A girl had entered the class, her posture stiff with anger. She wore a silver tie, she wasn't from this class. As she made her way inside, the whispers spread quickly, rippling through the students like wildfire.

"That's Chanelle... isn't she Felix's potential fiancée?" one of the students murmured.

"They say their families have business ties. This is going to be interesting," another whispered.

Faerie's interest piqued as the girl—Chanelle—stalked directly towards her, heels clicking against the classroom floor. Chanelle stopped in front of Faerie's desk, towering over her with an expression that oozed disdain.

"So, I heard a lowlife like you has been trying to get with Felix? Is that true?" Chanelle's voice was sharp, her words cutting through the whispers.

Faerie just tilted her head slightly, studying Chanelle's expression. She couldn't help the faint smirk that curved her lips. She leaned back in her chair, still silent, as Chanelle continued.

"My goodness, I wasn't at the party to witness it, but I should've been, shouldn't I?" Chanelle's voice dripped with mockery, her eyes narrowing as she waited for a reaction.

Still, Faerie said nothing, keeping her gaze steady on the silver-tie girl in front of her. She let the silence stretch, enjoying the way it seemed to irritate Chanelle even more.

Finally, Faerie spoke, her tone casual but laced with a hint of menace. "Don't worry, Chanelle. I'm not here to make love with him. I'm here to kill him."

Chanelle's eyes widened in shock, her confident demeanor faltering for just a moment. "What did you just say?"

Faerie leaned in slightly, her smirk growing. "I'm here to will him—will him some good luck getting with you," she replied, her voice smooth.

Chanelle's confusion shifted back into anger, but now it was tinged with unease. She stepped closer, glaring down at Faerie. "How do you know my name, though? And who the hell do you think you are?" she demanded, trying to regain her composure.

Faerie met Chanelle's gaze without flinching, her smirk never wavering. She didn't owe her any answers—and that was exactly what she intended to give.

Faerie kept her smirk, watching Chanelle's frustration build. The room was silent, students observing the scene unfold.

"How do I know your name?" Faerie repeated mockingly. "It's hard not to when people like you think you own the world because of a few zeroes in your bank account."

Chanelle's jaw tightened as she leaned closer. "You think you're special because you kissed Felix? You're just a scholarship girl. You don't belong here."

Faerie's smirk sharpened. "You're awfully worried for someone who thinks I don't matter. Maybe you're scared Felix might actually find me more interesting than your little family arrangement."

Chanelle's face flushed with anger. "Watch your mouth, you—"

"Or what?" Faerie shot back, her voice cold. "You think I'm scared of you? I've dealt with worse."

For a moment, Chanelle seemed caught off guard. But then she forced herself to step back, her expression hardening. "This isn't over," she snapped before storming out.

Faerie watched her go, unbothered by the lingering whispers. Sunny returned just in time to catch Chanelle leaving, her eyes wide. "What was that about?"

Faerie shrugged. "Just someone trying to scare me off. Guess it didn't work."

Sunny shook her head, grinning. "You never back down, do you?"

Faerie offered a slight smile. "I've got bigger things to worry about."

After the day at school ended and the rich kids piled into their luxurious rides, Faerie felt the familiar pang of being out of place. While they drove off to their opulent lives, she began her trek toward the bus station, ready to navigate the city's public transport.

As she walked, lost in her thoughts, a luxurious sports car suddenly pulled up beside her, the engine purring softly. The tinted window rolled down, revealing none other than Felix, his expression as enigmatic as ever.

"Can I give you a ride?" he asked, leaning casually against the window.

Faerie couldn't help but smile brightly at him, a reaction he clearly hadn't anticipated. "Ride on you?" she teased, her brow arching in playful confusion.

Felix frowned slightly, clearly thrown off by her response. "No, what? I meant the car, dummy," he replied, his tone half-serious and half-amused.

"Right, the car," she said, letting out a laugh. "I just wanted to make sure you weren't offering anything more... intimate."

Felix rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. "Get in before I change my mind."

She opened the door and slid into the passenger seat, surprised by how luxurious it felt. As they pulled away from the curb, she stole a glance at him. "So, is this how you treat all the scholarship girls? Driving them around in your fancy car?"

"Only the ones who dare to kiss me," he shot back, his eyes on the road but a smirk evident on his face.

"Glad to know I made the cut," she said, leaning back in her seat and crossing her arms. "But just so you know, I'm not interested in being your plaything."

Felix turned to her, a flicker of curiosity in his eyes. "Is that so? Because it looked like you were pretty interested the other night."

"Maybe I was just testing the waters," Faerie replied, meeting his gaze head-on. "You never know how deep a pool is until you dive in."

Felix chuckled, shaking his head. "You're full of surprises, Faerie."

"Just keeping you on your toes," she said, her voice laced with confidence.

As they were silent for few moments faerie spoke again 

"So, Felix, how does it feel to play chauffeur for a scholarship girl?" she asked, a playful smile creeping onto her lips.

He chuckled, shaking his head slightly. "It's not like I'm doing this because I want to. I just thought you might need a lift."

"Of course, how noble of you," she replied, sarcasm dripping from her tone. "But it's sweet. I appreciate it."