ALMOST EVERYTHING

Book 1: INTERLOPER

“If you could see into the hearts of others, could you dare to look away?"

"If you possessed everything you could ever want, would you ever be satisfied with what you have?”

CHAPTER 1

THOSE WHO ARE BLESSED

She is blessed. That’s what her life is. Either from the heavens above or from the goddess of luck herself. No matter what it is that she wanted in life, all she had to do was say the word, and it was hers. Who knew the reason why? Perhaps it is due to the natural beauty she obtained from her mother, her wealth, thanks to her father’s world-renowned business, or the fame and social status she obtained on the internet. Freya Young thought it was a combination of all those things. After all, who wouldn’t love her? She is perfect.

Freya held her head high and beckoned to her butler that was nearby.

“Herald, would you fetch me my favorite drink?” She asked

“Yes, Lady Freya. Right away.” Herald politely replied.

Herald quickly scurried off at the sound of her command. It was getting late, and she had school in the morning so she usually sent one of her servants to fetch her a glass of warm milk heated at a perfect 65 degrees. Any colder and she would complain to her father, and any warmer Freya would risk damaging her tongue. Of course, perfection needed to match perfection, so Herald quickly returned and did not disappoint. As she took a sip of the beverage, the warmth hit the back of her throat putting Freya at ease.

“Very good, Herald. Go fetch the head maid of the house and have her prepare my bed chambers, as well as a bath.” Freya ordered

“As you wish, Milady,” Herald said with a bow.

Herald made haste with the order, elegantly rushing out the door. Meanwhile, Freya sat in her comfy red chair next to a fireplace, drinking her warm milk and reading a good book she pulled from a shelf from her family's library. She couldn’t be bothered to read it, however. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy reading, it was merely the fact that she could only read something for an hour or so before she got bored of it and needed a break. Freya was the one who had her father install this library in her family’s mansion. He had it done simply because she asked for it, like most things. After a few minutes, Freya left the book on the nightstand, substituting it for her phone. She knew her maid would clean up the glass and book later. Freya made sure not to reply to any of her friends. She did this so they would want her attention even more. After reading her now-opened texts, Freya began to scroll through social media.

“I wonder what I’ll find on here,” Freya said with a mischievous tone. She spent the next hour, looking at her classmates' posts, commenting on them, either being fake with some, or outright bullying others. Only to post a “Just joking!” on the ones she disliked, but only after all her fans ravaged whomever she pointed them at. Her fans were like a loaded gun and all she had to do was point them in the direction of a person's life she wanted to make miserable that day. She never felt bad about it either. She often thought things like “They deserved it.” or “Now they’ll think twice next time.” the girls she would do this to would “fly too close to the sun”, starting to climb up the ladder of popularity merely by being around Freya. There was one girl however that Freya felt as though she could tolerate, or even call a true friend. It was her childhood friend Destiny.

Destiny was the closest thing to a childhood friend that Freya had, If childhood friends were forced to spend time together because their parents were business partners. Freya’s father came up with the ideas and provided the funds for their company Slowsoft, while Destiny’s father was the one to develop the company's projects. Slowsoft was a world-renowned software development Company with many subsidiary branches. They had the means to quite literally make or buy out any company, idea, or patent they set their minds to. It was a 98:2 ratio of ownership. Freya’s father owned the rights to the majority of the company. Still, her father considered his partner a good friend and often invited him over for dinner bringing Destiny along with him.

Despite their differences in wealth Freya and Destiny got along well growing up. At first, Freya thought of Destiny as a nuisance, who couldn’t act seriously even if her life depended on it. However, over time her opinion of Destiny changed. The reason is that she never asked Freya for anything. Even though she wasn’t poor by any standard, she didn’t have the power to ask for whatever she wanted. Everyone always wanted something from Freya. So when someone came along that just wanted to be friends with Freya and nothing more, it shook her world slightly.

Freya heard a beeping sound from her phone. She had received a text from Destiny.

Destiny: Hey! Are you excited for school tomorrow? I hear there is a new transfer student. Supposedly he’s pretty cute.

Freya stared blankly at the message sent by Destiny. It was odd to get a transfer student after spring break as most people who joined that late would fall behind from the start. She honestly didn’t care too much, she had her fair share of boys she dated in her first year of high school. She was more of a heartbreaker than anyone she knew. Dating just to entertain the thought in their head, only to crush their heart once they got too comfortable. Boys were like books to her. It’s not her fault they became boring so quickly. It didn’t help that they were not worthy of her beauty, fame, or status.

