Meet The Quinsters

"Seriously Athea; you don't know???" Dani asked in disbelief.

"Uhmm no?" I answered casually "Do you think I would ask if I know?" I followed.

"Good point" She said in agreement.

"Well at any case I've told you about them back in 9th grade remember!??" Dani explained.

"So she was pertaining to those people, then?" I mentally asked myself as I followed her gaze.

I saw as a bunch of students, mostly girls. Crowd around; three guys who just entered.

Dani caught my attention when she pointed at one of the guys

"Let me introduce you to Zyden Alexter Wilson. He has a way of catching your attention right away. But it’s not just his looks—his natural charm and positive energy make him easy to talk to and instantly likeable. He comes from one of New York’s top hotel chain owner, so he’s no stranger to luxury. In other words; Zyden has a way of making everyone feel at ease and connected."

I glanced at the guy she mentioned and couldn’t help but notice him. His platinum blonde hair gleamed in the light, but it was his eyes that truly caught my attention. They were like the vast ocean—so deep and calm, you could lose yourself in them.

I must have stared for too long, because in that brief moment when our eyes met, I felt a jolt. Flustered, I quickly looked away.

"Well that was awkward" I mentally said as I try to focus on Daniela.

"And that guy next to him talking to the girls" she continued.

I followed her gaze, and my eyes landed on the guy she was talking about. He had raven-black hair that fell just above his sharp, angular features, the dark strands contrasting with the soft glow of the room. His presence was magnetic, like he had an aura that drew people in without effort. I couldn't help but notice the way he stood—confident, almost predatory, as if he was scanning the crowd for something or someone. His eyes, dark and intense, seemed to hold a story, but he was too busy playing the game to reveal it.

"Chester James Villa Luna," she started, her voice laced with an edge,

"he has the charisma of a predator, always on the hunt for his next prey. In other words, he's a—" She trailed off, not finishing the sentence.

I raised an eyebrow and finished her thought,

"So basically, he's a playboy?"

She nodded, a knowing look in her eyes.

"You bet. But that’s not all he’s known for. His family owns three of the biggest clubs here in the Philippines. I’m pretty sure he spends so much time at them that it’s turned him into a total girl magnet." She lowered her voice, almost as if saying it aloud made it more real.

At first glance you would think that his a gentleman but to me, he isn't. I recognized him as one of the guys I encountered earlier. I know he saw me, but he just ignored me treating me like so invisible wall. After Dani's introduction I think it made me dislike him even more now.

"Oh, and don’t forget about the guy in the middle," she said with a smirk.

"That’s Ethan Rafael Virmudo, AKA the leader of the Quinsters. His family owns this school, which makes him practically untouchable. No matter what he does, the teachers can’t touch him—he’s never punished, and they’re all too scared to do anything. They’re just afraid of losing their jobs," she chuckled, nodding toward the guy standing confidently in the middle of the three.

He had almond-colored hair that perfectly framed his face, paired with a sharp, piercing gaze—one that could make you feel uneasy just by being in the same room. It was the kind of look that sent a chill down your spine, as if he could see right through you.

The classroom buzzed with energy as Dani glanced around, scanning every inch of the room.

"There are two others, but it seems like they’re not here yet," she muttered, craning her neck as though the missing boys would materialize from thin air.

Great theres still more of them?

Minutes passed, and the teacher finally arrived, prompting the girls to stop fussing over the three boys and return to their seats. The trio remained standing at the front, looking like they were waiting to be introduced.

I rolled my eyes at the thought.

"Good morning, class. I’m Miss Catherine Saragoza, and I will be your homeroom teacher. Nice to meet you all," the teacher said with a warm smile as she stood in front of us.

A faint tapping sound drew my attention. I turned my head and saw that it was coming from the so-called leader of the trio, impatiently drumming his shoe against the marble floor. The teacher noticed too.

"Oh, and these fine gentlemen here will be your classmates," she announced, stepping aside to give the boys center stage.

The leader stepped forward with a bold expression.

