Elysium: Desired by the Cold-hearted Princess [GL]
Chapter 250 250: She's Creepy

Seraphina's POV

I had expected this.

At some point, I knew Iris Aurelian was going to show up at Elysium, possibly in my class as a new student since she was supposed to be my age, but I didn't think it would happen in just over forty-eight hours. That was way too fast.

I sat stiffly in my seat, watching as she stood at the front of the class, her expression unreadable. She had that air of quiet confidence, the kind that demanded attention without effort. The kind that made people curious, especially in a school like this, where status and intrigue were everything.

As soon as Mrs. Hilfiger introduced her, my body tensed in anticipation.

'Please don't sit beside me. Please don't sit beside me.'

I wasn't interested in being seatmates with her, not when she was clearly trouble waiting to happen. If she and Hunter really had a connection in this reality like Electra suspected, I wanted nothing to do with her.

And the worst part? We looked too similar.

Red hair. Blue eyes. Almost the same height.

It wouldn't take long before people started comparing us, and that was the last thing I needed. I was already dealing with enough drama in my life—I didn't need people whispering about how the "new girl looked just like Seraphina Hook" and throwing me into the spotlight alongside her.

So, as casually as possible, I turned my head slightly and let my hair fall over the side of my face, hoping that if she did notice me, she wouldn't make the connection immediately, and more importantly, I hoped she'd choose to sit somewhere else.

There was an empty seat beside Yuna.

She can sit there. That would be perfect. Please, Iris, just sit there.

But, of course, luck wasn't on my side.

I heard the scrape of a chair beside me and then a sharp, deliberate clearing of a throat.

Slowly, reluctantly, I lifted my head, and there she was. Iris Aurelian, standing right beside me, staring at me with those strangely creepy blue eyes of hers.

Frustration swelled inside me, and I could already feel the headache forming.

"Mind if I sit here?" she asked. Her voice was smooth and polite, but I could hear the undercurrent of something else. Amusement? Curiosity? I wasn't sure.

I forced a tight smile, trying not to sound as reluctant as I felt. "It's really your decision, not mine."

She smirked slightly, as if she knew exactly what I was thinking. Without another word, she slid into the seat beside me, placing her books down neatly on the desk.

I swallowed my groan.

Great.

I risked a glance across the room, searching for Yuna's reaction. I had no idea if she even cared, but to my surprise, Yuna was watching.

Not just watching—studying.

Her green eyes were locked onto Iris with an expression I couldn't quite read. It wasn't hostility, but it wasn't warmth either.

Why does she look so interested?

I turned back to my own desk, trying to pretend I wasn't aware of the tension creeping into my shoulders.

It was fine.

I just had to ignore Iris.

I just had to get through this class, and maybe—just maybe—she wouldn't be as much of a problem as I thought, but somehow, I doubted it.

This girl didn't transfer here just because she felt like it. She was here for a reason, and I had a bad feeling I was about to find out exactly what that reason was.

The moment class started, I did my best to focus on the teacher, keeping my gaze locked on the front of the classroom and my hands still on my notebook. I wasn't going to let myself get distracted.

Not by Iris, not by the fact that she was sitting right beside me, and certainly not by the fact that her presence already made me feel like I was going to be suffocating to death any time soon.

I had already decided—I wasn't going to interact with her. If I made it clear that I didn't want to talk, she'd eventually get the message and leave me alone.

That was the plan, and it was going perfectly fine—until I felt a soft tap on my arm.

I almost groaned out loud.

Closing my eyes for a brief second, I took a deep breath before turning my head to meet her gaze.

Iris was looking at me, her blue eyes sharp and studying, like she was trying to figure something out.

"Are you uncomfortable with me choosing this seat?" she whispered.

I sighed. "I already said that was your decision to make, and it's not my business. Please let me focus. We can't get caught talking."

I turned back to my notes, hoping that would be the end of the conversation. It wasn't.

Another tap.

I clenched my jaw before turning back to her. "What?"

She smiled slightly, like she found my irritation amusing.

"Can I borrow your notes?" she asked, voice still soft so as not to disturb the class. "I need to see how far along in the curriculum you are so I can catch up."

I hesitated.

It wasn't an unreasonable request, but something about the way she asked, the way her lips curled ever so slightly in amusement, made me wary.

I glanced down at my notebook. I could just hand it to her and get this over with, but a part of me—one that had been growing more cautious since the moment she walked into this class—didn't like the idea of sharing anything with her.

Still, it wasn't like I could say no without seeming like a rude bitch, which I wasn't except when necessary.

Without a word, I slid my notebook toward her and turned back to my desk, hoping that would be the end of the conversation, but even after giving her what she wanted, I could still feel her watching me.

It was the strangest thing—like she was observing me, trying to piece something together. It was so creepy and nothing like the Iris I remembered.

Even though I barely interacted with her then, she had given off a shy vibe back then, and not the creepy vibe she was giving off at the moment.

I kept my expression neutral and forced myself to focus on the lesson, but deep down, I knew this was just the beginning of my discomfort.

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