No one's POV:

"Ma'am, please take a deep breath," the nurse instructed soothingly.

The woman obeyed, her tears flowing uncontrollably as she faced the intimidating sight of four nurses and two doctors, each armed with sharp medical instruments.

"One final push," the head doctor announced.

The woman exhaled forcefully, her tears persisting until the room was filled with the sound of a newborn's cries.

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed joyously. "My son..."

With tender affection, she kissed her newborn's forehead before the nurses whisked him away. The main doctor gently placed an oxygen mask over her face, and soon, she drifted into sleep.

A warm embrace awakened her. It was her husband.

"Congratulations, darling," he said, his smile beaming with pride.

He leaned in to kiss her just as there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," her husband called out.

The nurse entered, cradling the baby in her arms.

"We're pleased to see you awake, Mrs. Whitelock," the nurse said kindly.

Margi eagerly reached out for her baby, a radiant smile gracing her face, as the nurse placed the bundle in her arms and quietly exited the room.

"We haven't decided on a name yet," Theodore remarked.

Margi pondered for a moment. 

"How about Alexander?"

Theodore shook his head.

 "No, Margi... What about Harold?"

Margi wrinkled her nose. "Isn't that too old-fashioned, Theodore?"

The nurse reentered the room, sensing their indecision.

"Feeling a bit overwhelmed?" she asked with a gentle smile. "You can always ask for assistance, you know."

"Please, dear," Margi pleaded. "Could you suggest a name?"

"I was thinking of Dante," the nurse offered.

Margi and Theodore exchanged a glance before turning their attention to their newborn son.

"Dante... Dante Whitelock?" Theodore repeated softly. "It's perfect."

As if in response, Dante's eyes fluttered open, a small smile gracing his lips. Margi and Theodore exchanged a look of mutual understanding, interpreting the smile as a sign of agreement.

"He smiled!" Margi exclaimed with joy. "My baby smiled!"

(14 years later)

Dante's POV:

"DANTE!" My mother's voice echoed from the other room, breaking the morning silence.

"Yes, Mom?" I responded, my voice betraying a hint of impatience.

"You're running late for your first day of school," she reminded me, her tone tinged with concern.

"Right..." I sighed, a sense of déjà vu washing over me.

Quickly, I prepared myself and made my way to the kitchen for breakfast.

"Where's Dad?" I inquired, not bothering to hide my urgency as I attacked my pancake with a fork.

"He's waiting by the car," Mom replied, her voice carrying a note of resignation.

With a sense of urgency, I wolfed down my breakfast, bidding my mother a hasty farewell before heading to the garage to find my father.

"Morning, Dad," I greeted as I approached the car.

"Morning, Dante!" Dad responded with a warm smile. "Ready for your first day?"

I buckled myself in, the anticipation palpable in the air.

"Absolutely," I affirmed, though a trace of uncertainty lingered beneath the surface.

As Dad started the engine, we embarked on the journey to my new school, the weight of expectation hanging heavy in the air.

"Hurry up, Dad," I urged, unable to contain my impatience.

"Wouldn't want a ticket, now, would we?" Dad teased a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Um, no, we wouldn't," I replied with a wry smile, though my mind was elsewhere.

Upon arriving at the school, I bid my father farewell and stepped out of the car, greeted by the sight of Fox waiting eagerly by the gate.

"DANTE!" she called out, her enthusiasm infectious.

Making my way over to her, I returned her embrace, feeling a sense of comfort in her presence.

"Oh, Fox, we were starting to worry!" a voice chimed in, drawing our attention.

Turning to face the newcomers, I offered a polite nod, though my mind was preoccupied with thoughts of the day ahead.

The bell rang, signalling the start of our first class, and I followed Fox and the others, a sense of familiarity settling over me as we made our way to the library.

Finding an empty seat opposite a blonde girl engrossed in her book, I hesitated for a moment before approaching.

"Mind if I join you?" I asked, a polite smile gracing my lips.

She looked up, meeting my gaze with a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

"Not at all," she replied, gesturing for me to take a seat.

Taking my place beside her, I couldn't shake the feeling of déjà vu that washed over me, a sense of familiarity lingering in the air.

As the teacher called for silence, I couldn't help but reflect on the twists and turns that had brought me to this moment, and the uncertainties that lay ahead.

"Dante Whitelock," I replied, meeting her gaze. "And yours?"

"Evangeline Gray," she responded, her voice soft yet assertive.

"I'll call you Evie if that's agreeable," I suggested, a faint smile playing on my lips.

"I like being called Evie," she said with a nod, her eyes returning to her book.

Evie turned a page, her movements graceful and deliberate.

"You're new here, aren't you?" Evie asked, her curiosity evident.

"Yes," I confirmed, adjusting my posture slightly.

"Care for a tour?" Evie offered a hint of hospitality in her tone.