Freya: He’s probably another idiot who’s more trouble than he’s worth.

She replied. Freya thought this about most boys her age, so to get back at them for wasting her time she would just break their hearts.

Destiny: Isn’t that your opinion on all guys? If I were you I would at least be careful. Rumor has it that he’s a delinquent who got kicked out of middle school. Break his heart and he might break your legs. Haha!

A chuckle escaped Freya’s mouth, as she took Destiny’s warning to heart. It wouldn’t be the first time someone would have snapped at her. She did have an insane amount of crazed fanboys who would threaten or stalk her from time to time. However, she didn’t fret over it, since one of her father’s subsidiaries was a private security company. This was just the normal outcome of being famous. Everyone would want her. Freya messaged back some laughter and a quick goodbye as her head maid, Elise arrived through the doors.

“Your bath and room are ready for you milady.” Elise bowed and gestured towards the door. “Is there anything else you need before bed Lady Freya?”

Freya shook her head no, and got up, putting her phone in her pocket. After waiting for Elise to leave, Freya walked out into the hallway making her way toward her freshly prepared bath. It was dark with only the moonlight from the windows lighting the hall. Several doors down she could see a light peak through a door crack. She knew exactly what room that was. It was her father’s office. Freya was told never to go into that room while her father was working. He was a busy man who ran a multibillion-dollar corporation, so he couldn’t be distracted or he would fall behind in his schedule. Freya crept up to the door peeking her eye through the crack. She saw her father working on several laptops at once, with a phone on his shoulder. He was on a business call. Freya frowned as her father looked exhausted, but quickly felt a sense of pride as he was a sort of role model for her.

“You really can do anything you set your mind to,” Freya muttered as she turned away quietly, making sure she didn’t interrupt her father at work. Freya headed toward the bathroom which was a short walk away.

She stopped and looked through a hallway window staring up at the sky. Her gaze was met by the full moon when a thought came into her head. Freya couldn’t remember the last time she had spent a day with her father. On her birthdays he would visit for an hour before going back to work. Most of their conversations happened at the dinner table, as her father always made sure he had a meal with his family if he was home of course. It was enough for Freya, and she knew if he could, he would make more time for her. After a minute passed, Freya snapped back into reality and continued walking towards her room. Another two minutes passed and she arrived.

Freya took a bath and got ready for bed. She sat down on her queen-size mattress placed in the center of her room and began to brush her hair. A thought occurred in her head. She wondered how long it would take for the new transfer student to be head over heels in love with her. So far, every guy she ever met instantly fell head over heels in love with her, so he shouldn’t be an exception. She bet that because of his background as a delinquent, he would make a perfect school bodyguard. In the end, It didn’t matter too much to her how it all turned out, as she would get her way regardless. Freya looked around her large room and saw the many things she had been given, and felt as though something was missing. Perhaps she had forgotten or misplaced something. Unable to figure it out, she shrugged it off, lay in her bed, and fell asleep shortly after.

The next morning arrived and Freya was awakened by her personal handmaid. It was 5:30 AM. The school gates did not close until 7:30 AM. So, with plenty of time to spare, Freya got up. Freya’s handmaid assisted her with a multitude of things. She would get her school uniform ready and even do her makeup for her. However, Freya didn’t let anyone touch her luscious red locks of hair as she had some pride of course. This was a normal routine for her. Freya's maids helped with everything, whether that be getting outfits that Freya had personally picked out prepared for her, or cleaning the messes she made. They would even tutor her, not that it was necessary. Freya was one of the top three students in her school. She would spend most of her day after school studying to live up to her father's expectations. She tried her best to not just be a perfect student, but a perfect daughter that her dad could be proud of. After about thirty minutes of prep time, Freya was presentable enough to go downstairs and have breakfast with her family.

Freya lived upstairs in their large mansion. They had a built-in elevator she would use in the morning so she wouldn’t build up any sweat on their large spiral staircase. She used the elevator and went down to the base floor, then she went to their family dining room. Awaiting her in the room where her family's large table stretched across the regal floor, was her mother Marine, and her head maid Elise standing at her side. Marine was gorgeous, nearly as pretty as Freya herself, but not quite. She had red auburn hair with luscious red lips and a blue hue to her eyes. Freya and her mother got along well as they would often chat about all the things that would happen in Freya’s life during the week. It was almost as if her mother was living vicariously through her, re-experiencing her youth.

