Chapter 4

The buzzing of voices fell dead silent as Mr Michael walked into the classroom with Rayne trailing slowly behind him. Her eyes scanned around the room spotting the empty seat in the back of the room next to the window. Not waiting for permission, she went straight for it ignoring the choking sound made at her disrespect.

"Miss Sinn, don't you want to introduce yourself?" Mr Michael asked his tone hiding his warning.

She looked up at him and the female next to him. Her pale blue eyes shined in interest as she smiled warmly at the young girl. Her platinum hair was pinned back into a tight bun, her pencil skirt and blouse flattered petite figure well.

"No, not really. I'm sure that those who need to know my name will get it at some point."

The man glared in response before stepping towards her, but the woman grabbed her arm stopping him. Rayne raised her eyebrow in question at the action the woman took.

"Don't worry, I'll deal with her. I'm sure that you have other things to do, sir." her voice was soft almost impossible to be intimidated by.

"Thank you, Miss Abigor. Again, I apologise for the interruption." Mr Michael says before glancing around the class one last time before swiftly leaving.

"Welcome to the class Miss Sinn, I'm assuming that you haven't received any of your textbooks yet?"

"I apparently should be getting them by tonight according to Mr Michael."

Nodding in understanding she turned to the male sitting next to the black-clad girl. "Mr Girode, would you mind sharing your textbook for today?" her tone made it clear that the question, she then turned her back on the class and continued with her lecture without giving him much of an opportunity to decline.

He turned to Rayne; his hand outstretched with a charming but lazy smile stretched his plump lips. "I'm Draven, welcome to your new hell."

His voice was throaty with a smooth laid-back drawl. The scent of tobacco and cologne hung off this hoodie made it obvious that he was a habitual smoker but the way he was studying her gave her vibes that he wasn't unintelligent.

He was attractive overall, his pierced eyebrow and styled shave added well to the look he was going for. But it also gave warning that there was more to him than the friendly stoner.

"Rayne." She responded meeting his awaiting hand for a short moment before she turned her attention to her black notebook.

He nodded trying to ignore the chill her voice sent down his back. Her covered face and reserved responses made it slightly harder to get a reading off the mysterious girl.

"So, is the mask there for a purpose, or are you trying to start a new trend?" he asked reaching out to tug it down to get a look at the rest of her face.

His fingers barely skimmed the edge before her cold hand wrapped around his hand, her long painted nails digging painfully into the flesh. She had turned her eyes towards him, barely moving her head at all. They lost their silver tint and were replaced with a colour that replicated a brewing thunderstorm.

"It's there for a purpose." she calmly responded. Her sultry voice had a sharper edge to it, sending a clear warning, "And I'd appreciate it if you'd keep your hands to yourself and away from my mask unless you wish to lose the ability to use it."

Draven smirked and let out a chuckle raising his free hand in surrender. "My bad didn't know it was a sensitive topic."

Rayne glared for a second longer before letting go and turned her attention back to her notebook.

"So, care to share the reason for it?" he asked leaning his head on his hand.

"For me to now and you not to find out."

"Then how about the reason you've been shipped away from Mommy and Daddy?"

She froze at the question, her grip on her pen had tightened as rapidly, the plastic emitting a complaining squeak.

"That, dear Draven is for me to know." Her voice quivered slightly. "And if you were to find out why I am here, then I'm afraid that you would have to be six feet under."

He smirked at her and placed a hand on her head, "You'll be the first to probably get it right, Phantom."

("Phantom? Oh, if only he knew how accurate he was.")

She snorted and swatted his hand off her head. Her eyes squinted slightly showing she was smiling. He smirked in succession at the fact that he knew he got her to crack a smile, despite half her face being hidden.

The door to the classroom suddenly burst open and a tall thin boy walked, in handed Miss Abigor a note before disappearing as quickly as he had appeared. She looked down and sighed in irritation before reaching into her draw and pulling out her stun gun and turning to us. "I'll be out for a bit; if the period ends before I get back you have the assignment on page sixteen to do."

"Jesus, does every teacher have some sort of debilitating weapon on them?" Rayne asked watching the door.

"Yeah, no matter how friendly these bastards may seem they all have something that was temporarily incapacitate us. If you ask me, we get off lucky if they decide to run a couple of volts through us." A low voice responded

The smile on Draven's face practically melted away as another boy approached. He had tan skin; his hair cut short with intricate designs shaved in. His lean frame towered over the two of them as his chestnut brown eyes scanned over Ryne.

"So, what brings a mysterious gem such as yourself to such an institution?" he asked placing his hand under Rayne's chin.