’I’ll be damned’

Miles was lost for words as they approached.

Although beautiful, the young triplets who were all upcoming baddies, girls his predecessor dared not think of, looked childish and playful.

Miles didn’t speak until they got to him.

"Hey." He nodded his head as a ’what’s up’ gesture.

Seeing him calm and nonchalant, Alice boiled with anger and her face squeezed to form a disgusted frown.

" Who do you think you are, acting all cool and nonchalant?"

It wasn’t Alice who spoke, but Allison, the triplet who had both ass and boobs , her figure a vague 8 shape.

Being the sassy and the diva of the three, Allison had encountered a fair share of handsome guys who went extra lengths to try to court her.

Miles was handsome no doubt, but she wasn’t willing to be aura farmed. And in contrast to Alice, she mingled with high profile kids from the school and outside the school. In fact, she didn’t think much of Miles, and if not for that day’s incident, she wouldn’t be here.

’Oh, the diva. Quite feisty.’

Gazing at her from a taller angle, Miles briefly remembered Britney.

’People like her think they are the main characters. The desire of many hearts. However, it’s time to give her a reality check. She’s nothing compared to the MILFs I have fucked, and I have the likes of her at home.’

He was no stranger to beauties. Faced with such a comment, Miles didn’t bother to respond and shifted his gaze from her after sizing her up.

’No manners.’

Seeing Miles blatantly ignoring her, Allison became dumbfounded and it instantly clicked the reason Alice behaved the way she did whenever they discussed Miles.

’How arrogant. Who does he think he is?’

She was totally speechless.

Before she could bring herself to speak haughtily again, Miles settled on Alice.

"I’m sorry.

I’ve been busy and don’t have time to call." Miles apologized right away.

Alice wanted to speak, but was lost of words having never expected Miles to apologize.

A moment later, her frown disappeared. Replaced by a smile.

"Harrumph." Alice coldly snorted but was pleased.

"We’ve come to discuss something with you."

Calm and composed, Alisha with the biggest boobs of them, said, nudging her glasses.

Evidently the personalities of the three differed just like their bodies did.

Allison →boobs and ass. Diva.

Alice→Big proportional ass. Shy, enthusiastic.

Alisha→Big proportional ass.Level-headed.

Internally grading them, Miles shook his head in understanding.

"Wait." Alice said and promptly peeked her head into the classroom to see if there was anyone inside.

"The coast is clear. Let’s talk here." She said.

Miles held back from shaking his head and followed. Allison and Alisha tagged behind.

In the silent confines of his classroom, the three girls faced him with a grim serious look as to what they were about to say.

"We want to talk about what happened that day."

Alice said.

" Huh?" Miles furrowed his brows and recalled the incident when he awoke in this body and saw three blonde triplets by the pool.

’Are you kidding me? They are trying to talk to me about that?

Clearly the way he kept quiet and ignorant should have given the triplets clue that he wasn’t a blabber mouth. But the three didn’t trust him since then and decided to gang up on him.

"That day."

Miles’ thoughtful expression faded and was replaced by a look of acknowledgement.

The girls were slightly surprised but went on anyway.

" Have you told anyone? Who did you tell?"

Allison quickly interjected, her voice sharp and questioning with command.

Frowning, Miles held her gaze for a moment before responding.

" No. No one." He added.

But the three girls didn’t seem convinced and frowned. How could they believe it?

Someone saw their bodies and didn’t boast about it to their friends? How laughable.

" See? I told you he’s a liar."

Allison accused him right away, her face squeezed with a frown.

"Are you sure?"

Unlike Allison, although doubtful Alice somehow believed Miles was telling the truth so she asked again to confirm.

’Huh? Are they trying to investigate me? How funny. Who do they think they are? Besides, they are the ones at disadvantage here, not me.’

Miles had various thoughts, inwardly displeased but held back as a gentleman just to quell their worries.

"Okay." Alice nodded in understanding, not knowing what to say again.

"Are you going to believe him just like that? Those three boys he hangs with during lunch, I have seen them check out other girls. What makes you think he hasn’t told any of them?"

Allison sneered, looking him up and down with a roll of her eyes.

’What the fuck?’

Surprised Miles turned his gaze to her frowning.

Alice and Alisha also glanced at her, clearly taken aback by how displeased she was with Miles.

Allison didn’t stop there, sneering, she added.

" Who knows what he might have done after seeing us?"

The underlying meaning was clear.

’What a bitch?’

Although he didn’t know much about girls, he had watched enough high school movies in his teens to identify which kind of bitch she was.

The pretty ones who think they are the main character and have never been rejected.

His blatant dismissal earlier had struck her ego deep.

The next moment, Miles did something that shook the girls’ hearts.

" Arhh!"

Allison let out a sudden, frightened yelp as he stepped forward and dominantly grabbed her neck, tilting it enough that she would look up at him.

" What do you think princess? You think you’re some kind of hot cake? Goon to you?"

Miles turned and spat on the floor causing the other two to step back in fright.

Turning to face her, he frowned.

"You’re just a bad girl with Daddy issues. Compared to Alice or your other sister, you’re too stupid and beneath my standards. Perhaps you haven’t seen my sisters? You aren’t worth it." Miles forcefully let her go.

"Sorry, this conversation is over."

Turning to the other two who had lost composure over his words, he coldly walked towards his seat.

Sure that they couldn’t see his face, a deep cunning smile broke across his face as he glanced at the Infatuation Gauge of the triplets.

’Best way to leave an impression.’