The moment Celeste Ramos stepped into the classroom, everything changed.
Section 12 had always been a place of chaos—shouting, laughter, flying paper balls, and an atmosphere of barely controlled rebellion. Teachers dreaded handling this section, and students from other classes whispered about it like it was some kind of jungle.
But when the door creaked open, and Celeste walked in, an unusual silence filled the room.
She wasn't the type of girl you'd expect to see in Section 12. There was something about her—graceful but distant, poised but unreadable. She had long black hair, deep brown eyes, and an aura of quiet confidence. Unlike most transfer students, she didn't look nervous. She wasn't fidgeting or scanning the room anxiously. She simply stood there, waiting, as if she already knew what to expect.
Their homeroom teacher, Mr. Villanueva, cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses. "Class, we have a new student. Please welcome Celeste Ramos."
Celeste nodded slightly. "Good morning."
She didn't add anything else, didn't explain where she was from or why she transferred. Just two words—calm, controlled, effortless.
The silence didn't last long.
Ryan Cruz, the self-proclaimed king of Section 12, leaned back in his chair, a smirk forming on his lips. "A princess in the middle of the wild. This should be fun," he murmured to Lance, his best friend.
The class giggled at his remark, but Celeste remained unbothered.
"Alright, Celeste," Mr. Villanueva continued. "Take a seat in the back, next to Ryan."
At that, several students exchanged glances. Ryan? Of all people? He was the last person anyone would pair with a new student. He was trouble—cocky, fearless, and always in the center of every prank, fight, or scandal in their section.
Celeste, however, didn't hesitate. She walked to the empty seat, placed her bag down, and sat. No hesitation. No reluctance.
Ryan tilted his head, watching her closely. "You sure you're in the right section, Princess?"
Celeste turned to him, her expression unreadable. "I wouldn't be here if I wasn't."
Ryan raised an eyebrow. No fear, no awkwardness—just a straight, confident answer. Now that was interesting.
The whispers in the classroom continued.
"She's too classy for this section."
"She looks smart. Maybe she'll transfer out in a week."
"I give her three days before she cries."
Celeste heard them all but didn't react. Instead, she calmly took out her notebook and pen, as if she had been in this class forever.
Ryan watched her for a moment longer before letting out a quiet chuckle. "Let's see how long you last."
Celeste didn't respond.
But something about the way she held herself, the way she met his gaze without flinching, made Ryan wonder—was she really just another transfer student? Or was she something more?
One thing was certain.
Section 12 was about to get a whole lot more interesting.