"Why not?" I accepted, intrigued by her invitation.

A vibrant redhead approached our group, her face adorned with makeup that accentuated her features, and her eyes emanated confidence.

"Evangeline," she addressed, her tone casual yet inviting. "Mind if I join you?"

She gestured towards the empty seat beside Evie, a friendly smile gracing her lips.

"Of course," Evie replied warmly.

With a smile, the redhead pulled out the seat and settled into it gracefully. Her gaze shifted to me, and she flashed a friendly grin.

"You're the new student in our class, right?" she inquired.

"Yeah," I confirmed with a nod.

"I'm Crissie Hart," she introduced herself, extending her hand in greeting. "And you are?"

"The name's Dante Whitelock," I replied, reciprocating the gesture with a firm handshake.

After meeting these two, I made sure they got along with Fox, Micheal and Noah. I joined the school with popularity. I was pretty popular in my old school for my appearance. I remembered my school wanted to host a party because I was leaving. I rejected it with a smile and left with sadness from the students. 

The next day, I decided to go make friends with others. If my popularity increased, I would surely find out who cursed me. It was also a great way to warn everyone of the fourth supernova.

(...)

As the Friday afternoon sunlight streamed through the window, I found myself seated comfortably on Fox's plush bean bag, while she mirrored my position opposite me. Across the room, Evie's gaze wandered over the rows of untouched books adorning Fox's shelves.

"Why haven't you delved into these?" Evie inquired, her curiosity piqued.

Fox shrugged nonchalantly. "Honestly, they're not my cup of tea. They do add a touch of vintage charm to the room, though."

"Books aren't just decor, Fox," Evie retorted, a hint of playful admonishment in her voice.

"Says the bookworm," Fox teased, a mischievous glint in her eye.

Before their banter could escalate further, I intervened, hoping to maintain peace. "Alright, let's not argue over books."

"Mind if I borrow one, then?" Evie asked, her eyes lingering on a particularly intriguing title.

"No way! That's the gem of my collection!" Fox protested, her voice rising in dismay.

"Must you be so dramatic?" I interjected, trying to suppress a smile.

"Sorry, I can't help it," Fox quipped, her tone filled with mock innocence.

"I fear my eardrums may not survive this conversation," Evie joked, a playful grin on her lips.

"You'll manage, I'm sure," Fox replied, her playful demeanour unfazed.

A sharp knock echoed through the room, and Fox's mother stormed in, her expression a mixture of annoyance and concern.

"Hey, Mom," Fox greeted with a nervous grin.

"This is the hundredth time I've told you-" her mother began, her tone stern.

"Sorry, Mom, I'll try to." Fox started to apologize.

"Stop what?" Her mother interrupted, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"Uh, nothing," Fox replied, attempting to diffuse the tension with humour. "Just the usual banter with Evie."

"I don't care who you argue with!" Her mother snapped. "Evie's a sweet, well-behaved girl. Show some respect."

Fox rolled her eyes as Evie flashed a playful smirk, unfazed by the comment.

"I want you to lower your voice!" Her mother continued, her frustration evident. "This house should be a sanctuary of peace."

"And what about you?" Fox retorted, her tone tinged with defiance.

Her mother sighed, a hint of exasperation evident in her expression.

"Anyway, it's getting late for you two," she redirected her attention to us. "Evie, your dad's probably worried-"

"I don't have parents," Evie interjected matter-of-factly.

A sombre silence fell over the room as Fox's mother realized her mistake.

"I'm sorry, Evie, I didn't mean to" she began apologetically.

"It's fine," Evie assured her, her voice devoid of emotion. "Mr. Gray usually works late anyway."

A flicker of concern passed over Fox's mother's face at the mention of Evie's father's late hours and potential drinking habits.

"Perhaps you could stay the night?" she suggested tentatively. "It's no trouble at all."

"I wouldn't want to impose," Evie declined politely. "I've already been here for a while. Thank you, though, Mrs. Laurier."

Her mother offered a small smile. "Anytime, Evie. Don't hesitate to ask if you need anything."

"Thanks, Mrs. Laurier," Evie replied with a grateful nod. "Goodbye then-"

"Just a moment," I interjected, suddenly feeling the urge to accompany her.

I reached out and grasped her hand, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks at the unexpected contact. Why did her touch affect me so profoundly? In my previous lives, Evie and I had never been particularly close.

"I'll walk you out," I offered, attempting to hide my sudden nervousness.

"Very gentlemanly of you, Dante," Mrs. Laurier commented with a warm smile.

"No trouble at all," I replied, trying to sound casual.

"Alright then..." Evie replied, letting go of my hand.

"I will take my leave then," I said, smiling at both of them.

"See you at school!" Fox waved.

(...)

Chapter 2 is over!! <3

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What is your MBTI?

I am an INFP...Though people think I am very extroverted...