༺ Noah's POV ༻
The night after the First-Year Entrance Ceremony was quiet.
Save for the faint hum of conversation drifting through the academy's hallways.
I had just finished freshening up, my damp hair tousled from the towel slung over my shoulders.
The mirror reflected a face I had grown all too familiar with.
Arrogance laced with apathy, though tonight, there was an edge of irritation.
The invitation card lay on the desk, mocking me with its contents.
The gold-embossed letters gleamed under the candlelight.
[First-Year After Party – Bring a Plus One]
I stared at it for the umpteenth time, muttering.
"How did I miss this?"
Where the hell was I supposed to find a plus one?
Especially when the entire academy despised me?
Being "infamous" had its perks—False Evil Points, for one—but this was an unnecessary pain I didn't want to deal with.
My mind wandered to Maya.
