The classroom emptied slowly, the lingering shock of Jayden's unprecedented move hanging heavy in the air. Anya stood frozen, her mouth slightly agape, replaying the scene in her mind.
Jayden King Walton, defending that scholarship girl against Cassia? It was an act so far outside the established social order that it felt like the very foundations of Charterhouse had momentarily buckled.
Cassia, however, was beyond shock. A raw, wounded fury simmered beneath her carefully constructed composure. She stared at the empty doorway where Jayden and Louisa had disappeared, her chest heaving with suppressed rage.
Humiliation burned in her cheeks. Not only had that nobody dared to wear her irreplaceable dress, but Jayden… Jayden had publicly sided with her.
"Did… did that just happen?" Anya finally stammered, her voice barely a whisper.
Cassia rounded on her, her eyes blazing. "Of course it happened, Anya! Did you see it? He just… he just took her hand and walked away! Like I was nothing!"
The hurt in her voice was quickly overtaken by a surge of anger. "And that… that thief! Wearing my dress, lying to my face!"
"But… why would Jayden do that?" Anya asked, her brow furrowed in confusion. "He's always… well, he's always been on our side."
"Has he?" The question hung in the air, laced with a newfound doubt. Cassia's mind flashed back to Jayden's recent aloofness, the subtle distance that had grown between them since their breakup.
Had she been too caught up in her own world to notice something shifting?
"That… that charity case," Cassia spat, the venom in her voice palpable. "She must have done something. Manipulated him somehow."
"Jayden? Manipulated?" Anya scoffed, but even her tone lacked conviction.
Cassia's gaze hardened. "There has to be a reason. And I will find it. I will find out why he defended her, and I will make that little nobody pay for this humiliation. And for daring to touch something that was mine. Something… special."
Her voice softened for a fleeting moment, a hint of the deep affection she once held for Jayden coloring her words. "Something he gave me."
She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. "Anya, I need you to find out everything you can about Louisa Wren. Everything. Who her friends are, where she comes from, what her connection to that laundromat is… everything. And I want to know why Jayden acted the way he did. There has to be more to this than meets the eye."
Anya, seeing the raw fury and hurt in her best friend's eyes, nodded quickly. "Of course, Cassia. I'll find out everything."
As the last few students trickled out of the classroom, Cassia stood like a statue, her gaze fixed on the empty doorway, her mind already plotting her next move.
The game had changed, and Cassia Blackwood was not one to back down from a challenge, especially when her pride and her past were involved.
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The sleek, obsidian black of Jayden's Flying Spur sedan purred to a silent stop in front of a modern, glass-and-steel villa that stood in stark contrast to the brownstones of Tribeca.
The city lights were beginning to twinkle as the last vestiges of sunset faded from the sky. Jayden, followed by Ashtray and Jason, stepped out onto the cobblestone street.
The air, cooler and carrying the distinct urban hum of Manhattan, was a far cry from the manicured lawns of Charterhouse.
Ashtray, adjusting the expensive leather jacket slung over his shoulder, finally broke the comfortable silence that had filled the luxurious car ride.
"King," he began, his voice casual but with an underlying note of genuine inquiry, "what the hell was that back there?"
Jayden offered a nonchalant shrug as he gestured towards the imposing entrance of his villa. "Just… expediting a rather tedious melodrama."
"Tedious?" Jason echoed, still clearly bewildered as they followed Jayden up the short flight of steps to the front door. "You basically took the scholarship girl's side against Cassia. Cassia, man. That's not exactly your MO."
Ashtray nodded in agreement, his gaze sharp as he watched Jayden unlock the door. "Yeah, and it's not just today. Remember lunch yesterday? You actually went down to their table. Talked to her. That's... unprecedented."
Jayden stepped inside, the spacious, minimalist interior illuminated by recessed lighting. He tossed his car keys onto a polished steel console. "You two are acting as if I've suddenly sprouted wings and started singing opera. It was a minor social correction."
"A 'correction' that involved publicly siding with the charity case who was wearing Cassia's ridiculously expensive dress?" Ashtray raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Come on, King. There's more to it than that."
Jason, chimed in, his confusion evident. "Yeah, and you even knew about the dress! You called it 'hard to forget'. What's the deal?"
Jayden walked towards the expansive floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, his usual cool demeanor returning, though a flicker of something unreadable danced in his blue eyes as he gazed at the urban sprawl.
"Let's just say I have an… anthropological interest in observing how different species interact within the Charterhouse ecosystem."
Ashtray snorted, dropping onto a sleek, modern couch. "Scholarship kids aren't some exotic wildlife documentary, King. And you were looking at her like she was more than just a specimen." He paused, a knowing glint in his eyes.
"You haven't been this… invested in someone's drama since… well, since Cassia, back in sophomore year."
Jayden's jaw tightened almost imperceptibly at the mention of his former love. He turned from the window, his gaze distant.
"Don't read too much into it, Ash. Sometimes, the most interesting disruptions come from the least expected sources."
He walked further into the villa, leaving Ashtray and Jason to exchange their usual bewildered glances.
"What do you think that was about?" Jason muttered, sinking into another minimalist chair.
Ashtray shook his head, his gaze following Jayden's retreating figure. "No damn clue. But King's definitely got something brewing. And for some reason, it's got everything to do with that scholarship girl."
The glittering cityscape outside mirrored the complex and uncertain path the social dynamics at Charterhouse, and now even Jayden's personal life, were taking. The night in Tribeca held the unspoken question of Jayden's true intentions.