Thinking back to everything from her past life, Blair shut her eyes tight. This time, she was going to take back control and change the game.
She opened her eyes again and glanced down at the school crest on her uniform. She was now a student in Class 15, Senior Year, at Langford Academy in Valemont.
It was the first week of the semester, and there were just over a hundred days left before the SAT.
This school was built for the elite. Every student either came from money or power—most from both. Still, even among the wealthy, there was a hierarchy. And Blair stood at the very bottom.
The Wales family had once been prominent but had now fallen from grace. By all accounts, Blair wasn't qualified to attend a school like this. She only got in because of her fiancée, Amelia, and the influence of the Chapman family.
"Did she run this way? Grab her!"
The shouting from outside the room snapped Blair out of her thoughts.
She came back to her senses, looked up at the crowd rushing toward her, and scoffed, wondering, They really think they can catch me?
Blair climbed onto the windowsill and glanced down. This was the sixth floor—about fifty feet high.
"Go! Break her damn hand!" Yasmin had arrived with the hospital's bodyguards and nurses in tow. Her hand had already been set back into place, but her fury hadn't faded one bit.
"Break my hand? Come and try, then."
Blair looked over her shoulder, unbothered and bold, even arching her brow with a look that screamed pure trouble.
"Get her!" Yasmin roared furiously.
Blair sneered. "Bye."
With that, she turned her head back toward the open air—and leapt.
As her body dropped at full speed, Blair felt a flash of that moment in her past life when she had been pushed from the rooftop. But this time, she landed steadily, light as a feather, and with style.
She stood up, flipped a middle finger toward the people above—arrogant and unfazed.
Yasmin was speechless, wondering, She jumped from that height and survived? Her face twisted in rage and flushed red.
Blair didn't stop. She swiftly scaled the courtyard wall—which was at least ten feet high—flipped over, and vanished from sight with fluid, confident ease.
"Whoa, that was hot," Bianca gasped, practically swooning. Even though she knew Blair was just disguised as a boy, Bianca still thought she looked unbelievably cool.
Bianca thought, That was the sixth floor. She jumped straight down and landed like it was nothing. That's insanely awesome!
"Hot, my ass," Yasmin snapped, shooting her a fierce glare.
Bianca immediately shut her mouth.
In the hospital director's office on the top floor, Elijah stood by the window, dressed in the deep blue uniform of Langford Academy.
His features were sharp and refined, his eyes mesmerizing and striking. There was a calm detachment in his gaze that made him seem cold and distant.
From the window, he had seen the entire scene unfold. His handsome face remained mostly expressionless, though his eyes shifted slightly.
"Mr. Moore, I'll go find out what happened," the secretary hurriedly said.
"No need," Elijah replied, waving a hand as he picked up the textbook on the desk. "Just tell my dad I'm heading to class."
"Yes, Mr. Moore. I'll make sure to let the director know," the secretary answered with a nod.
At Langford Academy, a few girls were whispering among themselves.
One of them said, "Hey, that guy's really cute. I don't think I've seen him before. Do you think he goes here?"
Another chimed in, "Damn, he's hot. Look at the way he's got one hand in his pocket. He's so cool. Is he a transfer student?"
A third girl said, "Let's go check him out."
Blair was standing beneath the Academic Office building. She tilted her head slightly, looking up at the bright sky above the school, the breeze brushing gently across her gorgeous face.
It had been over a thousand years, and now she was back.
The group of girls tugged at each other and finally made their way right up to her.
"Oh my goodness. Isn't that Blair Wales? The one who had that childhood engagement with Amelia Chapman, the queen bee of our school?"
"Wait, when did Blair get so hot?"
"Yeah, that's him."
"There's something different about him. But what is it?"