“Hello dear, you look absolutely lovely this morning. How is your homework going?” Marine asked.

“Good, I just finished it last night. Will Father be joining us this morning?” She asked as she took a seat across from her mother.

“I’m afraid not. He left late last night on a flight. He had another meeting to attend overseas.” Freya was a little disappointed but didn’t let her face show it. This was usually how most mornings turned out. Her father usually could only make it to dinner, so Freya foresaw this outcome as it was the norm.

“I see. Mother, isn’t it a little early to be drinking wine? Don’t you have a fashion meeting this morning?” Freya mentioned, as her mother was taking a sip of wine out of a crystal-cut glass.

“Well, whatever do you mean?” Marine choked on her words. This didn’t happen too frequently, but whenever Freya’s father was out of the house, she would occasionally open a bottle of wine, indulging in alcohol early in the morning. “This is how I get through long days. Be sure not to take after your mother dear. Also, have you thought about what you wanted for your upcoming birthday? Your father was asking. I told him you were going to have a party. He planned on stopping by.” Freya has had a birthday party every year since she began attending Gilford Academy. Her mother suggested it would be a good idea to boost her popularity. So, they rented out the high-class restaurant Fiore Gemello. A five-star Italian restaurant, and only invited people she wanted to show off to. With one exception of course.

“A party would be fine, Mother. Elise, have someone send an invitation to Destiny. I would like her to be there.” Freya answered.

“Very well, Lady Freya.” Elise leaned forward with a bow. Freya waited until her Mother took another sip of her wine and asked a question she had on her mind for some time.

“Mother, what would you think if I brought a boy over to our house?” Marine spit out her drink from the shock of the question. It wasn’t uncommon for Freya to have a new boyfriend each week, but she never introduced them to her family as she broke up soon after they got together.

“What has brought this up? I thought you found the boys at your school unworthy?” Marine replied after wiping the wine off her lips.

“I do. They are all a bunch of sheep drawn to their shepherd. It would probably kill them if they thought for themselves. I was just curious about your thoughts on the matter. However, supposedly a new transfer student is starting at our school as of today. Destiny said he was pretty cute from what she had heard. I was thinking about making him my new dog. Though, I hear he’s a bad boy.” Freya said jokingly.

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“You know, your father was a bit of a bad boy too back in our youth. I’ll hire a personal guard to be on watch, just in case, and have him conduct a background check on this boy. Although, this transfer student shouldn’t be too rough around the edges. Gilford High School isn’t exactly an easy school to get into. However, I suppose he could just be another charity case.” Marine said with a laugh.

“Very Well. Having some protection nearby wouldn’t hurt.” Freya agreed. Marine was technically right about it. They wouldn’t take in just anybody. Gilford High School was a prestigious private school with an acceptance rate of only thirty percent. To get in, you needed exceptional grades or a lot of money. Since Freya had never heard of this boy, she assumed he must be fairly smart, as the majority of other families got in because of their wealth. She knew most of the family names of the boys at her school, as they lived in the area nearby. In her opinion, most of them were outright idiots who shouldn’t be allowed to breathe the same air as her.

“You’re right, I must keep my little angel safe. Elise, have Officer Templeton be assigned to the high school for today. He should be off duty today. Have him keep an eye on the new student as well as conduct an extensive background check.” Marine commanded while looking towards Elise.

“As you wish, Lady Prismarine (Priss-Mah-Reen).” Elise bowed once again and then rang a bell. Immediately after the chime was made, four maids entered the dining room and took Elise’s place. Freya and Marine finished up the gossip as it was beginning to get late and Marine had to leave soon. They both finished their breakfast, said their goodbyes, and then went their separate ways for the day. It was 6:20 AM. Freya had some downtime to spend. So, Freya used the rest of her morning free time streaming a video of her for her followers to enjoy. She would entertain them with stories of grandeur and wealth. Showing off how nice of a home she had. In just a few years Freya had amassed over two million followers on several social media sites she used. Her growth of popularity had yet to slow down. After thirty minutes passed, Freya said her goodbyes to her fans and walked toward her front door. Before she left home, she was given a pre-made lunch by one of her maids. It was slotted into the pink and black custom-made leather backpack she had. Freya often switched out what she wore to what was trending at the time. Right now that trend is cat backpacks and pink ribbons.

