Eliana was feeling good about herself, glad that the people around her see it<em>her</em>way. She couldn't help but beam with delight as the other students looked at her highly, just as she wanted. She might have made a complete fool of herself but she was made out to be the victim, with this bizarre guy that was supposedly her seatmate taking the blame. It was<em>his fault</em>, as they see it.<br/><br/><em>'This isn't so bad, after all,'</em>she thought to herself. She was now the centre of attention, light years away from being the child his father wanted to hide. Now, all she had to do is keep her secret, her being powerless, away from any of these "gifted" people. That task couldn't be any easier, as she could manipulate them to do as she wishes, given her status as the daughter of a Sun God. She had settled into her seat, when she heard the sunglass-wearing bizarro beside her speak. His words pierced her like arrows, hitting her nerve in an instant. She tried to maintain her composure, not wanting to look bad right after she looked like the victim.<br/><br/>When she was certain that the attention of the students around her were back to the things they're doing, her warm and 'friendly' facade had already dissipated halfway. She replied,<em>"What's your problem? Is this about me bumping into you on my way to this seat? Well, guess what, this is the only seat available. Plus, you should consider yourself lucky to have someone such as myself as your seatmate. And no, don't think of that as an invitation to be my acquaintance. Finally, just an advice, you better think about your explanation as to why you 'tripped' me."</em>Her tone, though hushed, was audibly annoyed.<br/><br/>Eliana returned her attention to the front of the class, bringing back the forced smile on her face, waiting to see what the professor would do about the problem that was her seatmate. She crossed her arms, sat back and relaxed in her chair as the teacher's voice boomed out once again,<em>"Mr. Tarquin, did you not hear what I said?"</em><br/><br/>Those words were just what she wanted to hear. She turned back to her seatmate and spoke,<em>"So, Tarquin, isn't it?"</em>A tone of great obnoxiousness can be heard from her words.<em>"I told you so. Good luck on explaining yourself as they clearly see me, the self-righteous princess that you say, as the victim."</em>