Andria's POV
She looked up, eyes wide. "You haven't heard? There's a new student starting today. Just transferred in, out of nowhere. They're saying she's not ordinary, but that's what they always say with every new student, including you," Becca whispered into my ears.
"Hmm, but exams are fast approaching, how would she keep up?"
"Well, I don't, she must have been told, but she chose to come anyway." She said with a shrug, her tone laced with nonchalance. "Besides, we don't know who she is; she might know how to pull a few strings, or maybe she's brilliant."
Just then, she walked in with an aura around her like she was above us all. She walked with grace and slight arrogance.
She was escorted by two men who carried her backpacks to her seat. "How wonderful that she had to be in this class and not the other one," Becca murmured beside me.
"Well, you have to keep your jealous tone down", I replied, arching a brow in amusement.