“You look absolutely wonderful this morning Lady Freya.” said the maid that gave Freya her lunch. This maid's name was Lily. Lily had platinum blonde silk-like hair that appeared almost white at first glance. She had a black and white French maid uniform on and was around the same age as Freya. Lily was a high schooler like Freya, though for whatever reason she worked for her family as her handmaid since Freya was eight years old. Lily was usually the one to clean up after Freya whenever she made a mess. She was also the one who helped Freya get ready in the morning. Although Freya didn’t know it, Lily’s opinion of her was ill-willed. She often secretly wished for misfortune to fall upon Freya for leaving messes behind everywhere she went. Despite all her hard work, Lily never got a break.

“Thank you, Lily,” Freya replied. Though Lily was stating the obvious. Freya was gorgeous. She was often included in many of her mother’s fashion shoots. Her mother liked to bring her along as people would tell Marine that the two looked like sisters. It was untrue, however. Though she had her mother's auburn hair and aquamarine blue eyes, as well as her slender figure. She had one thing her mother did not. Youth. She thought of herself as a future bride that men would only dream of. Men from her father's neighboring rival companies would often suggest marriage to unionize their businesses between the companies' children. Most thought it a great idea, as her beauty might boost company ratings. However, Freya’s father always declined as he did not see any man fit for his daughter. He would then sever any ties with those companies for having the audacity to ask such a thing.

Lily bowed as Freya stepped outside. Parked on the side of the road waiting for her was Herald. He was in a white limousine, with blue-tinted windows. Herald was Freya’s designated driver, who took her to school daily. Once Herald saw Freya exit the mansion, he stepped out of the vehicle, took Freya’s backpack, and opened the back door for her. Freya got inside and sat down on a cooled black leather seat and strapped her safety belt on. Meanwhile, Herald took her bag and placed it in the trunk of the vehicle. He then proceeded into the driver’s seat and began his daily route toward Gilford High School. Freya’s home was approximately twenty minutes from the school. During the ride, she would play on her phone without a care in the world. Everything was going smoothly until the sound of rubber tires clashing with the concrete road, accompanied by the honking of car horns was heard up ahead at a stop light. Herald stomped on his brakes causing Freya to jerk forward only to be caught on her safety belt, making her phone fly out of her hand.

“Hey! Are you crazy? Get off the road maniac!” An angry driver a few cars ahead of them, up by the crosswalk screamed. Freya picked up her phone off the floor and dusted it off. Afterward, she looked up at all the commotion only to see a boy on the ground. He was laying down at the end of the sidewalk by the stoplight pole.

“He is pretty bruised up,” she thought. He had curly black hair and wore glasses, though it looked like his glasses may have broken from the predicament. What surprised her was what the boy was wearing. It was the Gilford High School uniform. Their school had the boys wear a black dress shirt, red ascot, and white undershirt, accompanied by black and white checkered pants, a black leather belt, and black dress shoes. The girls wore a black cardigan, red bow, white undershirt, and a black skirt, with black flats for dress shoes. Freya was surprised again after seeing what the boy was holding in his arms. It was a cat. A kitten to be exact as the animal barely looked six months old. The boy got up and dusted himself off, while holding on to the cat in one arm, and then began to check if the feline had any injuries.

“Are you okay Lady Freya?” Herald questioned with concern, as he rolled down the window that separated the two.

“Yes, I am quite all right. Thank you.” Freya answered without glancing at Herald, as she was too busy captivated by the boy. The boy politely bowed towards the angry driver, apologizing profusely numerous times. The driver seemed less upset after he saw what the boy was holding. He scolded the boy and then continued, trying not to hold traffic. Once traffic began to move, Herald joined in and continued to drive Freya to school. When the limousine passed the boy, he turned and looked at it. Freya knew he couldn’t see her, as their windows were made with a reflective tint, somewhat like a one-way mirror or sunglasses. However the boy must have seen himself in the mirror, as he looked upset he dirtied his school uniform and broke his glasses. That pout quickly switched to a smile as he held the uninjured cat he rescued up in the air. At that point, Freya lost sight of the boy. She couldn’t help but think about him during the rest of the ride up. She wondered if he was the new transfer student that started at her school today, as she didn’t recognize him. She hoped that if he was, the two would share the same classes, so she could make him her new boyfriend. She couldn’t possibly understand why he would risk his life for some stray, but she admired his bravery and hoped to meet him. If he would risk his life for a cat, she could only imagine the undying loyalty someone like him would devote to her.

