Claimed By Two Rivals

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be late on our first day," M

ll students, old or new, were required to wear a blue skirt, a white shirt, and a blue blazer. There was a store in the city where new s

. I dropped the hairbrush a

ing an apple to snack on the way. Mum was also starting her first day of work

called out on our first day?" she asked as w

ed. Being called out on my first day was something I wanted to avoid

. Did you find it? What were you looking for

he volume of the music. She glanced at me, and I smiled. We both sang along lo

ool. Bye. I love you," she

High School. I walked through the open iron gate in awe, joining the other students. The school exuded grandeur and natural light amidst the green scenery. It had a commanding presence, and the expensive building cast

d. Students and parents were waiting in beautifully designed seating areas. I didn't need to visit any office. My mum had already taken care of everything, including my locker keys. That's how serious she

non-stop. The hallway buzzed with activity. I noticed a girl walking past me, and I glanced at her uniform. I had complained to Mum that my skirt was a bit sh

into me while runnin

ing at it in the hallways where the lockers a

t up and rushed toward the hallway where the lockers were located. That's exactly where I neede

ped in front of th

ong blonde hair and blue eyes dreamily sighed. I walked past them, finding myself standing in

eyes, and full pink lips curled into a cold smirk. He hadn't buttoned up his shirt, revealing his muscular and toned abs. The other boy stood at about 6

growing warm. It felt like I had known them my whole life. But could this be the mate bond? If so, did I have two mates? I widened my e

thoughts. The boy with the ponytail forcefully

ocker shut, narrowly missing Owen's hands. Gasps echoed through the hallway as the other students watched. The hallway became more crowded as students continued to arrive, eager to witness the commotion. Why were they fighting, and, most importa

expressionless. He glanced at the

nd the students began to flee from the hallway. Why were they running? I wondered. I co

up the same book that the boy with the p

two were going to make me late on the first day. I couldn't allow that. With a sigh, I walked closer to them. Owen had

words fizzled in my mouth. I gulped, feeling my breath become heavier as I nervously glanc

. Owen stared at me with a blank expression. Looking around, I realized I was

momentary distraction, I quickly slipped away toward my classroom. I could sense their intense gazes on my retreating figure. With a deep sigh, I wiped my cl

fe where nobody even noticed my existence. Th

me up and introduce yourself?" he announced, and everyone turned their attention towards me. The students all sta