Revenge is Best Served After Reborn (James) novel Chapter 1753

"I'm so... so sorry..."

The young guy standing at the door was completely thrown off by the intense stare he received.

Fiona let go of the straw she'd been nibbling on and sneaked a glance at Alec, who was right next to her, asking, "Why is he apologizing?"

"Because he broke the classroom window."

"But he didn’t."

"Now he has."

Without even batting an eyelash, Alec threw the basketball straight at the window in front of Fiona.

A shattering crash echoed through the room.

Fiona's mouth fell open in surprise.

"Wow..."

Then, unfazed, she went back to sipping her milk.

Seeing Fiona as clueless as ever, Alec couldn't help but let a small, amused smile play on his lips. But it didn’t stick around for long.

Soon enough, Jack from the junior class became the talk of the school for deliberately smashing the window with a basketball. The incident led to a new rule at Seabay High School: No basketball in the classrooms.

During gym class, Betty pulled on Fiona’s arm as they jogged, nervously asking, "Fiona! Why’s he always following you?"

It was Alec's first day at Seabay High School, and already he was the center of attention. Yet, despite the buzz around him, he couldn't quite surpass Fiona in popularity.

Fiona had been there for three years and had become the school’s unofficial mascot. The day she arrived, the whole school got a facelift with the latest learning gear. Everyone got new computers and tablets on her first day.

Plus, with her irresistible cuteness, Fiona was adored by underclassmen and upperclassmen alike. Even the girls were enchanted by her charm, competing to be her friend.

"Maybe he's just used to it," Fiona shrugged, throwing a playful face at Alec over her shoulder.

“Go, Fiona, go!” the whispers of encouragement floated around, careful not to startle their beloved but unathletic mascot.

Lovingly known as a “beautiful mess.”

Academically, Fiona was a straight-A student, fluent in eight languages by the age of fifteen. But while she had been blessed with brains, luck hadn’t favored her athleticism.

Fiona had long, graceful legs, a lovely oval face, and perfect proportions. She was the perfect blend of her mother Sophie’s genes.

Logic would suggest someone with her build should excel at running. But Fiona was the outlier.

To this day, she’d never passed a gym class.

With the crack of the starting pistol, Fiona set off at her signature slow pace.

Alec watched her run, strolling leisurely alongside her.