The ranking list is released at 6 in the morning when Elliot and I are sitting in the common room by the window. There are other students as well, huddled together in front of their tablets, anxious about their scores but not us—not me, at least.
"You're still on top, I bet," Elliot says. "You had a big lead to begin with and you were on top of the quiz as well."
He clicks on the refresh icon on the portal and waits for the list to load.
FIRST YEAR RANKING LIST
Harley Kingsley
Rhett Carter
Atlas Elias
Ana Vorklov
Yua Matsumi
Daria Liamme
Monica West
Lian Zhao
Roman Vermont
Lorano Diaz
I still have the unwanted lead. I'd be more than happy to let Rhett cross my score but I'm aware of the unspoken competition he's set between us. If I wanted to, I could treat him the same way I treated Penny—I could easily drop my score and let him be the first ranker but I wouldn't do that to him. It's not what he deserves. People who're worthy of a genuine game will get a genuine game until they get on my nerves.
Elliot's rank is still forty seven. Somehow, he's gotten that maintained.
Slowly, the discussion about the ranks dies down and people go back to sleep. Most of us have to wake up again for the next evaluation instructions. I leave Elliot and walk out of the building, the cold air slapping my face. I check my phone—one minute to six forty five. By the time Redville wakes up, there will be a new wave of something unexpected.
By the time Redville wakes up, I'll be mentally prepared for what's going to happen.
By the time Redville wakes up, the ranking list will the least of anyone's concern.
My phone vibrates again and I check it.
Unknown: Are you sure you wanna do this, Lee?
Harley: when am i not?
Unknown: Just think about it once again, please. I don't want to do this.
Harley: you owe me, ck. do it.
Right then, a familiar notification ring goes off. RedRow.
I smile to myself. I can feel the rush of adrenaline in me, the excitement flowing through my veins as restlessness takes over my body. A part of me hates this. I don't want to remember this. The other part of me tells me that I deserve this. That this is just the beginning. Things were going to take a sudden, scandalous turn now and it feels like it's going to be fun.
And never in her life Harley Kingsley turns away from fun.
In that moment, I know.
I know that I'm not afraid to fall.
END OF PART TWO
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AMBER EYES (rewrite)
Teen FictionRedville Academy Of Arts. One of the most prestigious boarding schools in the entire world where competition is as fierce as it can be. A place for genius' and the best of the best to polish their skills. A place with an unusual point system where b...
