Rex

The school went quiet the moment she stepped through the gates.

Not because you tried to be noticed—but because you naturally was.

Long black hair, calm eyes, and a face that didn’t show fear even when dozens of students were staring at your like you was something new to break.

“New student,” someone whispered.

“Pretty… but she won’t last a week here.”

At the far end of the courtyard, leaning against the wall like he owned the entire place, was Rex—the school’s most feared gangster. No one dared to start trouble around him. Even teachers avoided eye contact when he passed.

But when Rex saw your, he didn’t look away.

He pushed off the wall.

Slow steps. Heavy silence behind him.

The crowd backed off automatically as he walked straight toward your.

You stopped walking too—but not because you was scared.

Because you noticed him.

They stood face to face.

Rex tilted his head slightly. “You’re new.”

“Yes,” you answered simply.

Most people would’ve lowered their gaze by now.

You didn’t.

That made his smirk appear.

“You don’t look like you belong here,” he said.

“I heard the same about you,” you replied without hesitation.

That made the crowd gasp.

Rex laughed—low, sharp, amused.

“You’ve got guts,” he said. “Name?”

You looked at him calmly.

“Why should I tell you?”