Elysium: Desired by the Cold-hearted Princess [GL]
Chapter 108 108: Could it be a trap?

Electra's POV

The hallway was quiet as I made my way back to class, my mind still buzzing with the aftermath of everything that had happened today.

All I wanted to do now was grab my bag and head back to the dormitory, and a decent nap sounded like the only way to clear my head after the ridiculous day I'd had.

Between the fight, Astor's dramatics, and Seraphina's sudden and convenient intervention, I was running low on patience for anyone or anything else. But when I arrived at the door to my classroom, there she was—Yuna.

She was standing just outside, clutching our bags like some overeager personal assistant. The sight of her immediately made me roll my eyes.

Was this how she'd been with Seraphina? I'd always seen them together in the real world, and from a distance, they'd seemed like actual friends. But now, with Yuna acting like a worried puppy who couldn't leave me alone for five minutes, I was starting to think differently.

The more I thought about it, the more it seemed likely that Yuna didn't approach people like me—or Seraphina—out of genuine affection. No, this was probably just her way of latching on to someone, anyone, so she wouldn't have to deal with this school alone.

Sweet and kind? Please. She was just desperate, forcing herself into the role of "loyal friend" just so someone would finally stick around with her, and she wouldn't feel alone. In the real world, she'd latched on to Seraphina, and now, it was my turn to be her unwilling project.

Great. Just what I needed.

When I finally reached her, she looked up at me, her face immediately clouded with concern. "Electra!" she exclaimed. "Are you okay? What did the principal say? Did you get into trouble?"

I sighed, reaching for my bag without bothering to answer right away. "I'm fine," I said flatly, slinging the bag over my shoulder. "Nothing happened."

Her eyes widened in surprise. "Nothing?" she repeated, clearly not believing me. "How is that possible? I mean, Principal Astor seemed really upset when you went in. What did you say to her?"

"I said nothing," I replied, already turning to leave. The last thing I wanted was to stand here and give her a play-by-play of how I'd gotten off scot-free. "It's over, Yuna. Let it go."

But Yuna, apparently immune to my very obvious lack of interest in continuing the conversation, stepped in front of me, blocking my path. "Wait, wait," she said quickly, her voice filled with an irritating mix of curiosity and genuine worry. "How can nothing have happened? That doesn't make sense."

I stopped, staring at her for a moment, wondering how someone could be so persistently oblivious. "It doesn't matter," I said slowly. "The principal decided not to punish me. End of story."

"But—" she started, her brow furrowing.

"Yuna," I interrupted, my patience wearing thin, "drop it."

She flinched slightly at my tone but didn't back down. Instead, she shifted her weight awkwardly, clearly debating whether or not to keep pushing. "I'm just… worried about you," she said finally, her voice softer now. "You had a rough day, and I—"

"Yuna," I said sharply, cutting her off again. "I appreciate the concern, but I really don't need it."

The words came out harsher than I intended, but I didn't bother to soften them. I wasn't in the mood to deal with her overbearing kindness or whatever this was supposed to be. All I wanted was to get back to my room and forget this day ever happened.

For a moment, she just stared at me, her expression a mixture of hurt and confusion. Then she stepped aside, her hands tightening on the strap of her own bag. "Okay," she said quietly. "If that's what you want."

I didn't respond, walking past her without a second glance, but as I headed down the hallway, a pang of guilt twisted in my chest. It was faint, barely more than a flicker, but it was enough to make me hesitate for half a step.

Yuna wasn't the problem. She wasn't one of those girls from the dining hall, or Principal Astor, or even Seraphina. She was just… Yuna. Annoying, yes. Overbearing, definitely, nut also harmless, and maybe—just maybe—she was trying to help in her own way.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair as I slowed my pace. Turning slightly, I called over my shoulder, "Yuna."

She looked up quickly, her expression shifting to one of hope. "Yeah?"

I hesitated, the words catching in my throat. What was I supposed to say? Sorry for snapping at you? Thanks for caring? Neither felt right, but I couldn't just walk away after calling her name.

Finally, I settled for something neutral. "Get some rest."

She blinked, clearly surprised by the abrupt change in tone. "Oh. Yeah. You too."

I nodded, turning back and continuing down the hallway. The conversation left an odd taste in my mouth, and I couldn't quite shake the feeling that I'd been unnecessarily harsh, but then again, wasn't that who I was? Harsh, unbothered, and unapologetic?

The moment I stepped into my bedroom, I ignored everything and everyone around me. My roommates were chatting on their beds, but I ignored their existence, not exactly in the mood for small talk.

Without a word, I walked to my side of the room, shrugging off my bag and tossing it on the floor. The only thing I wanted to do was strip out of this uniform and collapse on my bed for a few hours of uninterrupted sleep.

My movements were quick as I unbuttoned the jacket, kicking off my shoes as I tossed the uniform piece on the chair nearby. I tugged the tie loose, pulling it over my head and discarding it with the rest.

Left in just my undershirt and skirt, I climbed into bed, sinking into the thin mattress with a groan. My body felt heavy, the and just as I closed my eyes, ready to drift off, the sharp sound of my phone ruined the moment.

"Ugh," I groaned, rolling over and reaching for my phone on the nightstand. Who the hell was texting me now?

With a grunt of irritation, I unlocked the screen, ready to ignore whatever pointless notification it was, but the moment I saw the message, my brows furrowed. It wasn't from a saved contact. The number was unfamiliar, and the message itself was strange:

"Meet me on the rooftop of the class area at 7pm. –Seraphina"

I stared at the message for a long moment, trying to process it. Seraphina? How did she even get my number? And why was she asking me to meet her on the rooftop?

My initial thought was that it had to be a prank, but the message was so direct that I couldn't completely dismiss the possibility that it was actually her.

Still, I wasn't about to blindly walk into whatever this was. With a sigh, I typed out a quick response:

"Why?"

The reply came almost instantly, and it was just as cryptic as the first message:

"Come and you'll see."

I frowned, staring at the screen as if it would give me more answers if I glared hard enough. What was Seraphina playing at? After everything that had happened today—the office, the dining hall, that kick to my shin—now she wanted to meet up in some random place?

The whole thing screamed "trap," but there was a small part of me, an annoyingly persistent part, that couldn't help but be curious.

What could she possibly want?

I debated ignoring the message altogether, but my curiosity won out. If she was trying to pull something, I'd deal with it when I got there.

With a resigned sigh, I typed a final reply:

"Fine. I'll be there."

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