Dainty fingers worked on the translucent lucid screen of the Red Diamond iPhone 5, thumbing and swiping with light strokes.

He was on the WhatsApp messenger app.

Clicked on a contact—with some exotic location as its display picture.

╭══• ೋ•✧๑♡๑✧•ೋ •══╮
🍁イ什モ イ凵ら什 ㄈ乚凵乃🌻 

╰══• ೋ•✧๑♡๑✧•ೋ •══╯

...and the name opened up to display a chat-screen filled with colourful and fancy lettering characters, emojis.

He was about eighty to ninety-nine percent damn sure they were in classes, taking lessons, and chatting as newer messages kept popping up in the group chat.

A conversation between two girls stuck out the most:

     +234 806 213 992 1          ~shawti•choc 🍫🍷
     mehn, had a romp last 9t. It was nothing like I             evr xperienced

     +1 225 333 012          ~lush~sparkling~red 💄 💅
     oh yeah.. wit who?

     +234 806 213 992 1          ~shawti•choc 🍫🍷
     nah, not telling. not spillin' his identity

     +1 225 333 012          ~lush~sparkling~red 💄 💅
     lol. duh. it's naht az if it could be ren georgeson            💕

     +234 806 213 992 1          ~shawti•choc 🍫🍷
     ...

     +1 225 333 012          ~lush~sparkling~red 💄 💅
     huh? 😱 what?? Tell me it's naht him!!!                           adhyjgefjbgh .you freaking had sex with ren?!

     +234 806 213 992 1          ~shawti•choc 🍫🍷
     hahaha... jkkk... nt him. I wish... :(

     +1 225 333 012          ~lush~sparkling~red 💄 💅
     U can.

     +234 806 213 992 1          ~shawti•choc 🍫🍷
     *scoffs.*

     +1 225 333 012          ~lush~sparkling~red 💄 💅
     Yes, u dnt know. If u tryy.. maybe thru his sister...

     +234 806 213 992 1          ~shawti•choc 🍫🍷
     how? I don't evn c him. Dt guy is a hermit. he              hardly goes public.

     Aedar O'Hare        
     Or he's a woman. 😏

     +1 225 333 012          ~lush~sparkling~red 💄 💅
     Shut up Aedar.

     Aedar O'Hare
     I'm serious. Maybe he can't have sex a woman,          or he's gay, or even a virgin!. I mean has he ever         had a gf huh? Anyone claimed to have slept                 with him? Seen pics even leaked anywhere?

     +234 806 213 992 1          ~shawti•choc 🍫🍷
     welll, he kuld be saving himself, yunno... d                  committed, one-woman kind of guy waitin' to giv      his all to a single gurl...

     +234 909 010 235 5         ~HaraelWinters 🐕
     aww... a virgin boy...

Skipped texts.

     +234 812 676 629 1         ~MaestroRow 👑🎻...
     Or he might be bad.
     Like really really bad. Even badder than you                 Aedar. Maybe he do f-ck girls, use them, do dirty      stuff... he's so damn rich he could get away with it.
    And keeps it a secret from the world. Make the
   girls swear to secrecy.

He cursed, a waft of breath.

     Aedar O'Hare
     Hey, don't you dare compare me to that
     skinny, goody-two-shoes twig. I'm
     BADDER and BETTER than him in every
     way.

     +353 91 221 7 68       ~dripping_magenta
     and why would he not want people to know
     about his 'relationships'?

     Samuel Ife Lockhart
     Because...his father? He's Georgeson kid.
     think he'd do anythin to tarnish his image?

Skimmed through more texts.

     +234 812 676 629 1         ~MaestroRow 👑🎻...
            [Aedar O'Hare
             Hey, don't you dare compare me
            to that skinny, goody-two-shoes twig.
           I'm BADDER and BETTER than him in
          every way.]

     Oh really? Are you living in reality at all?
     You seriously think you stand a chance
     next to Ren?
     HAHA. with his fame, and influence,
     and 'resources', fan-girls etc.
     Even your girl'd be dying to lay him. 😂
     😂

     +234 705 846 910 0         ~Erioluwa Abang
     N u never left d confines of ure gated mansion.
     alwyz yapping frm behnd a keyboard n threatenin
     d cowering little Tushers

     Aedar O'Hare
     Say that one more time and I'll show you just
     how wrong your assertions are.

