[Soren's POV]
Ahh... I don't want to be here. Soren groaned inwardly.
The sight of the annoying girl beside him, along with the approaching students, made him want to run away.
Can't I just give up...? The edge of the arena is right there. Soren pondered.
Yet, as he was about to take a step out, Veronica grabbed his hand, pulling him back.
"Idiot, what do you think you're doing?" she asked, baffled. "Are you trying to make us look bad?"
"You're clingy and annoying. Let go." Soren slapped her hand away. "What good do you think this tournament is for us? The only people who will get some sort of reward are Kael and Neraxis. As for us? We're only going to get a pat on our backs."
It was the reality of the situation. No matter how much he tried or how much he stood out, the more popular bunch would always get the most attention.
...That's why I hate them. Soren thought, being reminded of his fight with Neraxis and Kael.
