Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!

Ryan was the golden boy of Silverbrook High—one of those effortlessly perfect types everyone either envied or worshipped. Tall, broad-shouldered, with sun-kissed blond hair that always seemed to fall in place without trying. His skin practically glowed, that natural tan, flawless as hell.

He had the classic sharp jawline, piercing blue eyes that made girls weak, and a smile straight out of a damn cologne commercial.

Academics? Top 2%. Sports? Captain of the basketball team. Good at football too. Ryan was good in all sport to sum it up. Money? Yeah, his parents were loaded. Everyone knew about their mansion on the lake.

Ryan was that guy. The one who would get nominated for prom king two years in a row. The one teachers trusted with everything. The one whose name echoed in the halls like a brand.

And yet—none of that seemed enough. Not when Parker Black was back.

At first, Ryan had been sure Maya would eventually get over the nobody. Sure, Parker had a place in her heart, but he was invisible. No presence. No power. No class brains. He wasn't built like Ryan, wasn't dominating the court or the school rankings. And back then? Parker didn't even have money. Nothing worth noticing.

Ryan had assumed Maya would figure that out too. That she'd wake up and realize who the real catch was. Him. Yet that never happened.

But now?

Parker fucking changed.

He didn't just show up to school—he arrived in a Rolls Royce. His entire vibe was different. Cold. Sharp. Like he owned the damn place but didn't care enough to prove it. His face wasn't just handsome anymore—it was the kind of pretty that pissed Ryan off. Almost ethereal. And rich? Yeah, either Parker came into some serious cash or had some mysterious sugar mummy situation.

Whatever the case, his money flex was hitting hard.

Ryan hated it.

But... not all was lost.

Parker was clearly avoiding Maya. That much was obvious. He never flirted back, barely acknowledged her presence unless forced to. That was something. The thing was, this wasn't new. Ryan had been seeing it for years—Maya chasing Parker like some obsession since they were kids. It didn't make sense.

When he asked Annabelle once, hoping for some gossip, she gave him the shock of his life.

Maya had been protective and lovesick of Parker since childhood. Back when they were just little kids. Apparently, Maya once threatened to report Julian and his pack of friends to her dad for bullying Parker when they were all in elementary school.

Ryan hadn't known that last piece. And Annabelle—who practically hit hits for Ryan—didn't spill more.

But even knowing all that, Ryan didn't give up. He couldn't. He was mostly likely obsessed with her. Who wouldn't.

Because Maya Winslow?

She wasn't just pretty. She was a problem.

Picture-perfect face. Big, round blue eyes framed by those ridiculously long lashes. Full lips always glossed, soft pink. But it wasn't just her face—it was her body.

Curves. Dangerous ones.

Her uniform? Modified, obviously. That white blouse tight, just a button away from scandal, stretching over her chest in a way that made it very hard to focus in class. The pleated skirt short enough to get away with but still have every guy turning their heads. Long legs, always in sheer stockings or those thigh-high socks.

She knew she was hot—played it up without caring.

And now? She was sitting there, practically glued to Parker's desk, arm draped on the table, chin resting on her palm as she just stared at him with those lovesick eyes.

Even with the teacher at the front, even while the lesson dragged on, she never stopped looking.

And Parker?

Cold as fucking ice. Didn't even glance her way.

It pissed Ryan off more than anything.

The thing about Ryan and Maya? They were both obsessed.

Not the cute kind. Not some cheesy rom-com crush. This was the toxic, deep-rooted, almost primal kind of obsession.

Ryan had half the damn senior class and other lower level class girls at his feet—could literally pick any girl he wanted and have her in his lap by lunch. And yet? He kept circling back to her. Maya Winslow. Like a dog chasing his own tail, refusing to let go. It wasn't just that she was hot—though, hell, she was. It was the fact that she never gave him the time of day, not like other girls.

Never once treated him like the golden boy he knew he was. And that messed with his ego bad.

Then there was Maya herself.

With Parker? It was different.

Parker wasn't just some crush for her. He was... part of her. Like this permanent shadow that she couldn't shake off no matter how much time passed. If Ryan was obsessed with wanting Maya, then Maya was obsessed with belonging to Parker. And that scared the shit out of everyone who really noticed.

But Parker?

Parker didn't notice shit.

He was in his own world.

The teacher droned on, pacing at the front of the room as he scribbled equations across the whiteboard. A monotonous voice. Standard lecture energy. Half the class was either zoning out or whispering behind their hands. Someone in the back was playing with a pen cap like it was the highlight of their morning.

But Parker?

His mind was a fortress.

That mental clarity? Crystal. The kind of focus that felt damn near supernatural because, well... it was.

The numbers, formulas, everything written on the board—they weren't just there. They clicked. Fit together like a puzzle in his brain, each piece locking into place with perfect precision. Like he'd unlocked some cheat code. It was weird because he'd always been good in school.

The only times he slacked were when things at the Blackwood estate got bad. Back when "studying" was the last thing he could think about, trying to keep his head above water in a house filled with secrets darker than midnight.

But now?

This mind?

He could ace this class in his sleep if he wanted to.

Not that he cared.

Maya did, though.

From the corner of his eye, he could feel her watching him. The way her gaze lingered—slow, heavy. Like she was undressing his mind, not his body. She looked... impressed? Turned on, even. But she kept her cool, biting the inside of her cheek, trying not to overdo it.

Probably scared of pushing too far and making him shut her out completely.

Smart move.

The teacher—Mr. Hensley—was still pushing his luck, though.

This was the same guy who, just last month, had hit Parker with the classic passive-aggressive "Nice to see you gracing us with your presence, Mr. Black. If only your grades were as consistent as your attendance."

Parker hadn't even flinched.

The dude wasn't wrong. But there was a difference between being strict and just plain annoying.

"Parker," Hensley said now, leaning against his desk with that smug teacher face. "Care to explain how we got this answer?"

The whole class paused.

Somewhere in the back, Ryan snickered under his breath, like he was expecting Parker to choke.

Parker didn't.

He didn't even look up. Just kept flipping his textbook, eyes scanning the next section.

"Parker?"

Silence.

"...Mr. Black?"

Nada.

The tension in the room shifted. It was that awkward, skin-crawling energy where everyone was just waiting for something to break. A few whispers kicked up. Maya blinked, like she was wondering if he was ignoring the teacher on purpose or if he was just that locked in whatever world he was in.

Parker wasn't mad. Yet.

Hensley wasn't a bad guy, but his persistence was getting annoying.

He sighed, quietly this time, pinching the bridge of his nose. 'Just let it go already, man.' He wasn't in the mood. Not after the whole Blackwood mess. Not while he still felt that weird afterglow lingering from his last encounter with Robert.

Thankfully, the bell rang.

Saved by the bell, literally.
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Before Parker could even pack up his stuff, Maya was already moving. Fast.

Too fast.

"Smile, love!"

Click!

The flash of her phone camera went off before Parker could react.

He blinked, eyebrows furrowing, trying to process what just—

What the fuck?

He looked at the screen in her hand. The picture was already uploaded. Somehow, in that split second, she'd angled the shot so it looked like she was pecking his cheek.

He hadn't even felt her get that close.

How the hell—

Appraise.

The thought was barely formed before the system kicked in.

[Ding! Descendant of an Origin Family found.]