Some time passed and Freya arrived at Gilford Academy. It was a private school that had different buildings depending on what grade you were in. Since Freya was in tenth grade, she went to Gilford High School. The building’s color was a bright white, that almost glistened with the reflection of the morning sun. Herald parked the limousine, opened the trunk of the vehicle, retrieved Freya’s bags, and then opened the door for her. After she got out he handed Freya her bag and wished her a good day taking off shortly after. Students were flowing into the school's entrance, but many of them stopped in awe of Freya and her luxurious ride. She pretended not to notice, flipped her hair, and began walking past the gate guard. It was Officer Templeton, the police officer that her mother requested to be on guard duty today. Templeton was part of a police department but also helped Freya’s father as a private investigator. He often was requested to guard Freya in many events, due to him being overprotective. When the two met eyes, Freya nodded, and Templeton nodded back.

“Be Careful today Ms. Freya. I conducted a background check on the new transfer student. His name is Reighley Summers (Ray-Lee Sum-Mers) and he has a criminal record for assault. Just say the word and I’ll have the kid thrown in the slammer.” Templeton said, giving Freya a thumbs up.

“He shouldn’t be anything I can’t handle,” Freya replied jokingly while making sure to keep a mental note of the boy's name. “Reighley, huh?” she whispered curiously. With all eyes on her, Freya began to walk into school, only to be interrupted by a voice behind her that she recognized. She looked back with a smile. Waving at her with a cheery demeanor, was Destiny. Freya stopped and waited for her friend to catch up with her before the two continued into the school together.

“You had a pretty nice livestream this morning, those boys were all over you,” Destiny mentioned.

“Thanks, It helps that you moderate it. I wouldn’t be able to handle all the creeps by myself.” Freya replied. Destiny watched Freya’s live streams and managed her websites. Even though she could have hired a professional to do that, Freya didn’t mind. Destiny enjoyed that sort of thing. Plus, it was Freya’s idea to let her help. It was her way of saying thanks for being her friend for all these years.

“Make sure you keep your eyes peeled. He’s here. I can smell it.” Destiny squinted her eyes and glanced around the halls, sniffing the air.

“What are you talking about?” Freya decided to play dumb, she knew that Destiny was talking about Reighley, but decided not to interrupt her little game.

“It smells like a criminal.” Destiny boasted. “My crime sniffer never lies.”

“Crime sniffer?” Freya couldn’t help but laugh. “I better be sure not to commit any crimes near you then, I don’t think I could avoid your sleuthing skills.” The two laughed and carried onward to their class.

Freya asked her father to make arrangements so Destiny and she would have the same classes together. Since Freya’s father was a heavy financial supporter of the school, they said yes. The two walked and talked more while heading to class. Freya told Destiny all about the boy she saw and the cat he saved. Shortly after the two arrived at room 2-B. They started their day with a History class. While walking through the halls Freya felt many gazes on her as she passed. That feeling didn’t change when she arrived in her classroom either. When she walked inside she felt eyes lock onto her, as people began to whisper things about her. She gracefully walked towards her desk, batting an eye at the boys that stared at her. Infatuated was the word she would use to describe their reaction. Once she sat down, Destiny joined her as her desk was right in front of Freya’s. The two pulled out their history books and prepared for the start of class.

8:00 AM came quickly and all the students in the classroom rushed towards their seats when the school bell rang. Everyone took their seats, but there was one empty desk remaining. It was just left of Freya, by the window. She saw it and couldn’t help but hope it was Reighley’s new desk. Freya’s thoughts were shortened as the class history teacher Mr. Rugborn walked in through the door. He walked in towards his podium and pulled out a piece of white chalk.

