselves in a dreamy conversation about the potential of having a celebrity in their midst, the reaction among some of the boys took a different turn. The atmosphere was tinged with a sense of unease, a ripple of discontent that spread subtly among a few male students.

Their expressions tightened as they observed the excitement that radiated from the girls, their eyes trained on the animated conversations with a mixture of jealousy and envy. The sudden intrusion of a celebrity into their academic realm had cast an unexpected spotlight on their insecurities.

"I wonder if he has a girlfriend," one of the bimbos mused, her voice carrying a sense of longing as she indulged in the fantasy of being associated with Darek. Her dreamy face painted a vivid picture of her aspirations.

"Of course, he has one," her boyfriend, a football jockey at the school, interjected with a dismissive tone. His words were laden with an air of certainty as if he were privy to insider information regarding Darek's relationship status.

In stark contrast, another boy's voice cut through the growing haze of admiration with an air of scepticism. "I don't know what's so special about him," he voiced his dissent, his words a hint of bitterness.

As the conversation threatened to escalate into a debate, the cheerleader, who was also one of the bimbos, opened her mouth to scold them. However, before her words could find their mark, the professor's voice chimed in, asserting control over the classroom's restless energy.

"Quiet, please," the professor's command was firm but measured, a reminder that academic decorum still held its place in the midst of celebrity frenzy. The classroom seemed to hush at his words, the air heavy with a mixture of excitement and tension.

The professor's voice, authoritative yet understanding, sliced through the currents of excitement and anticipation that had taken hold of the classroom. The students turned their attention to him, the atmosphere shifting from exuberance to a more measured awareness of the reality before them.

"I know you're excited to have a celebrity study with you," the professor began, his voice carrying a note of guidance, "but I hope you all remember that this is a school and not a concert stage. Don't bother him for autographs and photographs."

His words held a weight of responsibility, a reminder that despite the allure of a celebrity presence, the primary purpose of their environment remained education. The students' aspirations to connect with Darek had to find their place within the boundaries of academia.

The professor's stern tone grew even firmer as he continued, "If I find you guys paying more attention to him than your studies and bothering him, I will punish you as I deem fit."

A collective groan of discontent and murmurs of argument rippled through the classroom, a chorus of youthful resistance. The professor's declaration of potential consequences disrupted the allure of the celebrity and reminded them of their academic obligations.

"Silence!" His command cut through the dissonance, his authority prevailing. "There is no place for argument. Now take out your textbooks and start reading the chapter."

With a resigned shuffle, the students complied, a sense of duty guiding their actions. The blackboard became the focus, the professor's voice an undertone guiding their thoughts. Yet, even as they followed his instruction, their minds continued to drift toward the enigmatic figure that was soon to become their classmate.