Chapter 4

"Ruining such a precious moment," Kio muttered to himself.

Zita pulled away and "Okay, breaks over. I got to go to the principal's office right now. I'm taking the umbrella. Put on the sunscreen I gave you this morning before you go to class or else you'll get burned." she said as she walked away quickly with pink cheeks.

"Hey Zita, the old man said to hide the necklace!." He said as Zita faded into the distance. She didn't hear what he said but continued since she presumed it wasn't that important.

Kio chuckled. "She blushed, it was so cute," he said.

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Zita was in Ms. Berkley's office walking with her head up. 'When duty calls, a responsible Student body president always answers.' she said to herself as she headed up the stairs and knocked on the door gently.

Ms. Berkley permitted her entry and she stood motivated to receive an assignment. "Good Afternoon Ms. Berkley. What seems to be the problem?"

Ms. Berkley was at her desk leaning on it as she looked out the window with her back facing Zita. As usual, the forty-year-old woman looked to be in her early twenties. She was voluptuous with beautiful skin and dark blonde hair. She was bespectacled with bright green eyes. She seemed always to wear deep red lipstick.

Today, her hair was protected by a classy patterned scarf.

"I assume you're familiar with your duties as student body president. We have unexpected students joining mid-semester. They claim to be from the Southern kingdom so please show them around the school and pass them through the school rules and regulations. " she turned to look at Zita.

Her eyes glanced at her necklace for a split second.

"Yes, Ms. Berkley," Zita replied. "You're dismissed. They are in the waiting room." Ms. Berkley concluded with a smile.

Zitarah left and shut the door. Immediately she left, Ms. Berkley's kind smile turned into a malicious one. "I finally found what I've been looking for," she said with a smirk as her pupils turned vertical for a split second.

Zita walked into the waiting room and saw them seated together.

The girl had waist-long light brown hair and unnaturally striking green eyes with tan skin. The male had midnight black hair grey eyes and very pale skin.

Generally, both of them had out of Gaia beauty.

The strangest thing to Zitarah is that they didn't find her hair or eye color repulsive like most people who see her at first.

'There's something strange about them.' Zita thought to herself before speaking to them.

"Good afternoon students, my name is Zitarah Reeves, and I'm the student body president of Berkley Academy. What would your name be?"

"I am Erina Deveon." Said the girl.

"Leighton Deveon." Said the boy.

They offered hands for her to shake and she did but hesitantly.

As Erina shook Zitarah's hand, she couldn't help but d the dirt her eyes to the necklace that hung on her chest.

Leighton shook Zitarah's hand and then bent to kiss the back of it which made Zitarah cringe and pull her hand away from him.

"Okay, I would not recommend doing that to whoever you meet Mr. Deveon." She said trying to hide the miniature displeasure in her voice as she rubbed the spot he kissed on her jacket.

"No problem Ms. Reeves but I must say, you are absolutely gorgeous."

'Is he retarded or just overly flirtatious?' Zitarah thought and huffed awkwardly.

"Mr. Deveon, I'm in a committed relationship at the moment."

"It's no surprise." He smirked and Zita chose to ignore it and gesture for them to follow behind her.

As she walked, she read through their papers. They were apparently assigned to class E. Their interview papers got full marks!?

She looked at them and the papers with shock evident in her features.

She composed herself and began the tour.

She showed them around the school botanical gardens, senior block, sophomore, dormitories, basketball and football courts, and clubs block among other places in the school.

By the end of the tour, it was already lunch time so she led them to the class E cafeteria and decided to have lunch there.

She sat at a table opposite Erina and Leighton. A glass of juice and a piece of chicken pie sat on the plate in front of her. Erina and Leighton didn't utter a word the whole time and she found it surprising that Leighton had table etiquette.

Zita felt a presence behind her and looked back only to meet eyes with Hiro Yoshifumi.

Hiro Yosifumi-

1. Former retired student body president.

2. Great Athlete.

3. Air to Yoshifumi Electronics.

4. Zitarah's nemesis

5. Another reason why Zitarah does not use the Class E cafeteria.

6. Zitarah's class neighbor to the left.

"Hello child, hasn't it been a while?" he smirked as he placed his hand on the back of Zita's seat.

"Hello Mr. Yoshifumi. Good day, isn't it? Would you mind, I'm having lunch with two lovely new students." Zita said between gritted teeth as she fake-smiled.

Hiro looked at the two new students who watched the mundane fight between them.

"I see, are you going to make them your lovers as well?" he said and Zita snapped but decided to hold in her anger.

"Mr. Yoshifumi, I don't feel like having a pointless argument right now so please lead yourself to your seat." She said calmly and Hiro waved her off and then left.

"Don't mind him, he's just a cocky son of an ibex." She said to Erina and Leighton who were both staring at her.

They gave themselves a look then a nod and smiled after.

Shortly after, they were led to their respective class which was class 2

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Classes ended and Leighton was looking at the notice board in the halls. A particular announcement caught his attention so he ripped it off and pocketed it.

Not fast enough for the Academic prefect to miss it.

"Hey, that's not allowed! Return that paper at once!" she said from the other end of the hall as she speed-walked towards him.

He sighed then turned and immediately the Academic prefect saw his face, a blush formed on her cheeks.

"Good Afternoon, Miss. I apologize for I did not know this was forbidden. I arrived at this school today morning you see." He picked up her hand and kissed the back of it then her heartbeat accelerated and she started to stutter.

"It's o..ok. You're new here so it's no big deal, just don't do it again okay?" Lance looked at the tag pinned to her chest that read Academic prefect that decided to use this as his chance.

"Miss, may I ask what your name is." He said as he walked with and she started to twirl her hair around her finger.

"Um... Je…Jessica Stanford."

"I see, such a beautiful name indeed." He complimented her and didn't make eye contact, which only made her more flustered.

"Jessica, may I ask for a favor to do with the upcoming Class E science fair?"