"Ethan Rafael Virmudo. Mess with me or my gang, and you’re out," he declared in a tone so cold that some of our classmates gulped.

"Great, just what we needed—a wannabe gangster in our class." I mentally rolled my eyes

Next, the blonde one stepped up, flashing a princely smile that made half the girls in the room squeal.

"I am Zyden Alexter Wilson, but you can call me Zyden. I’m pleased to meet you all."

He’s definitely the "gentleman prince" type on the surface, but something about him felt off. To me, he looked like the kind of guy who’d stand idly by while his friends bullied someone.

Call me judgmental, but Dad always said appearances can be deceiving.

Before I knew it, the third guy had stepped forward. He was grinning like he was ready to put on a show.

"Chester James Villa Luna, but you can call me CJ," he said, ending his introduction with a playful wink that sent the girls into another frenzy.

"Ugh, talk about a show-off," I muttered under my breath as I again rolled my eyes.

What’s with the taste of the girls in this school? First, they’re obsessing over a wannabe, a two-faced prince, and now a womanizer? What’s next—worshipping a monkey?

"Now that that’s settled, let’s get you boys seated," Miss Saragoza said, scanning the room for empty chairs.

Unfortunately for me, the seats behind and beside me were vacant. There was still hope, though—a seat near Daniela and another in the front row were also free. Please, let them pick those instead.

While Miss Saragoza tried to figure it out, half the class was busy trying to claim the trio as seatmates, even going so far as to ask others to move. I turned my attention elsewhere, looking out the window.

We were on the third floor, and the view was stunning. The mini garden behind the Senior High School building looked like something out of a postcard, its greenery vibrant and peaceful.

As I admired the scene, my eyes caught sight of someone perched on the largest branch of a tree. A boy, fast asleep, was leaning against the trunk. The sunlight hit his hair, making it seem like it was on fire.

"He looks so peaceful," I whispered to myself, unable to tear my eyes away. There was something strangely captivating about him, even in such an ordinary moment.

"He’s doing it again?" a voice next to me asked, pulling me out of my thoughts. Startled, I turned to find Zyden, his lips curved into that princely smile of his—the kind that could melt hearts in an instant but always left a trace of doubt about its sincerity.

"Great. Prince Charming is my seatmate," I thought bitterly. Could my luck get any worse?

"As far as I know, my name isn’t Prince Charming," he teased, a mischievous glint in his eye. My jaw dropped.

"Did you—?" I stammered, my voice caught between shock and embarrassment.

He nodded slightly, confirming my worst fear. He’d heard my thoughts—or, worse, I’d said them out loud. It felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over me. This wasn’t like me! How could I let something so careless slip out?

"Anyway, I’m—" he began, his tone casual, but I cut him off before he could finish.

"Yeah, I know who you are." I straightened up, trying to regain control of the situation.

"Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Zyden Alexter Wilson." My voice was formal, professional even, as I extended my hand for a handshake.

Zyden paused, caught off guard. His deep blue eyes darted from my hand to my face, as if trying to figure me out. Finally, he took my hand, his grip firm but warm. He hesitated, though, as if the formality of my approach had thrown him off.

"Atheana Jean Salvador," I added, keeping my tone crisp and businesslike.

My father always said it was better to establish boundaries early on, and I wasn’t about to let someone like Zyden—charming as he might appear—blur any lines

"Now, class—" Miss Saragoza’s voice cut through our little interaction. She had stopped speaking mid-sentence, her gaze fixed on something outside.

"MR. ZACKARY DEGUZMAN! GET DOWN FROM THERE THIS INSTANT!" she yelled, her tone filled with frustration.

I didn’t need to look to know who she was talking about. There was only one person perched on that tree.

"Ha, she finally noticed him," someone behind me commented.

I caught a glimpse of almond-colored hair and realized, to my horror, that Ethan was sitting directly behind me. To make matters worse, the Chester guy had taken the seat beside Daniela, who was right in front of me.

The unfortunate scene I’d been dreading all morning was now playing out in real-time.

"Ugh!" my inner voice screamed.

Could this day get any worse?

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