The Queen's Match │Hunter TOH x FemPopularGirl Reader

Prologue

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Each gaze a glare, each word a dart, yet love lay hid within the heart. 

- Passerine2007

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In a world where status mattered more than anything, there was one name that everyone knew all too well: [Name] Blight.

Yes, you.

Your name alone was enough to send shivers down the spine of anyone whom you crossed paths with.

You weren't just popular—you were perfection, wrapped in designer clothes, always wearing six-inch heels (Or higher in some occasions but those heels wrecked your feet too many times), with a face so meticulously made up that it seemed like you were carved by ancient Greek people. Duh, you were just that gorgeous.

But beyond your those layers of branded clothes, expensive bags, thick make-up, you were known for something far more potent than beauty and brains.

You were known for your attitude. Well, you weren't called as one of the bitchiest woman in the university for nothing.

You were the ultimate queen bee of Hexside University, often called 'queen Blight', a title no one dared to challenge—like hell anyone could stand up against you.

You were the embodiment of a true queen, with a mind sharper than steel, a person that could get anything you wanted. 

Money? That's just one of the weapons in your armory. 

Brains? Please, you are considered a genius, no, you are in fact, a true genius.

If someone dared to cross your paths in the wrong way, you would crush them under your feet, putting them under your six-inch heels on the dirt where they belonged. You owned the world, and you would sit on your throne, watch as your enemies crumble down.

You were the talk of every student, reminding them that you always existed. Whether it was their admiration for you, their hatred, or just baseless rumors, you were the center of the attention.

Of course, you brushed them away, always standing tall with an air of superiority. Like, really, what was the point of having power if not to rub it all in other people's faces? If you were gonna have the crown, then you might as well act like a queen.

You were the Hexside royalty and no one is going to take that away from you.

Or so, you thought.

The sun shined bright over Hexside University, making the fountain gleam as students buzzed with energy from the new school year. But the first day of school wasn't the only thing that made students talk, it was because of the new transfer student.

A rumor had tongues speaking loudly, spreading like wildfire about a new student that they claimed to have good looks and brilliance. Not only that, this new student was a bigshot.

"Have you heard? The new student is Hunter Deamonne. The Hunter Deamonne!"

"You mean the model?"

"Yes, the model. And I heard he's a genius too! He ranked top in the entrance exams!"

In the high-end café in Hexside, you tapped your perfectly manicured fingers on the table, scrolling through your phone, unperturbed of the gossips and rumors about the supposed new student.