     +234 705 846 910 0         ~Erioluwa Abang
     U cn try nw

     Aedar O'Hare
     Bitch.

     +234 705 846 910 0         ~Erioluwa Abang
     P*ssy

Ren observed on, for a few more seconds the exchange going on, masked behind his invisibility, and unknown.

Faceless, he was. And clueless, they were.

To the fact that he was there in their midst, all their discussion laid bare to him. They thought nothing more of him, or his display name—Death'xEdge—other than some rich, snazzy snub in their exclusive group chat created for the richest, poshest, and prettiest kids of important figures whom are friends.

He loved his privacy and reclusivity so much. Hardly he messaged, and barely anyone have his private phone number.

Because it'd keep being circulated and he'd have to deal with random messages from strangers and gossips trying to poke their noses in his affair.

He'd almost fell for one. It was a popular radio station. An on-air personality from there.

He or she got had gotten his number and chatted him up, pretending to be one of the student-guests at Renee's twelfth birthday party. An incident had occurred, leaking to the outside world. A young, clueless girl seemingly had been dared to enter the pool and stay underwater for eighty seconds. An adult came along in time to see her gasping and flapping her limbs for life. She was saved, and it was being filmed the whole time.

It was a dirty case and one of the most scandalous issue at Ruthanne that's had to be cleared with much damage control. And that was that the girl was a professional swimmer, an International competitions winner and went in of her own volition.

The OAP had gotten to Ren prior to the release of that response, probing him with words to make him recount the events until he noticed the questions were too organic, scripted. He checked the person's profile picture and he got his proof, an inconspicuous logo of their company in the background.
He's never given his number to or chatted with a stranger since then, following an admonition from his Dad nor shared anything about himself.

His life and feelings are things he guarded jealously.

He exited the App and pocketed the phone,
stood in a fluid move and made for the corridor out of the lair. He slid out the room to first floor and out of the Residence building.

Outside, the sun glowered on the rooftops of Ruthanne Georgeson.

Ren took a sharp left turn, walking briskly down the colonnade as the sun - its shafts sneaking beneath the arched roof, licked at his skin.

It was so pleasant. His favourite kind of weather.

The glossy, glaring kind of sunshine.

Signified to him brightness and hope and life; a rarity in his greyish world.

He reached the six-storied General Classrooms Block and went in, made for the elevator to the third floor where the Senior Secondary School 1 (S.S.S 1) classes for general subjects are while ignoring the heads turning at his appearance.

It was respectfully silent in the hallways. Every breaths held as if daring to take in air at the same time he was was a capital crime.

Ren almost rolled his eyes, but managed to keep his coolly blank expression in check.

ENGLISH LANGUAGE — a door announced, its brown frame reflecting on the gleaming white tiles.

Ren pushed the door in to reveal a class of two occupants.

He was dazed.

The students, too, but for completely different reasons.

"Where's every one?" His wafer-thin-and-coated voice flowed out.

They stared back — eyes enrupting, disbelieving what is happening to them.

Ren? Speaking?

And to them of all people! Who ... are they?

Their mouths was a hollow tube, gaping and seriously at a loss for sound.

Ren cocked a brow, drilling his question.

"A-at the auditorium," one managed to sputtered, her eyeballs still dangling out.

"Thank you," he said, and pulled the door back, closing it. What the heck is happening at the auditorium?

He made his way out again, out from under the colonnade and walking across the open field to the auditorium.

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          It was a scene before him. A rather interesting one going on on him opening the door, behind it.

Morgan, Renee, Elijah, Ivie, Carolyne, and other Blue Diadems and Diamonds closed in on a girl, making a spectacle of her.

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A/N: I'm glad to be back here. :) after such a long time. I was busy with some exam for college and this story reeally needs my attention and dedication - there was no way I could focus on it while reading. x sorry to keep y'all waiting for an update.

please share your thoughts about Ren's character... I'd love to see how you view him.

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~Distinctive-.