Chapter 73 Top girl

Words : 1652 Updated : Sep 12th, 2025

"Come on, just try it on." Lucas held out a black button-up shirt, the material catching the shop's warm lighting. "Gustavo's stuff is different. Trust me." Noah stared at the shirt like it might bite him. The small boutique felt foreign - all polished wood and subtle lighting, nothing like the utility shops he usually frequented with Miss Harper anytime she felt be needed a few additions to his wardrobe. "I don't need-" "Yeah, yeah, you don't need charity." Lucas rolled his eyes. "Consider it an investment in tonight's entertainment. Besides," he grinned, "I'm not giving you a choice, remember?" Noah grabbed the shirt, muttering under his breath. "Abuse of power." Amanda laughed from her perch on one of the boutique's sleek chairs. "He does that sometimes." The changing room was barely bigger than a closet, mirrors on three sides reflecting Noah's scowl back at him. He changed quickly, refusing to look at his reflection until the last button was done. When he finally looked up, he paused. The shirt fit perfectly - not too tight, not too loose. The material moved with him, breathable but with enough weight to feel substantial. More importantly, it looked... different. He looked different. "You done hiding in there?" Lucas's voice carried through the door. Noah stepped out, immediately regretting it as both Lucas and Amanda fell silent. Amanda's eyes widened slightly, and something in her expression made Noah want to retreat back into the changing room. "Damn," Lucas whistled. "Told you Gustavo knows his stuff." The shop owner - a short man with carefully styled silver hair - appeared from behind a rack of clothes, beaming. "Ah, perfect fit! But..." He tapped his chin thoughtfully. "One moment." He disappeared into the back of the shop, returning with what looked like a thin silver chain. Noah started to protest, but Lucas cut him off. "Just let him work." Gustavo approached with the practiced ease of someone used to handling reluctant customers. The chain was simple but elegant, settling just above the collar of the shirt. "Now," Gustavo stepped back, satisfied. "Perfect." Lucas pulled out a slim device - barely thicker than a credit card - and tapped it against the shop's payment terminal. Numbers flashed across the screen too quickly for Noah to catch. "Don't even think about arguing about the cost," Lucas said without looking up. "Consider it payment for all those times you had my back," Amanda seemed lost at that last statement but her face depicted the "dumb blonde" stereotype. Noah closed his mouth, swallowing his objection. They left Gustavo's with Noah's old clothes in a bag, the night air cool against his exposed forearms where he'd rolled up the sleeves. "This way," Lucas led them deeper into the east wing, past the usual commercial areas and into quieter streets. The buildings here were older, their architecture a mix of modern steel and classical stone. They stopped in front of what looked like an abandoned warehouse. The windows were dark, the walls covered in old promotional posters. "You're kidding," Noah deadpanned. Lucas grinned, pulling out his phone. He tapped something, and a hidden panel in the wall slid open, revealing a sleek elevator. "After you," he gestured. The elevator descended smoothly, the sound of bass growing stronger with each floor. When the doors opened, Noah's world exploded with light and sound. The warehouse's underground levels had been transformed into something else entirely. Multiple floors connected by floating staircases created a vertical landscape of light and shadow. Holographic displays painted abstract patterns across the walls, synchronized to music that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. Students - dozens of them - filled the space. Some he recognized from classes, others were complete strangers. All of them moved to the music, lost in their own worlds or laughing with friends. "Welcome to the Rave," Lucas spread his arms wide. "Where rank doesn't matter, and neither does tomorrow." Noah stood frozen, trying to process everything. A group of third-years recognized Lucas, calling out and waving. Amanda touched Lucas's arm lightly. "I'm going to say hi to Sarah. Don't let him escape." Lucas nodded, turning back to Noah with an expectant look. "So?" Noah watched the crowd, his tactical mind automatically mapping exits like miss Brooks taught them to. But something else was happening too - a pull he couldn't quite explain. "This is insane," he said finally. "How long has this been here?" "Years. It's kind of a tradition." Lucas leaned against the railing, looking out over the crowd. "The faculty knows, of course. They just pretend they don't. Everyone needs a place to forget sometimes, even future warriors." Noah thought about his cores, about Storm's growing appetite, the war crime accusation, about all the plans and contingencies always running through his mind. *Forget*. The word echoed in his head. "One hour," he said firmly. Lucas's grin widened. "We'll see about that." The bass pulsed through the floor, through Noah's chest, and for just a moment, the weight of his responsibilities felt a little lighter. 