Don'T Be The Antagonist
Teenage Squabble

Deg ... Deg ....

Zion recalled how Izra's eyes twinkled while looking at her a while ago.

"You scared?" nevan asked, looking at his nervous-looking boyfriend.

Zion looked up, looking at Nevan's face which was like laughing at her. "No. Do I look like that?"

Nevan was silent, turning her attention back to the food that was in front of her. "Not until it is seen. But for the size of the person who has known you for five years, your facial lines look real. You look worried!" chirps, not indifferent.

Zion looked at her sidekick with a deep frown. "What's so visible? What if the kids find out that I'm scared ah, no! I mean daunted by the new kid? There could be a gene that's going to be against me, later!" chirps, look depressed.

Nevan turned her face to the commotion that was happening in front of the canteen. Three boys came in talking up, while behind them a few female disciples seemed to follow.

The smile on the faces of the female disciples, made Nevan smile slanted. The attention that had always been on him, had now been taken over by someone. It's just a new kid they see for the first time.

"Hahh, at first I didn't care because he's a new kid and just pissed you off a little. But after seeing that" Nevan pointed towards the entrance of the canteen, with a movement of her chin. "I'm angry about it!"

Zion, Torin and the Son, who were also sitting together with the two of them, immediately turned their heads in the direction pointed at by him.

"Hahaha, it seems like they found a new school prince. And fresh!" chirping Torin, laughing at Nevan's annoyed face with half-mockery. "I heard he's an acceleration student. She's only 15 but she's already sitting in the same class as us. He's many times more powerful than you, Nevan! Haha, for some reason if now I can imagine your popularity dropping drastically!"

Nevan stared intently at Torin who had just said such an absurd thing, with a half-dead annoyed look.

"Hahaha, how does it feel to be sprained because of him? It's more annoying than seeing Alva get on the podium every year because of her achievements in school, right?" chirp Zion, still faithful with her crisp laughter.

Nevan only snorted in annoyance, and got up from the place to go straight to the three people who had just entered and brought up a commotion.

"Hey! You guys can't calm down a little? What do you think this is? So stormy!" chirped Nevan, walking closer towards them with haughty steps and a cold facial expression that always adorned his handsome face.

Izra, Yaka and Neal, turned towards him with strange gazes.

"What's wrong with a storm in the canteen? Everyone is talking too. And maybe you got the wrong word! Because the noise is not us, but the girls behind it" Neal chirped, toward some of Izra's fans who followed them all the way to the cafeteria.

Nevan turned her gaze to the female disciples, looking at them with a sharp gaze and being able to silence their mouths in one action.

"Hahh .. Why should you be angry with them? It's hours of rest, they're free to do anything as long as it doesn't create riots that harm others. If only they wanted to speak in a slightly loud voice. This is not in class! So don't mind the little things that can get you into bigger trouble!" chirped Izra, making the women gobsmacked by him.

"He's defending us. The handsome prince ...."

"it's not wrong that I've moved from Nevan to Izra. He's a really good guy. My heart is not strong!" chirp some girls, who feel if they are being defended by Izra.

"real said! Why are you fighting over the little things? They are free to make a scene here. Even their voices are not too loud compared to the sound of the laughter of the three of you. You think I'm not harmed by hearing your voice? I, who usually doesn't pay attention to the loudest sound of anything during a nap, woke up just because the three of you were laughing! You guys ate toak, right? How loud! This canteen belongs to you, huh?!" exclaimed the female disciple, with a sharp gaze, while walking towards them while yawning and rubbing her hard-to-open eyes.