Mordred looked up at the figure in front of him and gritted his teeth slightly, it was none other than the bane of his dating life, his ex-girlfriend Mizuhara Farrian.
Her dark-purple hair that appeared almost black fell to her shoulders and her big black eyes were fixed on him with an enticing look in them.
She smiled at him softly and nibbled on her lower lip as if she was nervous while looking at him, but he knew that it was all just a lie, a façade, that she had a talent in putting up, it was what had originally drawn him to her.
"What do you want?" Mordred asked coldly, and quickly turned away from her.
All this time he didn't want to make a big deal and confront her about the insults she had hurled at him because it would only bring him unwanted trouble.
In an academy where every grade has 30 classes, it could be said that anyone in the first 10 classes were the cream of the crop, and Mizuhara was in the 5-C class, her scores had earned her the favour of her family.