'Surviving is living,' he wanted to say. But the words felt hollow, even in his head. Above them, the holographic displays painted the ceiling in waves of color, and Noah found himself wondering what it would be like to see them without automatically checking for blind spots. To move through a crowd without counting threats. To just... be. But he couldn't afford that luxury. Not with Storm's growing appetite. Not with the cores running low. Not with everything balanced on such a precarious edge. Could he? The music shifted, something slower but still intense, and Noah watched the crowd move with it. All these students - ranked and unranked, powerful and average - finding moments of peace in the chaos. 'Maybe,' he thought, 'that's what real strength looks like.' Noah smiled at that moment and that smile caught Lucas off guard. It wasn't his usual calculated expression, the one he wore during training or fights. This was different - almost playful. He pointed into the crowd, and Lucas followed his gesture. She moved like she existed in her own world, the lights playing off her silk dress in ways that made it look alive. The material shifted between deep purple and midnight blue, catching every beam that dared touch it. Her dark hair fell in loose waves past her shoulders, and even from here, Lucas could see the amalgamation of curves that came together in a confluence to make what was now crudely referred to as her "Body". She was beautiful, far too beautiful. Not that anyone needed the reminder. Sophia Reign. Lucas nearly choked on his drink. "You're insane." Noah's smile didn't waver. "Her or no one." "Do you even-" Lucas ran a hand through his hair, looking between Noah and Sophia like he was watching a train wreck in slow motion. "That's Sophia Reign." "I know." "Third year." "I figured." "Second-gen awakened." "Acutely aware," Truth was, Noah saw her one day, about two years ago way before he even made it into the academy and that sight stuck with him. Lucas leaned back against the bar, a mix of emotions playing across his features. Surprise, amazement, and something that looked suspiciously like fear fought for dominance. 'Of all the people,' Lucas thought. 'He had to pick the one girl even I think twice about approaching.' Sophia stood with a small group near the center of the room, but she might as well have been alone. Everyone around her existed in her orbit, while she remained untouchable at the center. "You know what?" Lucas straightened suddenly, a dangerous glint in his eye. "Fuck it, why not?" Noah raised an eyebrow. "That easy?" "Oh no, not easy at all." Lucas grinned. "But I'm Number One for a reason." He pulled out his phone, fingers moving quickly across the screen. A moment later, one of the floating displays above the dance floor flickered, text scrolling across it in elegant script: "Sophia, your presence is requested at the bar. - L.G." Noah's eyes widened slightly. "Really?" "Shut up. Watch and learn." The crowd parted as Sophia moved through it, each step deliberate and graceful. Up close, her dress was even more striking - the fabric seemed to absorb light and release it in waves, creating an effect like starlight on water. Her eyes found Lucas first, lips curving into a knowing smile. "Lucas Grey. Using the displays for personal messages now?" "Only for special occasions." Lucas's grin widened. "You're looking particularly devastating tonight." "Flattery?" She raised an eyebrow. "That's not like you." "Can't a guy compliment his classmate?" "A guy? Yes." Her eyes sparkled with amusement. "You? No." Lucas laughed, and Noah noticed how easy they were with each other - the comfortable back-and-forth of people who'd known each other through years of classes and combat training. "Fair enough." Lucas gestured to Noah. "Truth is, it's not me who wanted to talk to you." Sophia's gaze shifted to Noah, and for a moment, he felt like he was being scanned by something far more sophisticated than the academy's security systems. "My friend here," Lucas continued, already backing away from the bar, "has much better taste than I gave him credit for." And then he was gone, disappearing into the crowd with a final thumbs-up that only Noah could see. Sophia settled onto the barstool next to Noah, the movement so fluid it barely disturbed the air around her. "So," she said, her voice carrying easily over the music. "You're the one who made Number One abuse his display privileges?"

Chapter 73 Top girl

Comments (0)