Fuck You.. Fate

Chapter 8..The Arrival Of The Royal Family

Hushed whispers slithered past Hallways and classrooms wherever Syren went..and he witnessed gossips behind his back all the time.

What used to be his own non-existent little world, was suddenly being pictured and auctioned as if it was a freaking movie..and as agitated and irritated as Syren felt, David told him it'd be all okay in a few days when the news of them being together would no longer remain fresh and new..and Syren begrudgingly believed him.

People are so weird, Syren realized as he glared at the two girls that kept giggling at him accros from the classroom. Up until a few days before, he had managed to slide away from attention very succesfully..aside from the occasional comments that he got for his looks, and the honor of being the top student of his class, No one had paid much attention to him, and he had liked it that way.

Now that The Alpha of the university had confirmed relationship with him, it seemed to him that he'd become the antagonist of the dreams of some of the girls, and the protagonist of others.

" He is freaking pretty, bro, yet I don't understand why David Styles would choose a beta over.."

Tall, muscular, and blonde...and yet it took him one glare by Syren to trail off and hold back his tongue..Surprised that Syren could hear him as he rushed out of the notice room and down the corridors.

Syren sighed yet again, waiting for the crowd around the notice board to disperse with a heavy heart..curious yet terrified of the fate that awaited him..The simple set of numbers that would decide his future for the next 6 months..and possibly his whole life.

Slowly the crowd dissipiated, and Syren pushed himself forward towards the qualified ranking pages, always starting from the bottom..but his fingers only went up and up, and when the list ended, his name was right there..at the top..

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|1st | Syren Hailor| 21| B-Type | A++ |
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Syren pushed out the breath he didnt know he was holding..He didnt understand the logic behind his increasing heartbeat, or why his hands were suddenly turning clammy..his result was always good and expected, yet something felt different.

The speakers of the notice room then blasted, and students all around the hallways stopped to look at the LED that hung in the room. The 21 year old concentrated his attention towards the LED through the pounding in his head.

The Vice Principal, Miss Lawren, stood there with her hands clasped together, and her boldly tinted red lips stretched in a big smile.

"Good Morning Dear Children!.."

She started with the most cheerful laughs, her beauty shining even through the screen.

"Applause to all the Qualifiers of the session!! As you may already know, this semester is the last step towards the future of the Country's new set of Ministers!!"

Cheers roar all throughout the hallways, and Eyes turned sneakily towards Syren, the freckled boy who looked even more paler than usual, his hands shaking behind his back for reasons he couldn't unserstand..

"Ofcourse, these last 6 months need to be greatly worked upon, consider them as the final line of the race you've ran your whole life, and accelearate more if you want to succeed..much more hardwork is required, and yet, there also remains one very important aspect of the life that awaits you for the next months.."

The answer to this was right on his tongue, he knew exactly what she was trying to say..and then his clammy hands were shivering uncontrollably, teeth biting down on pink, moist lips, suddenly regretting the AA+ rank he had worked so hard for.