"You rember , right, buddy?" soone said, a hand landing casually on Evan’s shoulder.
"You..." Evan didn’t even need to turn around. That voice, that vibe—it could only be one person.
And sure enough, when he looked back, his hunch was right.
Jas stood there, grinning.
"What are you doing here?" Evan asked, genuinely surprised. He thought he’d been separated from his friends for good. Maybe luck hadn’t completely abandoned him after all.
"I'm in the sa section as you—Section A," Jas replied with a grin. "Why? Not happy to see ?"
"No, no. I’m just... surprised. Honestly, I’m really glad," Evan said, smiling. "But what about Rey? I didn’t see him."
"Oh, Rey’s in Section B," Jas explained. "They split us up."
Evan blinked, confused. "Wait… but you’re still friends? Aren’t classmates usually in the sa section?"
Jas raised an eyebrow. "You do realize friends can exist outside your horoom, right? You’ve seen students from different classes hanging out."
"...Right," Evan mumbled, still looking a bit unconvinced.
"Anyway, when I walked in earlier, I didn’t see you," Evan said, rembering the empty seat next to him.
"Oh, I was snoozing in the back. Had to stay up all night working," Jas yawned, pointing to his lonely desk.
"Want to co sit with ? Or would you rather stay here with this grumpy dude?" he added, jerking a thumb toward Rook.
Rook's jaw twitched, but he didn’t say anything. He knew Jas wasn’t soone to ss with casually.
Evan glanced around. "Won’t your usual partner mind?"
"I sit alone anyway. Keeps the drama low."
"Alright then, I’ll join you. I don’t think I can study well with this tension," Evan whispered, packing up.
"Cool. I’ll lend you my notes till you catch up," Jas offered, handing him a neat notebook.
The two began chatting while waiting for the next teacher.
Unbeknownst to Evan, just sitting with Jas caused a ripple in the classroom.
"Hey, isn’t that the new guy? The one sitting with Jas?"
"Yeah, I thought he was so no-na nerd, but if he’s with Jas… maybe he’s rich."
"Totally. Jas only hangs with big shots. Maybe he’s a gangster's kid... or like, the secret heir of so elite family?"
And just like that, the rumors took flight—whispers fluttering from desk to desk, even leaking into other sections.
Soon after, the classroom quieted as the next period began. With Jas beside him, Evan finally managed to follow the lessons.
Then ca the most awaited ti for many students: Lunch Break.
The room buzzed with chatter as students rushed out, so heading to et friends in other sections.
"Yo Evan, let’s hit the cafeteria," Jas said, tugging him along.
"Wait, I brought my lunch," Evan said, pulling out a plain yellow cloth-wrapped box.
"Ooh, homade food, huh? Let’s eat with Rey. He should be waiting," Jas said, already walking.
At the cafeteria, they spotted Rey sitting at a table.
"Hey Jas, grab sothing quick before we—"
Rey stopped mid-sentence as the student behind Jas ca into view.
"Evan?! You found him first?!"
"Surprise," Evan smiled, taking a seat beside him.
"Man, I hope you like our school," Rey said, half-talking, half-munching.
"Yeah, Jas and I t earlier, and we figured we’d eat with you," Evan replied.
"I’ll get so food," Jas said, heading off.
"Wait, you could just share with us," Evan offered.
"Nah, I don’t do homade food," Jas called over his shoulder. "Even if I bring it, I won’t eat it."
"Hey—" Evan started, but Rey cut him off.
"Don’t bother. I’ve tried for a year. He’s stubborn like a boulder."
"But how hard can it be to—"
"Harder than you’d think."
Jas returned with two cheese sandwiches and a soft drink.
anwhile, Evan unwrapped his lunch—four golden chicken drumsticks nestled with stead veggies, a chocolate cupcake topped with chips, and a side of dipping sauce.
Jas did a double-take.
"...Okay, Evan. Level with . Which family do you belong to?"
Rey nodded. "Seriously. That looks like a luxury chef’s bento. You sure you’re not the kid from those Section A rumors? Y’know, the secret heir or gangster’s son?"
"What? No! I'm just a regular, everyday normal m—ow!"
Evan winced mid-sentence as he accidentally bit his tongue. Hard.
[System Alert: Attempting to belt out copyrighted lyrics in broad daylight? Tsk tsk. This is your first and only warning. Next ti, we’re confiscating your mic. Keep the concerts in the shower, bro.]
{A/N: You again?! I thought you died in the last chapter’s cliffhanger! Still coming back for more, huh? You tired of living?}
Heh. You think that pathetic excuse of a plot twist could kill ? Hah! Go eat dirt, author. Do you ever hear a—LEGENDS NEVER DIE! YAHHHHHHHHH— vanishes dramatically 💥
{A/N: Oh, you’re so dead. The war’s officially on. I swear this story won’t end until I erase you from existence.}
"Okay... so it was just a rumor," Rey said, leaning back. "But how did you end up in Section A? That class was already locked. Even rich kids couldn’t buy their way in."
He looked at Evan, suspicious yet curious. Deep down, Rey felt Evan’s identity was... off. Sothing about it didn’t add up.
Only ti would tell if that hunch was paranoia... or prophecy.
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