CHAPTER ~1
'Darcy Foster POV'
"𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘐 𝘢𝘮, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵"
I stood at the front of the classroom, preparing to give my speech on the age-old debate: "Who is better, a hero or a villain?" Some students were staring at me, while others—mostly the backbenchers—were gossiping. I hated that. I wanted their full attention, every pair of eyes on me. The teacher, 'Miss. Lina Morales' stood beside me, her presence heavy and commanding, her words dripping with arrogance as she said, "Now, start your speech." I couldn’t stand the way she always spoke to me like that, but I pushed the feeling aside.
Taking a deep breath, I locked eyes with the class and began. "I, Darcy foster, am here to give a speech on the topic, 'Who is better, a villain or a hero?'" I paused, watching the students reactions. "You all must have thought I would say 'hero,' but, No, the truth is, a hero is nothing compared to a real villain." I saw the shift in attention as some faces grew confused, while others looked intrigued. A small smirk tugged at the corner of my mouth.
"A villain is always the winner—until it's a story from those fairytales writer" I continued. "A hero sees only the present, but a villain plans for the future. His tactics are always better, always one step ahead. Heroes win in stories, but in real life? Heroes don’t win."
I could hear miss Lina telling me to stop, but I ignored her. "Rapists, criminals—they’re the villains. Police, students like you? You’re the heroes. So, tell me, who really wins?" I paused dramatically. "The rapist. The criminal."
Just as I was diving deeper into my argument, a sudden chaos erupted in the classroom. A bird flew in through the window, crashed into the ceiling fan, and plummeted to the floor, landing right in front of me. The girls screamed, and the boys made strange, panicked noises. The room was in utter disarray, and my frustration only grew. Miss Lina hurried toward the door, calling for the maid to clean up the mess.
After scanning the whole chaos, my gaze landed on the bird lying on the floor, one leg bent awkwardly, with a few drops of blood around it and a small patch of skin torn near its stomach.
I walked closer and gently picked it up by the leg.
“Maybe it’s better you didn’t make it,” I whispered softly. “The noise you caused... I didn’t like it.”
I stood up and quietly placed it outside the window, then walked back to my seat.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t continue.
With a small, polite bow, I sat back down.
The class was still in shock, unable to process what had just happened. The girl next to me stood up immediately, looking horrified. "Ma’am, I can't sit here," she said, and moved to another seat. Another girl followed her. Soon, several students had distanced themselves from me. Some wore disgusted expressions, others looked genuinely scared.
A boy sitting nearby leaned toward his friend, whispering loudly enough for me to hear, "How weird is she?"
I didn’t look at him, but I could feel the judgment in his words. "People like her shouldn’t even be in school," someone muttered from behind me. But do I care?
During lunch, as I walked into the canteen, I felt every pair of eyes on me. The murmurs around quickly shifted in my direction. I quietly made my way to the last seat, hoping for some peace, and decided to eat there.
Even in the middle of all the noise, I felt a pair of eyes watching me differently—it always gets on my nerves. And the worst part? I noticed the lyrics playing in my earphones were way too perfect—so perfect it annoyed me.
// 𝘖𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘦 /
The universe has this strange habit of aligning things 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺—especially when it’s the exact moment you 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 want something to happen.
My head was lowered, focused only on my lunch, but I could hear the voices of four girls—famously known as the 'baddies' of our school, the ones who bully 'everyone'.
Their footsteps and their stinking laughs got closer and closer, until I felt a hand grip the back of my neck, its sharp nails digging in painfully.
“Look who’s here, our lovely Darcy, who thinks she can be the fierce girl of our school,” one of them sneered.
The others agreed, and mocking laughter erupted behind me. But all I wanted was to finish my lunch, trying to block out their voices—even though their presence and staring eyes made it really hard to continue.
It’s always the red-haired girl who stirs up the most trouble. This time, too, she leaned in close and whispered in my ear,
“You think you can take our place? Our personality? Our recognition? Bullshit. Keep dreaming. Everyone still thinks you’re weird—just a crazy, silent girl.”
I didn’t see it, but I could feel her smirking breath on my ear as she grabbed my water bottle and poured it all over my lunch.
And they found it funny. Laughing like actual lunatics.
I waited. No one stepped in. People were just recording or cheering. Even the canteen staff didn’t give a second glance. Are they really that blind? Or just plain uneducated? Honestly, I’d prefer calling them brainless.
Then finally, a voice cut through the chaos—
“What the hell are you all doing? Move away from her!"
All the girls turned toward the voice, and I didn’t even need to look—I knew it was Kiaan.
"Oh look, who’s speaking up now,"one of the girls mocked. "This doesn’t concern you, pretty boy. Stay out of it."
But before she could turn back to me, his voice snapped like a whip.
"It DOES concern me when I see a bunch of morons bullying someone who clearly hasn’t done anything to you!"
They all turned back again, glaring at him like his courage was an offense. One of them arched her brow.
"She’s just some weird girl who doesn’t fit in here. You’re making a big deal out of nothing."
"That still doesn’t give you the right to treat her like that!" he shot back.
Another girl stepped forward, smirking.
"Well, you never interfered before. Why now? Something special about her?"
She raised her brows, and another chimed in with a sly grin,
"Oh, let’s not forget how he follows her around like a lost puppy. They could literally make a weirdest couple in our sch—"
She didn’t get to finish. A loud crack cut her off as a water bottle collided sharply with the back of her head. Everyone froze, eyes wide, stunned.
The bottle had come from me.
