Out of Reach | Mikhaiah

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: This is pure fiction. Any similarities to real people, places, or events are purely coincidental. Read, enjoy, and don't take it too seriously!

- ✦ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 ✦ -

Mikhazra's POV:

The moment I stepped into Havord University, I already knew what kind of place this was. A breeding ground for the elite, where money meant power, and status dictated your worth. I never cared for any of that. My existence in this world was an anomaly, a paradox that both fascinated and repelled those who surrounded me.

As I walked through the grand entrance, I could feel the stares drilling into my back-whispers filling the air like an incessant hum, each word coated with curiosity, admiration, and jealousy. Then came the inevitable.

"Mikhazraaa!" A high-pitched squeal erupted from a group of girls, their manicured hands reaching out as they rushed toward me.

I sighed, already exhausted from their desperate attempts to get my attention. Their voices overlapped, each one vying to be heard, their enthusiasm suffocating. I wasn't rude, but I wasn't interested either. I was cold, detached, and honestly, I found their obsession exhausting.

"Azra, ang dami mo na namang fans," Cy teased, nudging me with his elbow as we walked toward our usual spot.

"Tsk. Nakakairita," I muttered, shoving my hands into my pockets. The weight of expectation, the demand for attention-it all felt like a heavy chain I never asked for.

Cy chuckled, clearly amused, while Elle and Eno simply exchanged knowing glances. They were the only people I allowed into my world, the only ones I trusted. We were untouchable, a force of our own in this gilded cage called Havord University.

But my patience was truly tested when I walked into the student council office.

A single sheet of paper was handed to me. I stared at the words, my mind taking a second to process what I was seeing.

Vice President.

"Vice President?" I echoed, my voice flat as I read the title again, hoping I was mistaken.

"Yes, you're the new campus Vice President," a firm voice responded.

I lifted my gaze, and there she was-Arisha Yñares, the student council president. Her sharp eyes met mine, the confidence in her stance unyielding, as if daring me to challenge her authority.

The moment our eyes met, we both knew it.

We hated each other.

"You?" Arisha scoffed, crossing her arms, disbelief evident in her expression. "You're my VP?"

"Got a problem with that, President?" I challenged, keeping my voice neutral but firm.

She glared at me, her expression unreadable, but I could tell she wasn't pleased. Frankly, neither was I.

This was going to be a nightmare.

The tension in the room was suffocating. As she exhaled sharply, she tossed a folder onto the desk in front of me. "You have responsibilities now, Kamizaki. Try not to screw it up."

I picked up the folder and lazily flipped through it. "So bossy," I muttered under my breath, earning a sharp glare from her.

"Excuse me?" she snapped, her hands resting on her hips.

I smirked, leaning against the desk. "Nothing, President. Just admiring your dedication."

She scoffed, rolling her eyes. "If you're going to be in this office, at least pretend you care."

I shrugged, sitting on the chair opposite her. "If I didn't care, I wouldn't be here."

Silence stretched between us, thick with unspoken challenges. Arisha massaged her temples, clearly annoyed. "We have a meeting with the administration tomorrow. Be on time. And don't embarrass me."

I chuckled. "Embarrass you? Oh, President, I think you'll find that I thrive under pressure."

Her jaw tightened, but she refused to take the bait. Instead, she grabbed a pen and began writing something down, clearly dismissing me.

Fine. If she wanted to play the professional game, I could do that too.

But something told me that this was just the beginning of our rivalry.

Arisha's POV :

"Hindi ko matanggap! Why her? Of all people, bakit si Mikhazra Kamizaki?!" I ranted, pacing back and forth inside the private student council lounge.

Malisse, Stazia, and Shezelle sat on the plush couches, their expressions ranging from amused to indifferent. They were the school's social elites, accustomed to wielding influence, but Mikhazra? She was different. Cold. Distant. Untouchable. And now, my Vice President?

"Arisha, kalma ka naman," Stazia said, trying to suppress her laughter as she watched me fume.

"Kalma? How am I supposed to be calm?! That woman-ugh! She's too arrogant! As if she owns the place!"

"Well, technically... your family owns Havord, but your dad approved her position," Malisse pointed out, her tone nonchalant but firm.

I clenched my jaw. She wasn't wrong. My family owned Havord University, but even I had no say in this decision. My father saw something in Mikhazra, something I obviously couldn't-or refused-to see.

"Maybe may nakikitang potential ang dad mo," Shezelle added with a smirk, clearly enjoying my frustration.

"Potential my ass! Alam naman nating she only got that position because of her name. Kamizaki is one of the richest families in the country!"

I threw myself onto the couch, crossing my arms in frustration. My friends laughed at my misery, but what irritated me the most was...

No matter how much I denied it, no matter how much I pretended not to care-deep inside, there was something about Mikhazra that I couldn't ignore.

And I hated it.