Chapter 44
Chapter 44:
“Wait… did she just sit next to Jason p>
“And she put her bag on his desk? Is she nuts p>
Before the murmurs could fully spread, the classroom door…
The door opened again, and a tall, striking young man walked in. His tousled light brown hair and sharp features caught the light, his every movement exuding an effortless, rebellious charm.
“Jason’s here p>
“He looks even better today,” another whispered dreamily.
“Better steer clear—this is about to get interesting p>
Jason Seymour’s easygoing demeanor shifted the moment his gaze landed on Yelena. His brow furrowed as his sharp eyes took in the sight of her next to his seat. “Who gave you permission to sit there?” he demanded, his voice cold and clipped. “Move p>
Yelena, entirely unbothered, continued organizing the drawer of her desk. After a brief pause, she lifted her head, her eyes meeting his with steady defiance. Her tone was calm but carried an undeniable edge. “Did you put your name on the desk or chair p>
Jason was momentarily caught off guard. He hadn’t expected his new seatmate to look this striking. His eyes lingered for a moment longer than he intended, drawn to her refreshingly pure demeanor with a subtle edge of coldness.
Instead of reacting with the annoyance everyone anticipated, Jason scratched his head and sat down in the chair next to her. The classroom fell into a stunned silence.
“Is Jason actually okay with this? Looks like even he simply can’t resist Yelena’s beauty p>
𝕄𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕦𝕡𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕟
“Yelena is fearless—so cool and composed p>
Bella’s heart skipped a beat, unease creeping in. Why was Jason being so easygoing about this?
“Jason, I’m sorry. My sister is new here. She didn’t know your rules,” Bella said, her tone full of fake concern.
Jason shot her a sharp glare, his irritation evident. “Stop yapping,” he said bluntly, cutting her off without a second thought.
Bella’s face flushed red, the sting of his words leaving her momentarily frozen.
Just then, the door opened, and Flora strode into the classroom with a textbook in hand. The students scrambled to their seats as her commanding presence silenced any lingering conversations.
She moved to the podium, her gaze sweeping across the room with an air of authority. “You’re here to study, not to slack off,” she began, her tone firm and unforgiving. “Many start slacking as soon as they get into college, but let me be clear—poor grades mean no graduation. I don’t care who you are or what strings you pulled to get here p>
Her eyes briefly landed on Yelena, her meaning unmistakable. “Fail the test next month, and you’re out of the honors class. No exceptions p>
The weight of her words lingered in the room, and the students instinctively turned to Yelena, expecting a reaction.
Yelena, however, remained calm, her expression unreadable. She sat with a relaxed demeanor, as if Flora’s warning was irrelevant to her.
Bella, on the other hand, couldn’t hide her glee. There was no way Yelena would pass the test. It was only a matter of time before she would be gone.