The Queen Bee (Wonielle)

The Queen bee and Ice Princess

Wonyoung’s POV

The sound of heels clicking against the polished marble floors of Starfield International High School was as familiar as the hum of morning chatter in the hallways. Those heels belonged to none other than me—Jang Wonyoung, the undisputed queen bee of this school. Heads turned as I walked by, and I loved it. It wasn’t just the way I looked, though I wouldn’t deny that my long legs, flawless skin, and polished demeanor played a big part. No, it was the way I carried myself—the way I made every hallway feel like my runway.

“Wonyoung!” A chorus of voices called my name. My loyal entourage, trailing behind me like the adoring fans they were. Eunseo, always the loudest, caught up first. “Did you see the Spring Festival poster? You’re the face of it again!”

“Obviously,” I said with a flick of my hair. “Who else would they pick?”

Eunseo giggled, but the sound was drowned out by the whispers from other students lining the hallways. “She’s so gorgeous,” one murmured. “I heard she’s a model outside of school,” said another.

I offered a small, practiced smile as I passed them, enough to leave an impression but not enough to invite conversation. I didn’t need to try—attention came naturally to me.

But then there was her.

Danielle Marsh. The student council president and, frankly, the only person in this entire school who didn’t seem to care about my existence. While most people either adored me or tried to get into my good graces, Danielle barely looked my way. She was the complete opposite of me—calm, collected, and infuriatingly indifferent.

I spotted her by the bulletin board, tacking up another schedule with her usual precision. Her caramel-brown hair was tied back neatly, and her blazer looked like it had just come out of a dry cleaner’s bag. Classic Danielle—always perfect, always serious.

“Why does she act like she’s better than everyone?” Eunseo whispered, noticing my gaze.

“She doesn’t act like it,” I said, smirking. “She just thinks she is.”

Danielle turned then, her sharp blue-gray eyes briefly locking onto mine. It wasn’t the usual awe or admiration I was used to. Her gaze was cold, calculating, as if she was sizing me up.

I lifted an eyebrow, meeting her stare head-on. If she thought she could intimidate me, she was sorely mistaken.

She broke eye contact first, turning back to the bulletin board. The audacity.

“Looks like the Ice Princess didn’t melt under your gaze, Wonyoung,” Eunseo teased, stifling a laugh.

“She’ll thaw eventually,” I replied, brushing it off. But even as I said it, something about Danielle’s indifference stuck with me. Most people would kill for my attention, but she? She acted like I was just another student.

Later that day, my mood soured during an unexpected call to the student council room. Apparently, Danielle had requested to meet with me.

“What could she possibly want?” I muttered under my breath as I pushed open the door.

The room was pristine, just like its president. Danielle stood at the center, clipboard in hand, her posture straight and unyielding.

“You’re late,” she said, her tone as crisp as her perfectly pressed uniform.

I rolled my eyes. “And you’re boring. Can we move on?”

Her lips pressed into a thin line. “We’re assigning responsibilities for the Spring Festival, and as the face of the event, you’re expected to attend all planning meetings moving forward.”