NovelEnglishChapter 129 Aside from Sylvan, the other two were just as certain that Citrine went to Elegance Peak Academy.
Citrine had no idea why these three were so convinced she was from Elegance Peak Academy, and for a moment, she felt awkward under their scrutiny.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNoticing the discomfort flicker in Citrine's eyes, Travis shot Sylvan a quick look and jumped in to clarify on her behalf. "She's not actually from Elegance Peak Academy." "No way, Travis. If she's not from Elegance Peak, don't tellshe goes to Havencrest Technical College with us? I'd definitely have heard if someone this gorgeous was on campus." The thought that Citrine might be from Havencrest Preparatory Academy never even crossed Sylvan's mind. "She's not with us at Havencrest Tech either," Travis replied evenly.
He knew exactly what Sylvan was thinking-and honestly, it made sense. If Elegance Peak Academy and Havencrest Technical College were notorious rivals, then Havencrest Prep was like a parallel universe-never intersecting.
Elegance Peak was a private school, ranked second among all the top schools in Havencrest, and its graduation rate trailed only just behind that of Havencrest Preparatory. Most of its students were the privileged sons and daughters of the city's elite-kids born with silver spoons in their mouths who carried themselves with an air of entitlement, flaunted their decent grades, and looked down on students from Havencrest Tech. They'd even show up at Tech just to stir up trouble, with sboldly declaring that Havencrest Tech kids were nothing but trash. Havencrest Preparatory Academy, on the other hand, was the city's top public high school, boasting the highest graduation rate around. Every single student there had clawed their way in through relentless exams and cutthroat competition, a testament to just how outstanding they were. Frankly, they saw themselves as being above petty rivalries with Havencrest Tech, and most didn't even acknowledge the Tech students' existence. Meanwhile, students at Havencrest Tech tended to steer clear of those from Prep as well. If they ever did cross paths, Prep kids would look at them like they were something unsavory, desperate to keep their distance as if being nearby might bring bad luck.
That's why Sylvan couldn't even imagine a Prep student stooping to hang out with the likes of them. The possibility that Citrine might be from Prep didn't even register.
Everyone turned to Travis, eager for answers. Sighing, Travis decided to just put it all out there. "She's from Havencrest Preparatory Academy." "What? Havencrest Prep?" Sylvan's jaw practically hit the floor as he glanced from Travis to Citrine. "I must be dreaming," he finally managed. For him, sitting at the stable as a Prep student was a huge deal-something to brag about for ages.
But what really blew Sylvan's mind was Citrine herself. She was nothing like the image of a Prep student in his head. He always pictured them as nerdy bookworms-thick black glasses, dull, uptight, and painfully boring.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCitrine couldn't help laughing at the way Sylvan stared at her, eyes wide as saucers. "I was about to tell you earlier, but you talk so much, I never got a chance to get a word in." Looking sheepish, Sylvan ducked his head and scratched the back of his neck. "Sorry about that. I guess I can be a bit of a chatterbox." Suddenly flustered, he fumbled with his fork, which slipped from his hand and clattered to the floor. He gave a nervous chuckle. "Sorry, first tsharing a meal with a Prep student-I guess I'm a little on edge." Realizing what an awkward scene he'd made, Sylvan rushed to make amends. "Sorry again, I really didn't mean to judge. It's just you're so stunning, you don't fit at all with what I always pictured a Prep student would look like. And you don't seem to mind hanging out with us Tech kids, so I just assumed..."
Amelia couldn't resist jumping in. "Letguess-you think all Brep students are just boring nerds wearing thick glasses, right?" Caught out, Sylvan looked embarrassed.
Amelia grinned, gave Citrine's shoulder a friendly pat, and said with pride, "Well, you're dead wrong. She's actually top of our junior class-everyone at Prep calls her a genius." Sylvan looked at Citrine, genuine remorse in his eyes. "Sorry for judging you. I guess I really missed the mark." None of them noticed the flicker of pride in Travis's gaze as he looked at Citrine.
Travis's other two friends were just as shocked, but they both knewm better than to think he was making thansati this up. No one would joke about something like that.
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