The assembly hall was buzzing with chatter, students shifting restlessly in their seats. The moment Xavier took the stage, Helena felt a chill crawl up her spine.
"Some students here think they belong," Xavier announced, his smirk sharp. "But do they?"
Helena stiffened as his gaze locked onto hers.
"This girl—Helena—she doesn't live in a fancy mansion like the rest of you. She doesn't even live in an apartment." His voice dripped with mockery. "No, our scholarship princess sleeps in a tent."
The hall fell silent for a heartbeat—then erupted into whispers, gasps, and muffled laughter.
Helena felt her pulse pound in her ears. Her hands clenched at her sides, but she refused to lower her head. If she did, he'd win.
She forced herself to smile. "Well, at least I have something you don't, Xavier—integrity."
A murmur rippled through the crowd. Some students turned to each other, re-evaluating the situation.
Xavier's smirk faltered, but he recovered quickly, his green eyes narrowing.
Later That Evening
Helena had been avoiding him all day, but as she walked past the deserted courtyard, hushed voices caught her attention.
"Stay out of this," Xavier growled.
"Or what?" the other student taunted.
Then, it happened. Xavier shoved him—not with normal force, but with something else. Unnatural strength. The other student flew back, skidding against the pavement as though he weighed nothing.
Helena gasped, stepping back instinctively.
Then she saw them. Xavier's eyes—glowing red, burning like embers in the dark.
For a single, horrifying moment, she felt like prey.
Xavier turned sharply, and in the blink of an eye, his eyes dimmed back to green. He forced a laugh, stepping toward her. "Didn't your parents teach you it's rude to eavesdrop?"
Helena didn't respond. Couldn't.
Because suddenly, she realized… Xavier wasn't just a bully. He was something else entirely