Not long after, Evelyn and Annabelle reached Class A. They exchanged a quick farewell, a little playful shove, and a knowing look—best friend telepathy at its finest. Annabelle let out a long, dramatic sigh, dragging a hand down her face like she had just climbed a fucking mountain. Then, standing there outside Class A, she threw up her hands.
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She exhaled, shaking off the rare moment of actual sentimentality before turning to her best friend with a smirk. "Aight, go do your smart people shit. See you later."
Evelyn snorted, bumping Annabelle’s shoulder before stepping into Class A. Annabelle peeled off toward Class B, still grinning like she had just cheated death and won a million dollars in the same day Stay tuned to freewebnovel
"I finally fucking did it." She’d finally done it.
A slow exhale left her lips, followed by a smirk. Hell yeah. It was over. The deal was sealed. Not in some manipulative, I-outsmarted-my-best-friend kind of way—nah, she wasn’t that kind of bitch. If anything, she loved Evelyn more than she loved her own father, and that was saying something. This wasn’t about deception; it was about lifting a weight off Evelyn’s shoulders.
About giving her a break from carrying that damn burden alone.
Annabelle rolled her shoulders, flexing her fingers. "I got you, Evie," she muttered under her breath. "Always."
Meanwhile, inside Class A, Evelyn entered with a smile—soft but real, the kind that made people exhale without even realizing they were holding their breath.
The classroom, mid-lesson, seemed to lighten as if her presence alone carried some unspoken relief. Like someone had hit a cosmic reset button. Every dead-eyed, sleep-deprived student perked up—even if just slightly. The usual classroom drag lifted. The unspoken morning doom cracked, like the weight of existence had temporarily lightened just by her showing up.
The teacher caught sight of her and, instead of the usual stern nod or distracted wave, his expression shifted to something damn near affectionate.
"Ah, Evelyn." His voice was noticeably warmer, like he was addressing someone special. "Go ahead and take your seat."
Evelyn nodded, flashing him a small smile, and then—
Something flickered across her face, so fast that no one caught it. A split-second hesitation, a tiny disruption in the air, like a wire snapping into place inside her head. She shook it off before anyone could notice, but inside, her senses were firing on all cylinders.
Something was off.
Her fingers tightened slightly at her side. Then, just as quickly as the moment had come, she smoothed it over, sliding into her seat, she pulled out her phone and tapped out a message in their group chat. It wasn’t actually a big group just sba shared one of them three but its nevertheless a group chat, right?
Evelyn: {Someone just sneaked into my class.} She hit send, then added another text before either of them could reply, {And they’re good.} This was their responsibility to take care of.
Unless it’s someone they knew—and they pretty much knew every one with superpowers in the school— this new person was not someone they knew or had been informed about.
Annabelle, halfway into her own class, glanced at her phone and frowned. Maya probably had read the message too, but Evelyn wasn’t expecting either of them to freak out.
Superpowered students weren’t exactly a rare breed around here. Hell, the school was crawling with them. But this? This was different. Someone who could slip in unnoticed? Someone who could mask themselves so well that even she, an Origin descendant, couldn’t track them? That wasn’t just unusual.
Who could dodge that kind of detection, clean as hell, without leaving a single trace?
Yeah. That wasn’t normal. That was alarming.
Even the Olympians at this school—the demigods, the champions of ancient legends—couldn’t pull that off. Not without effort.
Evelyn stared straight ahead, schooling her features into calm neutrality. But deep inside, her mind was already sharpening into a blade. Whoever had just walked into her classroom unnoticed, whoever thought they could play ghost in her space—
They were about to find out exactly who they were messing with.
Evelyn’s phone buzzed almost immediately.
Annabelle: {If they’re as strong as us, or stronger, they broke a rule.} Of course Annabelle had to reply first, apparently she was the most available.
Evelyn exhaled through her nose, fingers hovering over the screen before she started typing.
Evelyn: {If someone this powerful was entering our territory, we should’ve been informed. No warnings, no alerts. Which means someone is here illegally.}
She hesitated, thinking. This wasn’t just about some random strong-ass presence waltzing in unannounced—whoever it was had a target. Evelyn was sure of it. They weren’t just passing through. They were here for someone. In this class.
Someone rogue who thought could waltz here take whoever they wanted and walk away with it. Whoever they’re...
Her phone vibrated again.
Annabelle: {You want me to tell Vivian? Or we handling this first?}
Evelyn’s lips pressed into a thin line, her fingers tightening slightly around her phone. If that monster showed up, it’d be over in seconds—easy cleanup, no hassle. But if this was some low-tier shit that the three of them could handle, and they disturbed Vivian for no reason?
Yeah. She did not wanna be on the receiving end of that.
Evelyn: {No. We’ll investigate first.}
Annabelle didn’t argue. She knew why Evelyn made that call. Vivian wasn’t the type you just bothered with maybe-shit. If they weren’t 1000% sure this was serious, she’d make them wish they were the ones who got hunted instead.
Annabelle’s next text was quick.
Annabelle: {Lunch break then? We hunt?}
Evelyn: {Yeah.} And that should’ve been it. Case closed. But Annabelle? Of course, she had one more thing to say.
Annabelle: {But hold up—why the fuck are you the one making the call? Where the hell is Maya? Ain’t she supposed to be our almighty leader? What’s she doing right now that’s more important than this??}
Evelyn blinked. Shit. She hadn’t even thought about that.
Where was Maya?
Why wasn’t she responding? Her gaze flicked to her phone again, waiting for any sign of life from their so-called leader. But nothing came. And neither of them knew that, right now, somewhere else, Maya wasn’t thinking about any of this.
Maya was never the type to slack on her role. If there was a decision to be made, she made it. If there was a threat, she was the first to handle it. No hesitation, no second-guessing. That’s just who she was.
She didn’t ignore texts. She didn’t delay decisions. She didn’t let shit pile up for others to handle. That wasn’t just responsibility—it was who she was built to be. The one who led—born to lead. The one who protected. The one who handled everything so no one else had to.
And yet—right now?
Right now, she hadn’t even glanced at her phone. Hadn’t checked in. Hadn’t responded.
For the first time, Maya wasn’t leading.
Because, for the first time—she didn’t want to.
Because, for the first time ever—
Someone wasn’t pushing her away.