Scott's half-lidded eyes blinked lazily as he stared at the red-haired girl looming in front of him.
Sure, Westerfield High had its fair share of weirdos, its baseline strangeness usually peaked when morbidly obese guys ran across the football field completely naked or the Manga Club protesting for public masturbation, but having a total stranger walk up and scream right in his face was a new high.
The girl was a breath-taking beauty, no doubt about it. She had a cute red-tipped nose, fiery blue eyes as sharp as razor blades, and bright red hair that hovered gently above her elegant, slender shoulders… shoulders held with a rigid posture that didn't seem like they'd be lowering anytime soon. Anyone with eyes could look at her and instantly tell she was the heiress to some super big conglomerate.
That was Mira Volkner.
Mira leaned in even closer, her face turning a vivid tomato-red as she poked Scott hard in the chest with a dainty finger.
