The angel didn’t agree.
So the two started fighting again inside Clark’s head.
Clark ignored them.
If Harry wanted to eat, let him eat.
As long as he behaved, it was fine.
While everyone was chatting excitedly about everything that had happened over the past few years, the noisy cafeteria suddenly—
Went silent.
Like someone had pressed a mute button.
Clark frowned, confused.
What’s wrong with this school now?
Following everyone else’s gaze, he looked up.
At the cafeteria entrance—
A group of girls walked in.
They were all upperclassmen, and while they were all attractive—
The one in front stood out immediately.
She had striking silver-white hair, sharp, flawless features that felt almost out of place, like she belonged to a different world.
There was an edge to her beauty—dangerous, even.
Her uniform wasn’t worn properly.
Her shirt collar was slightly open, her tie loose around her neck, and beneath her black skirt stretched a pair of long, perfectly shaped legs.
As she walked through the cafeteria—
It felt like a queen inspecting her domain.
Even the loud, brainless jocks and the rich kids who usually acted arrogant—
All stared at her openly.
But not one of them dared to approach.
Not even speak.
Felicia Hardy.
The undisputed queen of the school.
Wealthy.
Mysterious.
And carrying a charm that drove boys insane.
Clark glanced once.
Then went back to his pasta.
Who even invented this stuff?
Chew.
Chew.
Damn, that’s good.
Hmm… add a steak too.
Perfect.
But when you don’t look for trouble—
Trouble comes looking for you.
Felicia’s emerald-green eyes swept across the cafeteria, already bored with the shallow attention around her.
Then—
She saw him.
In the corner, by the window.
Clark.
Head down, focused on eating, radiating an easygoing, sunlit presence—and an unmistakable physical strength even beneath simple clothes.
He wasn’t dressed flashy.
But it didn’t matter.
The aura was there.
And Felicia noticed something else—
He wasn’t staring at her.
Not even once.
That alone set him apart from everyone else.
Her lips curved slightly.
Without hesitation, she walked straight through the cafeteria—
Ignoring every stunned, jealous, and disbelieving gaze—
And stopped at Clark’s table.
A collective gasp rippled through the room.
Even Eddie froze mid-bite, burger halfway to his mouth.
MJ widened her eyes in shock.
Peter and Harry exchanged glances—
They weren’t close, but the disbelief was mutual.
Because this—
Was that level of beauty.
Across from Clark, Gwen stiffened instantly.
Her instincts flared.
Like a small lioness guarding her territory.
She sat up straight, eyes locked onto Felicia.
“Mind if I sit here?”
Felicia asked—
But didn’t wait for an answer.
She sat down right next to Clark.
Closer than necessary.
Leaning in slightly, chin resting on one hand, emerald eyes fixed on him.
Clark?
Still eating.
Pasta in one hand.
Steak in the other.
Locked in combat.
Meanwhile, inside his head—
The angel and devil had escalated.
Weapons were involved now.
“Felicia definitely means no harm!” Angel Clark shouted, swinging a glowing staff.
“A beautiful girl sitting next to you while you eat?
That just improves your appetite!
Don’t you know beauty boosts mood?!”
Devil Clark wasn’t having it.
He wanted Clark to flirt back, show off, take control of the situation.
Typical devil behavior.
Clark’s verdict?
Both of them are idiots.
Clark found himself wondering if he’d accidentally activated some kind of system today— something ridiculous like “every beautiful girl who sees me falls in love.”
He quickly checked himself.
His bio-field wasn’t doing anything unusual.
He wasn’t emitting any kind of attraction either.
So what was this?
“You’re Clark Parker, right?”
Felicia tilted her head slightly, a strand of silver hair falling along her cheek, making her even more alluring.
“I heard about what happened this morning.
Everyone says Thompson just… tripped on his own.”
Clark paused, his fork hovering mid-air.
With his super hearing, he could clearly pick up at least fifty boys around them whose heartbeats had suddenly spiked out of sheer jealousy.
A few football players had even bent their forks.
“Felicia,” Clark replied with a harmless smile, “the floor really was slippery.”
Felicia laughed.
Then she reached out—
A pale finger sliding lightly across the table… brushing, almost intentionally, against the back of Clark’s hand.
In that instant, a flicker of surprise crossed her eyes.
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Really solid.
“You’re good at hiding things, Clark,” she murmured, leaning closer, her voice low enough that only he could hear.
Teasing.
Provoking.
“Tell me… if I start peeling away that boring disguise of yours… what will I find underneath?”
Clark wasn’t worried about being exposed.
With his abilities, he could disappear from anyone’s sight in an instant if he wanted.
And besides—
She was clearly talking about his surface persona, not his true identity.
Still…
Her insight was sharp.
Too sharp.
But that wasn’t the problem.
The real problem was—
Clark was panicking.
A guy who, across both his past and present life, had basically zero romantic experience…
A guy who had spent years suppressing his desires just to control his powers…
How was he supposed to deal with this level of direct, high-tier teasing?
His ears turned red.
Visibly.
His hands froze, unsure where to go.
Completely overwhelmed.
“Felicia.”
A calm voice cut in.
Gwen spoke up, wearing a flawless smile—but her eyes were sharp.
Very sharp.
“Clark is still eating.
And we have something to discuss afterward.
If you don’t have anything else to say…”
Felicia turned her gaze toward Gwen.
Their eyes met—
And something invisible sparked between them.
“Oh?” Felicia raised a brow, amused.
“Are you his girlfriend?”
“I—we’re childhood friends!” Gwen flushed instantly, but her posture didn’t retreat an inch.
Meanwhile—
Clark reached his limit.
“I—I’m done eating!
Peter!
I just remembered I left my history book in my locker!”
Yes.
At this exact moment—
Clark Parker made the most honest decision of his life.
Run.
Because while running away might be shameful—
Right now?
It worked perfectly.
Just as the tension between the two girls reached its peak—
Clark shot to his feet.
The sudden movement nearly flipped the table.
Grabbing his bag, under a storm of stunned and speechless stares—
He fled.
Fast.