"Are you really okay?" John Sinclair watched her uneasily, questioning.
"Yeah."
Claire Green nodded, pulled up her hoodie, and lay on the desk, closing her eyes to sleep.
The large hood covered her entire face.
"Olivia is asleep again," Sebastian Winn whispered.
The group instantly fell silent, their words stuck in their throats.
This nap was restless for Claire. Her brows were furrowed, forehead beaded with cold sweat.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes, tugged at the hood to veil her emotions.
"Olivia, where are you going?"
"The bathroom," Claire's voice was somewhat hoarse, and she quickly left the classroom.
The bathroom was empty at this time.
"Whoosh—"
Claire lifted her face from the water, looking at herself in the mirror, her eyes somber, yet something stirred beneath them.
Irritated, she took out a cigarette, leaned against the wall, taking drag after drag.
The smoke slowly rose, and the whole bathroom was filled with the scent of cigarettes in an instant.
Ever since she came into this body, she hadn't dreamed of past events.
Before reincarnation, she was the heir to the Green Estate, exceptionally gifted from a young age, learning everything fast, smarter than peers. Gradually, the way people looked at her changed.
She still remembered the look of fear in their eyes.
Later, she was sent to a lab for research, the first time she found human hearts so laughable.
She figured out a way to destroy the lab, and also brought down the Green Estate, nesting daily with an old man.
The old man always asked why she wouldn't return home; truth was, there was no home.
Then she made many achievements, but the last experiment went wrong, accidentally blowing herself up.
Recalling this, Claire sneered.
Olivia Song came in and was surprised by the scene. Since when did she smoke?
Hearing footsteps, Claire lifted her eyelids, saw who it was, and uninterested, lowered her eyes.
"Claire, what are you doing here?" Olivia demanded.
"What else do you do in a bathroom? Don't tell me you come here to eat...crap," Claire slowly approached, whispering in her ear deliberately.
"You..."
Olivia glanced around, seeing no one, slapped her.
Claire didn't dodge, caught her hand, "Why do you always resort to violence?"
"Claire, you're just a dog my family picked up. What right do you have to be at the same school as me?" Olivia's face no longer gentle, full of hatred for the person before her.
She should have ruined her face earlier.
"Your family, what are they?" Claire's icy eyes were terrifyingly rebellious.
A chill ran up Olivia's spine.
"I have limited patience, don't come near me again, got it?" Claire slapped her face lightly, voice low, exuding a menacing aura.
Having said this, Claire tossed the cigarette into the sink and walked out.
...
"Why isn't Olivia back yet?" Isabella Xyler laid on the desk, eyes glued to the doorway.
John Sinclair's hand shook, the screen went black and white, containing his urge to hit something, he scoffed, "You've asked ten times already, why don't you go find her."
Since she left, every minute she asked again.
Who finishes in the bathroom in a second?
"You think I don't want to? If I didn't feel Olivia was in a bad mood, I'd surely have gone looking for her already," Isabella gave an 'you-don't-get-it' look, annoyed.
"Was Olivia in a bad mood?" Sebastian mumbled through potato chips.
He thought seriously, didn't find anything wrong.
Isabella smiled, "Women's intuition, understand?"
John propped his chin on his hand, mischievously tugged her hair, "Don't really understand."
Head suddenly hurt, Isabella reached to grab his head, wanting him to feel it too.
While they bickered, Claire leisurely returned to the classroom.
"Your rapport is growing quickly," Claire stood lazily, a playful smile flashed.
Hearing the voice, Isabella turned around, looked at her obediently.
John awkwardly scratched his hair, eyes evasive, smiled awkwardly, "Olivia, why were you gone so long?"
Claire sat down, resting her pale hand on her face, twirling a pen absentmindedly, "Mm, smoked a cigarette too."
No wonder there's a smoke scent.
Seems Isabella was right, Olivia's in a bad mood, even smoked today, how angry is she?
John realized, then looked aggrieved, "Olivia smoked without me."
"Bring you, my foot," Isabella slapped the back of his head, face slightly cold.
The slap caught John off guard, he rubbed the spot, "Isabella, are you crazy?"
Isabella didn't feel anything wrong, "You're the one crazy, Olivia went to the girls' bathroom, you want to go too?"
Watching them bicker, Claire felt her mood lighten, school life didn't seem so boring.
"Olivia, here," Sebastian dug a handful of candy from his drawer, placed them on Claire's desk.
Claire picked one up, tossed it into her mouth, the sweetness quickly spreading.
"Where did you get candy, fatty?" John looked at him questioningly.
Sebastian chuckled, "Just bought it today."
Since knowing Claire liked sweets, his backpack always carried fresh candies daily.
It's his devotion as a fan.
John suddenly felt betrayed, promised to be loyal fans together, yet you're secretly building favor!
...
The class bell rang, Grace Carter carrying a lesson plan and a stack of papers onto the podium, "These are the test papers from last time, class rep, help distribute them."
When the papers were handed out, Grace looked around sternly, "You're in your senior year now, a critical time, I hope you focus all your energy on studying."
John looked at his paper with the glaring red sixty, grinning.
Much better than last time.
"Hey, John, what's your score?" Sebastian glanced at the podium, asked cautiously.
John: "Sixty, pretty good, right?"
Hearing the score, Sebastian's eyes widened, "Did you secretly study?"
Isabella listening to their conversation, twitched, were these two sure they're smart?
"Olivia, what did you score?"
Claire saw the zero on the paper, her eyes lifted arrogantly.
Seeing her silent, Isabella peeked, falling silent at the score.
How could this happen, picking all B's would score something, right?
Noticing her confusion, Sebastian softly said, "Did you notice this paper wasn't written on at all?"
No writing, Isabella examined, good heavens, truly blank.
"Why didn't you write?"
"Because Olivia was asleep the whole time."
Amazing, the demeanor of a true boss.