She stumbled forward, clutching the back of her head, and turned around in disbelief. Despite being clearly stunned to his core, kiaan stepped aside without thinking, avoiding her stumble.
I stood there calmly, holding the bottle in my hand as if I hadn’t just thrown it. My voice was quiet, even, but cold.
"Why did you pour water into my lunch without my permission? I didn’t like it."
No one responded. Not even her friends moved to check on her. Pathetic.
One of them finally found her voice.
"I... it was just a... harmless joke..." she said, weakly trying to defend it.
My eyes flicked to her, and she immediately stepped back.
Why? I wasn’t going to bite her with a glance.
"A joke?" I repeated softly. "Then why didn’t I laugh? I was the target, right? The main character
in that scene? Then why wasn’t it funny to me?"
"Harmless joke," I repeated, nodding slowly. Then, without warning, I raised the water bottle again and lunged it straight toward her head.
In that split second, I saw it—the pure terror in her eyes. And God, it satisfied something deep inside me. That’s it. That’s what I wanted.
She flinched, bracing for the blow. But I stopped—just a hair’s breadth away from her skull.
She shivered.
I smiled, soft and calm, almost sweet.
"Laugh it off, girl. It was just a harmless prank."
My hand gently touched her head, brushing her hair like I was comforting a child.
"See? Your head’s just fine."
Withdrawing my hand, I slipped it back into my jacket pocket. With the other, I grabbed my lunch.
𝘛𝘴𝘬. 𝘙𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥.
Without a word, I walked out of the canteen, heading toward the classroom. It was almost empty when I arrived, and just as I sat down, the bell rang.
The whole time, I could still feel those burning eyes on me—.
By the end of the period, I swung my backpack over one shoulder and walked out, making my way to the library.
As I stepped inside, I scanned the room.
All eyes turned to me.
Some had witnessed the lunch scene. Others were just now being filled in, mouths moving, fingers pointing—all in front of me.
Seriously... people need to grow a brain.
I ignored them and walked to the shelves, searching for the book I needed.
It was on the top rack—of course. Too high for me to reach.
Still, I stretched out my hand, trying anyway.
"Need a hand?"
I turned. Kiaan stood there, head tilted slightly to the side—as if trying to look cute.
I stepped aside silently and watched him stroll over, effortlessly grabbing the book.
He handed it to me—but didn’t let go.
When my eyes lifted to meet his, that same sweet, mischievous smile was waiting.
"So... you think I’m cute?" he grinned.
"Huh?"
"If you keep looking at me like that, I might get used to it." He grins softly
I narrowed my eyes and snatched the book from his hand.
Of course, he wasn’t going to give it up without messing with me first.
Without saying anything, I brushed past him and went to the counter to rent the book. Then I left the library.
My steady steps took me out of school and into the bustling streets. But it was only for a while—until I turned into the quieter forest path that always led me home.
~"Kiaan POV"~
Clutching my chest, I watched her retreating figure, eyes full of wonder.
“How can someone be so cool and adorable at the same time?” I whispered to myself with a dreamy grin, dropping my hand.
“Well.....my darcy can.”
With that obvious fact, I pushed forward, a little bounce in my steps, following her like I was chasing a dream—because honestly, that’s what it felt like.
I kept a small distance, trailing behind with reluctant legs and melting eyes, a permanent smile etched on my face.
But then I saw her take the turn—that turn—toward the forest path. It always made something twist uncomfortably in my chest.
Why did her house have to be in that direction? Through that unsettling stretch of trees?
My pace quickened.
I turned the corner—but froze.
She was gone.
I frowned, lips pulling into a reluctant pout.
“Where did she suddenly vanish to…?” I murmured, eyes scanning the trees.
“So I was right. Why are you following me?”
I practically jumped out of my skin. My shoulders tensed as I spun around—only to find Darcy standing there, calm as ever, wearing that same irresistibly adorable expression.
I let out a breath of relief, hand over my heart.
“How do you manage to be this adorable and cool at the same time?”
I meant it. Every word.
But she didn’t respond—just turned and walked past me like it was no big deal. I hurried after her, my feet falling into step beside hers as I caught up, that same goofy grin tugging at my lips.
Hands behind my back, grinning cheekily, I asked, “Knock knock.”
No response—she just walked on silently. But I wasn’t ready to give up. “Knock knock,” I repeated with the same grin and mischief.
I could see the frustration flicker in her eyes, but still, she replied in an indifferent tone, “Who’s there?”
“Kiaan.”
“Kiaan who?” she asked reluctantly.
“Your admirer,” I answered, grinning even wider, cupping my face for dramatic effect.
She shot me a look—and oh god, the way it tugged at my heart. I wish everyone could see my face right now—how brightly it’s lit up.
She stopped and turned to face me.
“Why are you trying to ruin your life by being around me?” she asked, her voice cold, emotionless. “I’m not someone you should be with. Stay away from me or…”
She paused. For a second, I saw something flicker across her expression—something not quite as empty.
“…Or my demons will taint you with darkness.”
My grin faltered. The usual cheekiness slipped away, just for a moment. Then a small smile formed, and my face softened.
“Then I’ll paint you colorful with my adoration,” I said gently—I couldn’t bring myself to say ‘love,’ so I settled for something simpler.
She just stared at me. Was she judging me? Or trying to understand me?
“Go back home,” she ordered.
God, she was bossy. Yet she's attractive.
“Can I just walk you home? I just want to make sure you’re—”
“Just get lost!. You’ve already gotten on my nerves enough!" she snapped, pulling out her earphones and plugging them in.
She turned and walked away, throwing one last warning over her shoulder.
"Don't follow me".........
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