Draven Swift.......
Classes ended, and students streamed out of the classroom. As usual, a particular seat was flanked by students adorned with flashy ornaments and bags that screamed luxury.
In their midst sat Draven, his red hair making him stand out from the crowd. He looked sad, still depressed that he hadn't been able to find Daniel. It had been weeks now, and every search had proven ineffective.
"Draven, the whole school is on fire. What happened between you and Beatrice Bradford?" a guy leaning against the wall questioned. Beside him were three ladies whose buttocks he was fondling, an action that suddenly disgusted Draven.
"She doesn't own me, and the so-called engagement is off," he stated, making everyone gasp in unison.
Cassandra, who was among the crowd, listened intently. Her role as Beatrice's cohort was mainly to gather gossip, so this was her primary duty.
