Three ㅡ Sunday.
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"I know that baking isn't my forté but what the hell is this?" You glowered forlornly at the burnt cookies laying on the parchment paper attached to the stainless tray. Knew it. You shouldn't have even tried this in the first place when you were mindful of the reality that you were only capable of eating rather than actually making the dish.

"Don't look so down. You're only a beginner at this so I'm sure that you could make something edible soon with enough practice," Enki's lines of support made you feel worse since he, too, had expressed out loud that your baking wasn't safe for consumption. 

"I'm sure that they taste great!" He tried to cover up his earlier statement once he saw your sunken face by taking one of the... desserts, if you could even call it that, and popped them inside his mouth. You could see the building up of sweat on his temples and how he was making an attempt to ensure that his face didn't contort into something that would reveal what he was actually feeling. "They're so... deliㅡ" 

Thud.

The sound of his head making contact with the counter of the kitchen. "Why did you even do that?" You gave him a glass of water quickly so that the contents of the abomination you've made could slide down his throat more easily. "Do not fret... I became like this because it was so scrumptious..." Lie. Though, you appreciated his assays in trying to make you feel better.

"That's so sweet of you but even 'I' wouldn't even dare to put this inside my mouth," you loured at the cookie you picked up as you inspected it. And for the love of gods, was it even possible for it to emit a sinister aura?

"Let's try this again, shall we?" Enki said between coughs. At this point, you just wanted to stop and give the whole thing up entirely, yet he was just so absorbed in making you believe that you could still improve.

And thus, the whole day was spent with Enki teaching you all of his knowledge when it came to Culinary Arts, but even then, you being a hopeless case couldn't ever be changed.
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Twoㅡ Monday
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"Thank you, Sir Driver Lance!" Enki bowed a full ninety degrees. Driver Lance just sheepishly chuckled before waving the kid off, "Sir, you're practically ranks higher than me so no need to do that."

"But Sirㅡ" While Enki was still bowing, you signed for your driver to quickly leave or else this conversation wouldn't end. Understanding what you were denoting, he nodded at you before going off on his merry way. "Huh? Where is he?" Enki's head swished from side to side as he searched for the man he was hitherto talking to. Patting his back, you redirected him towards the campus so that he'd just move on from that whole event, "He's in a better place now."

What miffed you was that as you two walked past the foyers, eyes were on you both and even if they tried to discreetly do it, their murmurings were just too obvious. 

"Oh! A loser and another loser being in a relationship, just as expected!" A girl with black locks protruded into view, along with her underlings and came that irritating high pitched laugh followed by those that were behind her. Just who was this lass? Oh. Now you remember it. 

Clementine Morris. If you could recall it, she was the daughter of a viscount. She also was so determined to bully our dear Enki, with the latter unable to fight back because he knew he wouldn't win against her. She would tamper on his textbooks, trip him in a crowded area, and even humiliate him in front of the masses. All the while being unabashed of the truth that her household is of a lower class than his. No one would even intervene because they wouldn't get anything out of it, so every time that something like that happened, they'd treat it as a form of amusement instead. You remembered that after reading the part of this bitㅡ girl getting massacred on the latter chapters of the book, you felt so much satisfaction it was incomprehensible. Even more when Enki was the one who did it after his agro overpowered his rational thinking.

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In the novel, the ranking that is used are as follows (in a descending order): 

Duke, Marquess, Earl, Viscount, and Baron.

Your power and influence in a certain area is fully dependent on your level. So if you are a Baron competing with an Earl, it is pretty much self-explanatory as to who would win.  

For the characters in the book, the rank of Yukio's family is clearly prominent due to his father being a Duke, same goes with Jiryu and the Rosses as well. The Astrix siblings are a Marquess and the Clorénvales are an Earl. And lastly, the Ramonas (Kane's family name) are a Viscount, with Kozan's family having the same rank.

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Feeling Enki grabbing unto your arm as he hid behind you, you chise to act as a wall to protect him from this she-devil. "I'm sorry... If it weren't for me, this wouldn't have happened..." He said in a hushed volume, and if you could without the nosy eyes of all the other tutees, you would embrace him and reprieve him with your articulations

"Enki, would you mind going a little further away? I wouldn't want you to be here in case things hit the skids," he was about to go against you, but after a moment of thinking, he followed your instructions for he didn't pine for burdening you any further.

"What is this? So sweet of you to make your boyfriend feel at ease," she wore a repugnant grin and you hankered for nothing more than to punch that look on her face away. Stay calm, Y/n. You breathed in and out to compose yourself, and by good fortune, it worked.

You remained silent, not giving in to her provoking. "What? Staying soundless because that puny brain of yours can't think of anything smart to say?" She walked closer to you and poked her finger on your chest. 

Swerving your gaze away from her, you just suspired before finally parting your lips to let the sentence escape from your mouth. "I just find it a waste of time to reply to someone who is beneath me." 

