I kept my head down as I walked into the cafeteria, my eyes fixed on the heels of the Cha Hye-Jin shoes. She was chatting about something—student council forms or club registrations—, but her voice was just background noise.
I felt like a ghost haunting my own life, trying to ignore the way the air in the room curdled the second I stepped through the doors.
The whispers followed me like a physical trail of slime. People were nudging each other, pointing at my new blazer, and then looking toward the center of the room.
The Alphas were at their usual table—the 'throne' that no one else dared to sit near.
I thought they wouldn't come to school, especially Seo-Jun, since he seemed the least bit expected, but he was there as well.
And worst of all, unlike me, who was walking with legs that were as weak and trembling kike jelly, they looked completely refreshed and healthy.
