Rize ran—faster than she ever had before. Only one thought echoed in her mind: Don't get caught.
She jumped the railing of the cemetery fence, her heart pounding in her chest. For a split second, she glanced back. The light had stopped following her. No one seemed to be chasing her anymore.
She ducked into a narrow alleyway, pressing her back against the wall as she tried to catch her breath. Using the inside of her hoodie, she wiped the blood from her face, smearing it across the fabric. Her thoughts raced.
Maybe it was just the graveyard manager, she reasoned. Just someone doing rounds… maybe I'm not in trouble.
She had done her best not to leave any evidence behind. No prints, no trail—just dirt and blood she carried on her clothes. That was hers to clean.
Just as her nerves began to settle, the first light of dawn crept over the horizon. Rize let out a heavy sigh and quickly dashed back toward the apartment, her body aching, her mind spinning. She needed sleep… and a plan for whatever came next.
"Haa…" Rize let out a sigh as she rubbed her eyes and slowly got out of bed. From the corner of her eye, she could see the time—it was 7 PM. Midtown High started at 8. Realizing she had only one hour to get there, she quickly picked up her pace.
She was out of the house in less than a minute, practically launching herself toward the school. Earphones in, she listened to the local news, trying to catch any word about the grave robbing from last night. Anything—any hint that someone had reported it.
Well, she had a very good reason to go to school—and that was to complete her education and use it to start her own company. Yes, she was going to borrow from every reincarnated and isekai fanfic protagonist out there. Her plan? To create a social media platform. Yeah, yeah, it's a cliché trope, but hey—if it ain't broke, don't fix it.
She entered the classroom and was relieved to see she hadn't arrived late. The teacher wasn't there yet, and the students were all chatting and laughing with each other, paying no attention to her at all. Good, she thought. The less attention, the better.
Her assigned seat was near the middle of the room. The first class of the day was, ironically, biology—of all things. As the teacher finally entered, the laughter and noise died down. He was just about to begin when the door burst open.
Peter Parker stumbled in, clearly exhausted, sweat dripping down his forehead.
"Late again, Parker," the teacher said in a disappointed tone, waving him toward his seat.
Peter looked more like Andrew Garfield's version from The Amazing Spider-Man movies than Tom Holland—taller, a bit scruffy, and clearly worn out.
As he made his way to his seat, their eyes met for a split second before he quickly looked away and sat down.
Why didn't my spider-sense go off? Peter wondered as he glanced at her from the corner of his eye. Maybe I'm just tired, he told himself, trying to focus on class.
Fuck, I'm screwed, Rize mentally cursed as she set her food tray down on the cafeteria table and sat alone. Her mind was a mess of mental screams and quiet panic.
I don't remember anything about this world—its history, math, or anything else. Some things feel familiar, but others? Nope. Nope. Nope.
It had been two years since she'd studied anything seriously. Her thoughts spiraled.
This is going to be hell.
And why, in God's name, did I even get food I can't eat? Rize thought bitterly as she stared at the untouched tray in front of her. She glanced around the cafeteria, searching for somewhere to dump it without drawing attention. What is even going on with me?
Just as she was about to get up, her eyes accidentally locked with a girl's across the room—fiery red hair, piercing green eyes. She was talking casually with a boy wearing red-tinted glasses. Two other girls sat nearby, chatting and laughing.
But Rize couldn't look away.
Jean Grey.
Her breath caught. Shit. Of course Jean Grey's here. Of course the omega-level telepath is sitting across the room from me right now.
Panic hit like a wave. Rize stood up too quickly and began speed-walking toward the exit, head down, hood up.
Across the room, Jean suddenly stopped mid-conversation, her smile fading. Her gaze followed Rize, narrowing slightly.
Scott—Cyclops—noticed the shift. "What's wrong, Jean?" he asked, glancing in the same direction.
"That girl…" Jean muttered, eyes locked on Rize's retreating figure. "I can't hear her thoughts clearly."
Her voice dropped to a whisper, low enough that only those closest could hear. She stood up from her seat, brushing it off casually to avoid drawing attention.
Scott raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"
Rogue and Jubilee, already catching on to Jean's sudden change in demeanor, stood up as well—alert but casual.
"Yeah…" Jean said, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips. "I think she's like us."
"What's her name again?" she asked, turning slightly to Rogue as they started walking toward the cafeteria exit.
"I think it's Rize," Rogue replied. "If I'm not wrong."
The small group began to make their way across the cafeteria, following Jean's lead.
Meanwhile, Rize…
Her pulse thundered in her ears as she pushed open the cafeteria doors and slipped outside. Shit, shit, shit telepaths. Of course she's a damn here who could I forget .
Rize didn't stop walking until she rounded a corner behind the school building. Her breathing came in shallow gasps, every nerve buzzing with anxiety.
Did she read my mind… or not?She noticed me… right? Or am I just panicking for no reason?
She wasn't sure. But one thing was clear—I'm not safe here. Not really.
Rize pressed her back against the cold brick wall and slowly slid down to the ground, pulling her hood tighter over her head, trying to disappear into the shadows.
I need to get out of here… fast.
Her thoughts raced. She couldn't afford to draw attention—not from Jean, not from anyone.
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guys just give me 10 chapter so i can make her miserable her life .its just the ground work I promised