Chapter 5

Chloe was a high school senior, and my high school days were far behind me.

Luckily, she didn’t seem very popular at school. I spent the whole morning sitting in her seat, and no one came to say hello or even seemed to notice me.

Now, all the students were in gym class, but I had faked being sick to stay in the classroom.

Chloe’s social life wasn’t my biggest concern right now—her grades were.

I stared at her math test, with a score of 35, and fell into deep thought.

I glanced at Chloe, who was floating around the room. She must have thought I had a question because she drifted over to me. I gestured to the test with a nod of my head, and when she saw the score, she looked embarrassed. I shot her a cold glare. She fussed with her hair, her eyes darting around.

This was a top-tier high school. With grades like this, she had to be at the very bottom.

I couldn’t help but ask, “How did you even get into this school?”

Chloe responded lazily, “Because Ricky Shane goes here. I had to attend this school—he won’t let me out of his sight.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Is Ricky smart?”

“He’s the top student in the school.”

I was surprised. I hadn’t expected that.

Chloe then asked, “The Reaper said you were smart. Were you a good student in high school?”

I shrugged nonchalantly, “I was top of my class.”

Being number one was no big deal to me, so I didn’t think much of Chloe’s wide-eyed, astonished expression.

I propped my chin on my hand and began flipping through her test. Even if I took the test with my eyes closed, I wouldn't have gotten such a low score.

Chloe continued, “What college did you go to?”

Without much thought, I answered, “Harvard.”

Chloe blinked, clearly surprised. “Ricky wants to go to Harvard too.”

I scoffed internally. Whether Ricky went to Harvard or any other top school was none of my concern. I had no intention of helping Chloe send him to the afterlife, nor did I know how long I would even be stuck in this body.

For now, I was just taking things day by day.

I was mentally solving one of the math problems when a dark shadow loomed over my desk, followed by a familiar low, raspy voice. “You’re not feeling well?”

I looked up, startled to see Ricky Shane standing over me. The sight of him made my chest tighten, this body’s natural response to his presence.