Were those fights from those dramas actually happening to you?

Yes.

And you've now decided to use all the arguments you practised in the shower to make this harpy realize that she shouldn't have brawled with you.

"It's really funny how a mere Viscountess brazened herself enough to go and be antagonistic towards the children of a Duke and an Earl. Seriously, how could someone with a 'puny' brain like yours even got into this school?" This time, you were the one to take a step towards her. She backed away from you, and you could see the startlement in her eyes for she didn't expect you to actually fight back.

"But especially the pickney of a Viscount? Do you even have enough money to pay your bills after you sold every property you have just to get into Royal Brix? No offense to those who are of that standing that are here, I'm only pertaining to Lady Clementine here." Just a disclaimer since you didn't want to make any enemies with anyone. But look at her, she's juddering because of agitation? Rage? You didn't know which one it is, but seeing her upset because of you made you feel content. 

"The audacity of you to go against Lady Clemenㅡ" Her subject intervened but you post-haste shut her up. "If you're connected to this lowlife, your opinion is irrelevant." You gave her a thumbs down and you could spot her physically shrinking away.

"Just because Yukio talks to you doesn't mean that you can act so superior!" Hah? What was this bitch talking about? Wasn't she the one who created this spiel? 

But oh. A fan of Yukio who was acting this way. Without pretence, you weren't really nonplussed that something like this happened. Yet it was just so cliché for a squabble to start because of a guy. Yuck.

"Don't just go and start putting the blame on meㅡ" She went ahead and pushed you with all of her strength causing you to fall on your bottom. Ah, the pain on your ass was slowly pushing you to just spew all the curses you knew.

"Y/n!" Enki straightaway got down on your level, checking if you were injured on any parts of your body.

"Just what is it that's going on here?" Professor Renzo's authoritative voice made everyone tense up. "That bitch started talking about nonsense. And then, she pushed me so ta-dah." You raised your hand and prompted yourself to explain what had happened in a brief way.

"Disregarding your use of disrespectful language, Lady Morris, is that true?" Incontestably, like any other person, she would've denied the accusation. "Of course not! Right?" She whipped her head around to seek the help of her peers, but natheless, almost all of them were too much of a corward to go against a Duchess.

"We'll talk about this after class. Everyone, go into your respective classrooms," and in a jiffy, everyone was now out of sight. Professor Renzo really was a force to be reckoned with. "Lady Ross and Sir Clorénvale, you may go. I'll speak with Lady Morris for a second." 

Well, looks like being a daughter of the Duke really did have its perks.

"Should I get you to the clinic? I know how to treat wounds a little bit! I'm still learning how to put on bandagesㅡ"

"Enki, I was only pushed, not gravely injured."
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Oneㅡ Tuesday
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"Y/n."

"Y/n.

"Hey, can you please notice me for onceㅡ"

That's it! The reason why he was so keen on buggng you was because you were the first one to not give him any special attention. If you were to just say nice things about him and portray someone that would see him as a human being, maybe that would make him stop from making all of this advances. Okay, time for you to try that out.

"Hi, Yukio. You don't look like a dumbfuck today. You're so handsome. I like you so much." That felt like you were stabbing yourself repeatedly because the pain you had experienced from saying those words was inexplicable. 

"Oh, really? So my feelings are reciprocated? Let's go on a dateㅡ" This guy was testing your patience. You two had just known each other for an estimation of four weeks and now he's saying that he likes you?

"What? No. Blech." You made a wry face and Yukio seemed that he was over the moon with your reaction. Shouldn't he feel a pang of pain after witnessing someone be so turned off of him? What a weird dude.

"Do you really think that that would work? That I wouldn't notice you clenching your hand ever so often in the manner you wanted to hit me?" He smirked and pointed towards your hands that were exactly like what he described it to be.

Well, mission failed. Didn't that suck.

"Okay. What the hell is it that you want?" You tapped one of your foot continually to demonstraye that you were growing impatient because of him dragging this out as long as he could.

"I wanted to apologize for last time and for what happened yesterday. I heard that a fight occured and it was because of me," his acting was flawless. You could really see the furrowing of his eyebrows and the remorseful look in his peepers. Wow. Perfect marks for that.

"I don't really care. Go on, keep on ostracizing me. I would even show my appreciation to you for it," but alas, he was too obstinate to give into your demands. With how much of a kid he was, perhaps Reverse Psychology would work like how you wanted it to?

"You know what, notice me please. I couldn't bear all those snobbing that I was receiving from you." You waited for a minute to see what his response would be like. 

"Oh really? If that is what you wish for, then I would gladlyㅡ"

"N o."

Plan B failed as well. Bummer.
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Zeroㅡ Wednesday.
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It was finally the third day of the week, the day in which you would be killed.

You just had one request, though.

Could they murder you at breakneck speed so that it would be acheless?