Rebecca didn’t catch what the two were saying. Not that it mattered. Even if she had heard, she wouldn’t have cared. She just followed the directions she’d been given and soon found the door to Class A. She lifted her fist, ready to knock, when a shadow rushed at her without warning.
The attacker moved fast, aiming straight for her face.
Rebecca’s gaze cooled. She didn’t retreat—she stepped in, closed the distance, and broke his momentum before the grab could land.
The person coming at her clearly hadn’t expected that. For a split second, surprise flashed in his eyes. That look quickly turned gleeful as he switched tactics, turning his reach into a grab, trying to throw her over his shoulder.
But as his feet touched down, Rebecca struck. She swept his legs out from under him so quickly he lost his balance.
He still held on, refusing to let go, trying to drag her down too and go in for another move.
Rebecca saw right through him. She brought up her free hand and jabbed him hard under the arm.
He lost all strength in that arm and just like that, she flipped him to the ground.
There was a heavy thud, echoing through the quiet hallway.
Rebecca finally saw his face clearly, and she nearly rolled her eyes.
“You again?”
Neely gritted his teeth through the pain and then froze as he looked up and recognized her. A beat later, his face broke into a huge, delighted smile. “Rebecca, I knew it was you!”
Rebecca gave him a sideways look. She let go of his arm. “I never said you could call me that, or be my sidekick. Don’t get ahead of yourself.”
Rebecca turned. Down the corridor stood a middle-aged woman with a black bob and clothes to match. Her glare was intense and her lips pursed in permanent displeasure. She looked like trouble.
Neely’s smile dropped in an instant. “Lily, this might be near your classroom, but it’s not yours to boss over. Besides, we were just sparring. It’s not what you’re suggesting. Don’t start rumors.”
Lily snorted and gave him a look that said she barely even registered his existence.
“Neely, someone like you, wasting their time fighting instead of learning—what makes you think you can talk to me? Don’t go thinking you’re special just because you made it into Apex Academy. When I look at students like you, I see wasted potential. Family background or not, it just means you’ll waste it all one day. I honestly don’t get why Wade would ever let students like you into Apex Academy. It’s just a waste.”
Neely flushed, his face turning red. “Lily, you’re supposed to be educated. Don’t you think you’re going too far?”
Lily couldn’t care less. She pushed her glasses up her nose, still sneering. “Talking to someone like you is more than you deserve. Now get moving, both of you, or I’ll call security.”

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