The Academy's Terminally Ill Side Character Chapter 93: The Monday Drama [1]

Mondays always co faster than you want them to.

When I was a kid, I used to whisper the sa wish every Sunday night—"Please, God, just this once... don’t let Monday co."

It never worked.

No matter how hard I wished, I still woke up Monday morning, backpack slung over my shoulder, heading to school like clockwork.

Last night, I caught myself making the sa stupid wish.

And just like always, God ignored .

Honestly... I don’t think He exists.

If you want sothing in life, don’t leave it up to so higher power. Just take it yourself.

Click—

Sliding open the classroom door, I ca face-to-face with the last person I wanted to see first thing in the morning.

Miss Buttcheeks.

She was sitting on my chair. Again. Like she owned it. Like it was her throne and she was doing a favor by blessing it with her presence.

People whispered around her, so snickering, so eyeing her like she’d grown two heads. But as always, she didn’t give a single damn.

She never learns, I sighed internally.

Well, it’s not like I could kick her off the seat.

"Oh? Look who finally showed up. Morning, loser."

Right on cue, she flashed that annoyingly bright smile, patting the seat next to her as if I was supposed to be happy she saved a spot on my own desk.

"You miss over the weekend?" she asked. "Be honest. I missed you."

...What the hell did she eat for breakfast?

"I was waiting, you know. You’re not mad that I sat on your desk again, right?"

"No," I replied flatly.

"Oh? Why so polite all of a sudden? We’re the sa age, you know. No need to act like a teacher’s pet."

Around us, whispers started to pick up. So students were clearly entertained, while others looked confused. But the ones who looked the most pissed? Her old friends.

One of them finally stomped over.

"You’ve got no sha, Kiera. Seriously, how can you act so fake after everything you pulled?"

Kiera tilted her head like a clueless puppy. "What do you an? I’m just talking with my dear classmate."

Then she turned to , smiling sweetly. "Hey, by the way... ever heard of Dreswyn?"

"...Dreswyn?" I blinked. "Nope. What’s that, a brand of toothpaste?"

"Wow. You really live under a rock, huh?" she said, teasing.

Bitch.

Of course, I didn’t say that out loud. I’m an adult—ntally, anyway—and adults don’t swear at kids. Not out loud.

anwhile, her old friend was getting visibly annoyed, crossing her arms and glaring.

"Hey, loser," Kiera said, suddenly shifting her tone. "I’ve been thinking. I figured out what went wrong between us. It wasn’t really a big deal before... you know... that happened."

By that, she obviously ant the rumors. The bullying. The weird vendetta she started for no reason.

Her ex-friend scoffed. "Cat got your tongue now? Why aren’t you answering , huh?! You ignoring like we’re not even here?"

Kiera didn’t even glance her way. Just sat there, swinging her legs and playing innocent.

"...Do you sll sothing bad?" she asked suddenly, wrinkling her nose. "It’s like soone left a sewer lid open."

Ahh. So that’s what she’s doing.

Since I hadn’t outright rejected her, she was trying to cozy up to again, pretending we were on good terms. That way, if her old friends called her out, she could spin the narrative: "See? We’re fine now. You’re the ones making drama."

It was smart. Petty, but smart. The kind of move you’d expect from the self-proclaid Queen of Instigation—whose magical affinity might’ve been low, but whose talent for stirring chaos was practically legendary.

"I don’t sll anything," I replied dryly. "But I do see soone acting shaless again."

She giggled. "You must have a dull nose then. I feel like throwing up just sitting next to certain people."

Her old friend clenched her fists. "Listen to this bitch—!"

"Oh? I’m sorry," Kiera said sweetly, her tone soaked in fake innocence. "Was that ant for , or were you just describing yourself?"

That did it.

Her ex-friend lunged at her, face twisted with rage, but soone from behind grabbed her by the arm and held her back before things could explode.

anwhile, Kiera just smiled at like we were at so cozy afternoon tea.

She wasn’t the violent type. Not unhinged, not loud. But she knew how to stir chaos. Get under people’s skin. Twist words until they snapped. And then she’d sit back, watching it all burn like it was entertainnt.

And now, apparently, she was back to using as her favorite target.

Lucky .

Not that she could actually do anything to .

Honestly, the way she hovered around lately, I was starting to think it wasn’t about power or revenge.

Maybe she was just... lonely.

Which, frankly, was kind of pathetic.

But I didn’t say anything. There was still so use in keeping her around. Even a snake can serve a purpose if you know how to handle it.

Kiera’s ex-friend finally cald down enough to speak, though the annoyance in her voice was still sharp.

"Hey, idiot—I an, Rin," she said, shooting a look. "Don’t fall for her sweet act. You do know what she’s really like, right? Shallow. That’s who she is. A shallow, manipulative ss."

I blinked.

Did she just call an idiot?

Wow.

Now she was on my list too.

I sighed, rubbing my temples.

"I swear," I muttered, "it’s barely 8 a.m. and I’ve already t the two most shaless people on campus."

"Aww, don’t say that," Kiera cooed, completely unbothered. "Wouldn’t you at least pick ? I’m just shaless—she cos with bad breath too."

So you admit you’re shaless, huh?

Good to have so self-awareness, I guess.

Also, no. I’m not picking sides.

I hate you both.

"You bitch!"

"Oh, hush. There’s this annoying mutt yapping near my desk. Soone should really deal with it before it makes the place sll like desperation."

If I had the power, I would’ve thrown both of them out the window by now.

And why, of all places, did this have to happen right next to my desk?

Where the hell is Ryen? Isn’t he supposed to be the protagonist? Shouldn’t he be handling this ss?

As if on cue, Ryen’s voice finally cut through the tension, sharp and frustrated.

"Enough. Both of you," he snapped, stepping forward. "What the hell are you doing? First thing in the morning, seriously? If you’ve got an issue, settle it sowhere else. Privately."

His eyes swept across the classroom.

"You’re disturbing everyone—and let’s be real, the one you’re bothering most is Rin himself. And I’m pretty sure he didn’t wake up today hoping for front-row seats to your drama."

Finally, soone said it.

The class went quiet. Kiera gave a smug shrug, her ex-friend muttered sothing under her breath, and I just sat there, ice cold inside, wondering why I ever left my bed.

Next ti, I’m faking a fever.

But I know that if I do the next thing I know would Professor Lena checking up on .

And that would exposed my lie.

Agh!!!

God, I really hate mondays in the world.