Timothy simply grabbed a drink from the table, a non-alcoholic one and took a sip.
"Don't mind me. Act like I'm not here," he said, making his way to the back of the lounge.
Some of the guys immediately took on an air of superiority, trying to oppress him.
They still saw him as the same old Timothy, the one they used to call "Small Tim."
He knew why.
He had left school halfway through, not because of bad grades, but because of the school's clear bias against him.
The place was filled with rich kids, and he had never belonged there.
So he had switched schools.
Even now, his eyes kept drifting back to the person who had invited him here.
Sophia.
And for some reason, he kept blaming himself.
The party continued.
The drinking wound down.
Then came introductions.
Apparently, most of them had gone on to prestigious universities.
Others had awakened abilities, some unranked, some already high-ranked at C and B.
And then there was Sophia's brother, Ralph.
