Unville High was the biggest and most prestigious school in the entire town of Unville. Known as the number one high school in the region, it stretched across massive grounds with modern buildings, advanced laboratories, elite sports fields, and grand hallways filled with ambitious students. Classes started at exactly 7:00 in the morning and ended at 5:00 in the afternoon. The days were long, demanding, and competitive. Every student in town dreamed of studying there. It wasn’t just a school. It was the school. Inside Year 12B, students were settling into their seats when the homeroom teacher entered the room. The chatter slowly faded.

Whispers immediately spread across the room. A transfer student? In Year 12? That was rare. The door opened. And he walked in. Tall. Calm. Effortless. The room fell completely silent. A few girls froze mid-whisper. Some boys straightened up automatically. He didn’t look nervous. He didn’t look impressed. He just looked… composed.

His voice was steady and low. Simple introduction. Nothing more. But the attention in the room shifted instantly. You could feel it. He didn’t like it. His jaw tightened slightly as whispers grew louder. He hated attention. Always had. Being watched. Being evaluated. This was exactly what he didn’t miss about coming back.

At the back of the room, three boys were staring at him. Joshua leaned forward slowly. Michael’s eyes widened slightly. Fabian blinked once, then stood up. For a second — just one second — the cool atmosphere broke.

Nigel’s serious expression finally cracked into the smallest smirk.

Fabian stepped forward calmly but his eyes gave him away

The teacher cleared her throat loudly. The class stared. Confused. Shocked. Curious. The four boys ignored everyone else. Because this wasn’t just a transfer student. This was childhood. Loyalty. History. Unville High had just gained someone new. But Joshua, Fabian, and Michael? They had just gotten their brother back. And none of them noticed the way the rest of Year 12B was already watching Nigel. Especially the girls.

Lunchtime at Unville High was always noisy. Conversations overlapped. Chairs scraped. Laughter echoed against the cafeteria walls. At the upper far corner near the tall windows, four boys sat together. Joshua leaned back casually. Michael scrolled lazily on his phone. Fabian had a book open, calm as ever. Nigel sat beside them, posture relaxed but expression unreadable. He didn’t enjoy crowded spaces. He didn’t enjoy being watched. And he was still adjusting. The cafeteria doors opened. Year 12A walked in. Kinashia and Miley entered first, holding hands and laughing loudly. Behind them walked Linda, hands folded neatly across her chest, smiling at the two girls ahead of her like she was used to their chaos. A few steps behind came Lisa and Liana, talking quietly to each other. None of the five girls were looking around. None of them cared who was watching. They didn’t like attention either. They preferred their space. They headed straight to the lower far corner of the cafeteria — the quiet end, away from the center noise. At the upper corner — Joshua straightened.

Michael scoffed

Joshua rolled his eyes dramatically. Fabian didn’t comment. His eyes remained on his book. But every few seconds, his gaze lifted slightly… landing on Lisa before dropping back down to the page.

Nigel remained silent. He wasn’t staring. He was observing. One by one. The loud one. The playful one. The calm one. And then his attention paused. On Liana.

She wasn’t laughing loudly. She wasn’t trying to impress anyone. She sat down at their lower corner table, listening more than speaking. Quiet. Composed. Different. Nigel looked away first.

Joshua followed his gaze briefly.

Michael added casually.

Fabian closes his book

After all the explanation about who she is , Nigel just glanced at her and started eating his lunch

The cafeteria was still buzzing after the girls had settled at their lower far corner table. Kinashia, Miley, Linda, Lisa, and Liana laughed softly amongst themselves, enjoying their private little world away from the crowded center. But of course, they couldn’t completely ignore the upper far corner, where the boys sat quietly observing without being obvious.

Kinashia leaned slightly toward Linda, a teasing smirk playing on her lips.

Inside, Linda’s heart skipped. She hated attention — yet, somehow, Michael noticing her made her secretly happy.

The girls giggled, teasing one another, completely wrapped in their playful world. Meanwhile, Liana’s eyes wandered to the upper corner, to the boys’ table.

Liana’s gaze followed the tall, composed boy sitting quietly among the others. He didn’t smile. He didn’t laugh. He just observed, calm and distant, like a storm contained in perfect control.

Liana blinked slowly, curiosity mixed with intrigue. He didn’t look approachable. He didn’t look warm. But somehow… she wanted to know more.