Suddenly, the classroom door swung open as the teacher walked in, causing all the students to scramble back to their seats. The tension in the room evaporated as quickly as it had appeared. Moments later, the bell rang—signaling break time. Students scattered across the hallways, some snacking, others loitering in corners and chatting.
Isabella, Everyn, and Beatrice stood by the stairwell, quietly talking. Just a short distance away, Brian and a few others were playing basketball. For several minutes, Brian deliberately shifted his aim, trying to make the ball land uncomfortably close to Isabella—clearly an attempt to intimidate her.
Then, with a smirk, he launched the ball directly at her. Without even looking, Isabella caught it effortlessly with one hand.
"Heh... don't aim at my head," she said calmly. With a casual flick, she threw the ball backwards—over her shoulder. It sailed smoothly through the air and landed straight into a faraway trash bin with a loud clang.
The boys nearby froze in awe. Even Brian looked stunned.
"Whoa! Four-eyes, how'd you do that?" one boy called out, impressed.
He called her "four-eyes" because earlier that morning, after stepping out of Leonardo's car, she had ducked out of sight, quickly putting on a pair of stylish glasses and tying her hair back into a neat ponytail. She had decided to play the role of a nerd for the day—just to see how it felt. Despite the disguise, she looked effortlessly cute.
Without paying attention to the commotion, Isabella walked off with Everyn and Beatrice to the cafeteria. They found a table and began ordering food. Just then, a group of girls strutted over. The leader, a girl named Disha, stood in front of them, arms crossed.
"Hey, this is our spot," Disha declared.
"I didn't see your name on it," Isabella replied coolly, continuing to eat while Everyn and Beatrice nervously slipped away from the table.
"Are you deaf? I said move!" Disha snapped, raising her voice as curious eyes turned in their direction.
"I don't want to," Isabella said nonchalantly, not even glancing up.
Furious, Disha raised her hand to slap her—but Isabella caught her wrist mid-air with lightning reflexes. In one swift motion, she twisted Disha's arm, and a sharp crack echoed through the cafeteria.
"Agh!" Disha gasped, frozen in pain, her mouth opening but no words coming out.
Then, just as swiftly, Isabella adjusted the wrist back into place.
"I only dislocated and reset it. Consider that a warning," she said coldly, taking another bite of her food. Disha, trembling, turned away with her friends, the shock and pain etched clearly on her face.
From a distance, Brian and Christian watched everything unfold.
"This is going to be a tough one," Christian muttered.
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After break, Isabella returned to class F—now the only girl left. Everyn and Beatrice had transferred to different classes, unable to handle the pressure.
Later that afternoon, as Isabella walked through the dim hallway of the old building, a chill ran down her spine. She noticed Brian, Christian, and a few other boys lurking around, their eyes fixed on her.
As she approached the corridor, one of them suddenly tried to dump a bucket of foul liquid on her. But Isabella's instincts were too sharp—she swiftly kicked the bucket midair, causing the disgusting contents to splash all over the boy instead.
She turned, walking slowly toward Brian. Adjusting her glasses, she stepped firmly on his shoe and leaned in close.
Christian tried to intervene, but before he could make a move, Isabella delivered a precise elbow to his gut, leaving him stunned and breathless.
She then turned to Brian, her voice low and calm—barely above a whisper, yet enough for all to hear.
"The more you try to get rid of me, the more I'll want to stay. And the more fun this becomes—for me. This is your last warning."
With that, she adjusted her glasses again and walked off.
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That evening, when Isabella got home, she found Jayden sitting quietly in the living room, his expression distant.
"Feeling better now? Lucas said you were sick," Isabella asked as she sat beside him.
"As you can see... I'm fine now," he replied with a faint smile.
"How was your first day of school?" he asked after a moment.
"It was... interesting. It started as an all-boy class. The only other two girls transferred out by lunch," Isabella said, chuckling. Jayden laughed too.
"I'll be going with you tomorrow," he said with a grin.
"Same with Leo," Lucas added, walking in.
"What for? Gonna pretend to be students while secretly searching for something hidden at school?" Jayden teased.
"Exactly," Lucas answered with a smirk, just as Leonardo walked out of the kitchen looking strangely gloomy.
"Hey, cheer up!" Isabella said with a bright smile. "You're way too cute to pull off the serious adult thing with that baby face."
"Besides," Lucas added, "you'll get to see Bella every day."
Leonardo, Lucas, and Ryan were part-time secret agents who took on one undercover mission every year or two—though they were well-paid for each.
"By the way, Bella," Jayden said, "the school doesn't allow dyed hair."
"Is this dyed?" Leonardo asked, staring at the mix of dark brown and light-blonde strands in her hair.
"Yeah," Isabella replied, heading upstairs.
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An hour later, she came back down.
"Look at our princess," Zayn complimented.
Leonardo's eyes lingered on her now completely dark hair. "Why dye your hair when your natural color is this stunning?"
"I just like changing things up," she replied with a smile.
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The next morning...
Leonardo knocked on Isabella's door holding two coffee cups. One labeled Sugar, the other Cream.
"I was going to bring four, but I thought it might be too much, so I stuck with one."
"Why four?" Isabella asked as she took a sip.
"For the days I missed," he said, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.
"Should I help you get dressed?" she teased.
"Sure," he grinned, sweeping her off her feet and carrying her to his room.
She opened his wardrobe, pulling out a crisp shirt and trousers. "Here—put this on."
"I thought you were going to help me change?" he asked with a pout.
"Go, shower up," she smiled at him. As he watched her smile, he thought to himself—she was really deadly, because he kept falling for her more every time he saw her smile. A hard boy like him, falling like this... she was truly a magician.
"But I want you to shower with me," he suddenly pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Go, shower," she commanded. He finally left the room, and after a few minutes, he came back.
"Where did you go to?" she asked, and he showed her the uniform in his hand. He had gone to her room to grab it.
"Let's shower together," he suggested.
Isabella immediately walked into the bathroom and locked the door.
"No!" she shouted from behind it.
A few minutes later, she came out wearing a white robe, her dark hair wet and dripping. Leonardo couldn't help but find the sight... incredibly sexy.
He walked over to her, eyes on her damp hair.
"Let me help you dry your hair. Sit down," he said. She sat as he gently and carefully began to blow-dry her hair.
After he was done, he went into the bathroom. Less than ten minutes later, he came out wearing a black robe.
"So now, help me dry my hair," he said, and she began blow-drying it.
"Did you just take a bath?" she asked, wanting to be sure.
Leonardo closed his eyes, feeling relaxed and at ease under her touch.
"Done," she announced.
"Done already?" he asked, clearly dissatisfied.
"I'll change in the dressing room, and you'll change here. Okay?" Without waiting for his reply, she went into the dressing room.
After a while, she came back dressed in a white, untucked button-down shirt with a short skirt. She didn't wear the school blazer or tie, intending to just keep them in her bag.
She stepped out of the dressing room and saw him on the phone—his trousers were on, but his shirt was still unbuttoned.
When he ended the call, he turned to Isabella.
"Help me out," he said with a smirk.
She walked over and began buttoning his shirt.