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Chapter 1 - Baseless Threat...

BANG!!

A deafening thud echoed through the school hallway, followed by a sickening CRACK! that snapped everyone's attention to the crumpled form on the floor. Hands flew to dropped jaws, eyes wide with a mix of shock and stunned horror.

The brutal kick Velvet had just delivered, along with the wet crunch of bone, was enough to silence the entire hall.

Ethan Vance lay there, groaning, clutching his arm, which was bent at an unnatural, horrifying angle. Blood welled from his nose leaving a dark stain against the polished floor.

"Did you just break his arm, babes?" Rosee's voice cut through the terrified hush, utterly devoid of shock. She glanced over at Velvet , who stood perfectly still, calmly cracking her knuckles. A slow, deep smirk then spread across Rosee's face, her narrowed eyes, filled with satisfaction and amusement, landing on the boy writhing in pain.

"Ew," Rosee drawled, making a disgusted face as she took a deliberate step towards him. The crowd held its breath, taking back steps further. When she was close enough, Rosee knelt, one knee on the ground, one foot planted.

She leaned in slightly, her eyes gleaming.She reached out, gently, almost delicately and with a casual uncaring grip, lifted Ethan's broken arm to eye level. He let out a choked whimper. With a sudden, deliberate jerk, she simply let his arm drop to the ground.

"AHHH!" Ethan's guttural howl of agony ripped through the silence, echoing in the stunned hall.Rosee snorted, a sharp, mocking laugh that made a few students flinch. But just as quickly as it appeared, the amusement vanished from her face, replaced by a cold, cutting disdain.

"Honestly? You should thank my soft Velvet, babes… now your arm matches your personality — both useless." She let out a dismissive sigh while surveying the crumpled boy. "And they call you elite? You couldn't even handle a move. Really, for an elite, you look like a spineless worm right now."

The hall erupted in a mixture of gasps, nervous laughs, and shocked whispers at her raw audacity. But Rosee seemed to care nothing for the commotion.

She looked upward, about to offer another playful thank you to Velvet.

Velvet gave her a swift side glance, with neutral expression and cut her off before Rosee could speak.

"Are you done?"

Rosee, with a wide, toothy grin, replied, "Buckle up, babes, I'm just getting started. By the way, thanks, babes, for that wild. card. entry."

Velvet rolled her eyes, a rare, subtle gesture. "Don't thank me when you know what will come next. And stop calling me that."

"Okay, babes," Rosee teased, her grin widening.

"Rosee," Velvet ground out, her voice dangerously low.

"Oops, my fault," Rosee chuckled lightly, straightening up and falling into step beside Velvet. They exchanged a quick, almost conspiratorial glance.

Velvet made her first move, casually adjusting her backpack on her shoulder, and started walking towards their classes.As they moved, people standing there instinctively made way for them, creating a wide, silent path.

Rosee followed Velvet with a confident catwalk, casually sweeping her unbound hair up into a messy bun as she went, radiating an an aura that seemed to shut down any further noise or questions.

As they put distance between themselves and the chaos, Ethan, still lying on the ground, finally spoke. "You'll regret this!" he shrieked, his voice hoarse, echoing after them. "Do you hear me?! You're dead! Lila's going to make you pay! You're both finished at this school! You're finished!" His voice cracked on the last word, dissolving into choked sobs of agony and impotent fury.

Rosee and Velvet had already taken several steps with their backs to the screaming boy. But at Ethan's desperate, high-pitched threat, Rosee paused. Her head tilted almost imperceptibly and a slow, predatory smile curling on her lips.

Without a word, she spun on her heel, her eyes, once filled with amusement, now glinting with a dangerous, icy challenge.She took one deliberate step back, turning to face him fully, her stance radiating casual disdain. Ethan, still slumped against the lockers, flinched back despite himself.

"Oh, sweetheart," Rosee purred, her voice dripping with the kind of false sympathy that was far crueler than any shout. She pulled her phone from her pocket with exaggerated slowness, unlocking it.

"Threats? Really? After that performance? You're going to need more than a broken arm to make me shake."

She brought the phone up, angling it deliberately. "Tell you what. Yell that again for the camera. I'm sure Lila would love to see her 'elite' boyfriend reduced to a sobbing, crumpled mess begging for revenge. Call it a souvenir."

Ethan's enraged sobs choked off abruptly, replaced by a mortified silence. The idea of being recorded in this state, his ultimate humiliation, was clearly more terrifying than the physical pain. He clamped his mouth shut, tears still streaming down his face, his eyes wide with a new, fresh horror.

Rosee let out a short, sharp laugh, triumphant. "Thought so." She slipped her phone back into her pocket, then blew him a mocking kiss, perfectly aimed at his swollen, bleeding nose. "Later, Crybaby King."

Velvet, who had stopped a few paces away, watching the scene unfold, let out a slow, deliberate sigh. She didn't say a word, didn't move an inch, but the sheer weight of her exasperation was palpable.

Rosee glanced over her shoulder at Velvet , her smirk back in place. "He just doesn't learn, does he, babes?" she called out, her voice bright and unbothered. Without waiting for a reply, she turned back, finally strutting away to rejoin Velvet , leaving the broken boy and the stunned witnesses behind.

When they were far from the hall, walking through the quieter corridor, Velvet risked a glance around. When no one else was nearby, she turned to Rosee. "What's your next plan?"

she asked, her voice low and direct.

"Huh ?" Rosee asked, feigning innocence.

"Meaning, what will you do when Lila knows about this?" Velvet clarified, her tone unwavering.

"Oh, that? Maybe I'll just take some sick holidays," Rosee scoffed, dismissing the thought with a wave of her hand.

"Hmm. Do you really think she'll let you go that easily when she knows you broke her boyfriend?" Velvet pressed, a hint of skepticism in her voice.

"Correction … you broke his arm … not me ,mmhm no " rosee said with full confidence "Oh, come on, I'm not afraid of that fucking bitch," Rosee reminded her, tapping Velvet shoulder with a playful jab.

Velvet expression still remained neutral. "If I weren't there, you'd be the one groaning in pain and crawling on the ground."

"Oh, come on, I'm not that weak!" Rosee cut her off in the middle, a defiant glint in her eyes. "I can handle that coward alone!"

Before Velvet could reply, a large voice echoed through the hall, piercing the lingering quiet. They both knew exactly whom it belonged to.

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