𝕾𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖐𝖊 | rival × rival

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Chapter - 17
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Exel was in his new room. Which was on the top floor, he didn't understand this arrangement. How come he didn't get this room in the first place. But he had this idea.

Might Alaric aka his father didn't want him to get a good stuff. A room to himself. Just to disturb and frustrate him even in the campus ground.

It hit him right on the nerves, Evon was in the same dorm as his. Which means, he could be in any of the room and he definitely don't wanna get into any kind of face off.

It was a pure humiliation and insult to him to be studying in the same class as him. He has always been compared to that perfect piece of doughnut. Great chances are he might had taken one of the best suited room for himself as per the arrangement of his father.

That made sense cause there was no more freaking explanation to that.

He had already put his belongings to the given shelves and closet. It was different than his own room in Storm manor as it was still a dorm.

Couldn't believe he hadn't thought this throughly.

His mood was extremely on edge.

And at the wrong time, someone knocked on his door.

"Who's outside dammit!" He screamed at the door.

The person stayed silent as he repeatedly knocked two more times.

That did snap something inside of Exel as he rushed out to grab the collar of that shit.

He opened the door and yelled on some boy's face.

The boy shivered to his core, he saw the afterworld with that outrageous scream.

"What do you want!?"

"I-*cough* I was asked to forward the message to each new student of this senior year personally, you're the second last student, a-are you Sir Exel Storm?" With that, he gulped.

He knew the name too well, he knew that it was pretty fucked up idea to wait outside of his door after hearing him going gaga behind the door but he did. He was regretting his choices.

The monster in front of him didn't look like he was impressed by his presence, more though he looked pissed and annoyed.

His breath was even hurting his soul, he stopped breathing.

"What you wanna tell me?" He said.

"Can I breath?"

"You can!"

His breath hitched but he continued from their as he can breath now as much as he can.

So he said - "There will be a photo session this evening so everyone are asked to be present at the Belladonna Studio in their respective uniforms, there will be portfolio for the elites plus year book & ID photoes taken too the same day."

"You think I look good right now?" Exel asked him suddenly self conscious yet his voice came out mean. He doesn't like to be in photoes.

The boy limps were vibrating the whole time as he smiled between his crying face and said - "Y-You look majestic, Sir Exel."

"Shut up." He closed the door totally seeing through him. He hate liars.

The boy moved forward with his list of students he had to inform and stopped on the other side of the floor after taking two turns.

Straight, right, straight, left.

He knocked on the door.

He mumbled the last student's name - "Evon Storm."