“Good morning class.” He greeted as he began to write a name on the blackboard behind him. “I’m sure some of you are aware, but we have a new transfer student coming to join our school starting today.” He finished writing and turned to reveal the name Reighley Summers on the board. Freya’s heart began to race as the entire class was filled with excitement and chatter until interrupted by Mr. Rugborn. “Settle down class. Let's make sure to welcome Mr. Summers to our class. Reighley, you may come in now.” At his command, the door opened, and through came a boy in a tattered school uniform. “Come introduce yourself.” Mr. Rugborn leaned in and whispered something into Reighley’s ear, and was only given a nod in response.

“Hello, I am Reighley Summers. Thanks for having me.” Reighley bowed politely.

“Your desk is over there in the far back over by Ms. Young.” Mr. Rugborn pointed toward the desk right next to Freya. After a brief pause, Reighley walked over to his new desk and sat down. The classroom began to whisper about his appearance, some wondered why his clothes were so dirty, while others made jokes about being careful not to anger him. Freya however, couldn’t keep her eyes off him. As he walked over to his desk, finally their eyes met and she couldn’t have been happier by the outcome. Once any man would take a single look into her eyes, they would be lost to her charms. She had him right where she wanted him. It was perfect, she thought. There was no way he couldn’t fall for her now. All she had to do was have him bask in her beauty and he would be wrapped around her finger. Freya heard a girl to the right of her mention that he was cute looking and quickly gave the girl a death glare, squashing any hope the girl may have. She also noticed that Reighley was starting to get envious stares at him, just for being lucky enough to sit by her. She waved over at the boys to cool their daggers for eyes and was successful. When class began, Freya began to take notes from class making sure not to miss anything. However, whenever the opportunity arose, she would look over at Reighley. He didn’t look back a single time after their first initial glance, but that didn’t matter to her. He must have been nervous after all, having the prettiest girl in school give him attention out of nowhere would make anyone freak out.

Time flew by for Freya, and before she knew it, history class was over and Mr. Rugborn left the classroom for the next teacher to switch with him. After the bell rang, many of the students got up and rushed over toward Freya and Reighley, surrounding the two.

“Do you two know each other?” a student asked.

“Yeah! Freya was looking at you the entire time during class!” said another.

“No… I’ve never met her before. I’m actually new to the area, so I don't know just about anyone here.” Reighley perked up to the accusations with a quick response. Freya couldn’t help but smile at him.

“Say, Reighley was it? I am Freya Young.” She pretended that she didn’t already know his name and leaned toward him on her desk, giving him a mischievous look. “How about I give you a tour of the school grounds once our classes are over? It would be just the two of us.” The crowd gasped. Her plan was simple. She would spend the rest of the day with Reighley, and after she finished showing him around she would ask him out.

“Thanks, but no,” Reighley responded. “I should be fine on my own.” Some gasps from the crowd turned into shouts, as a small uproar began from his response. It was loud enough that some people began crowding in from other classes. Freya was shocked but didn’t give up right then and there. She thought that he must not want to bother a beauty like herself. So, Freya decided to be a bit more bold and upfront with what she wanted.

“Well, aren’t you shy? How about you come over to my private library and I help you get caught up with all the subjects you're behind on?” She was asking him out in front of the entire class, and then some. Several girls behind Freya became lightheaded after her offer, and many of the guys were filled with a passionate rage of envy. They wished they were in his shoes. Several people at the school would kill for some alone time with her. It was an offer of a lifetime.

“I’ll have to pass. Sorry.” Reighley turned her down politely. There was an awkward silence, and Freya was dumbfounded. No one had ever told her no. Not a day in her life passed that she didn’t get exactly what she wanted, so it didn’t make any sense. How could he turn her down when she was the perfect woman? Freya turned a bright red from sheer embarrassment and stood up from her desk.

“I must need my ears checked because it sounded like you turned down my offer,” Freya spoke in an upset tone. She proceeded to walk over to Reighley’s desk just a few steps away. “I would like to make you my boyfriend.” She guessed she must not have been clear enough. With her face still red as a tomato, Freya leaned over, placing her hand on his desk. “So, what do you say?”

“I’m good, thanks. Besides, I don’t even know you and something tells me that if I did say yes, you would just dump me the week after.” The crowd looked displeased by the answer.

Freya’s whole world turned upside down all at once. Her head began to spin. Not only did he turn her down three times in a row, but he also saw right through her plan and her intentions. Completely out of options, Freya stormed out of the classroom after grabbing Destiny by the hand.

“This isn’t over!” She said, Dragging her friend out of her desk, she slammed the glass door behind her and stomped away.