Chapter 2 - The transfer student

The young man that entered instantly mesmerized the entire classroom, including the teacher herself. As the boy's figure appeared in the doorway and then began to calmly approach her, even the cold heart of Mary howled with a louder thump for a brief moment.

Still, her oversight was brief, barely lasted a single instant, causing only a slight flicker to pass through her eyes, missed by most.

With a simple, dark blue school bag over his shoulders, the boy walked up next to the teacher's desk and turned his gaze over to Ms. Fulton. He flicked the few untamed locks of his long wild matte jet-black shoulder-length hair to the back, while also combing the rest of the front naughty strays away with his right hand.

His midnight blue steely, almond eyes caused even the usually rigid and distant maiden woman to tremble and shiver for yet another brief instant before she could gather her crumbling composure. The deep, faint golden flecks in his eyes resembled the shape of a star, though it was barely noticeable unless it would be closely scrutinized.

Still, it was hard to ignore the mesmerizing stare, that good-looking literal Adonis that stood next to her. His sharp, crescent-of-moon eyebrows emphasized, adding even more depth to the already void-like stare of this young man.

He seemed molded from a different cast as he had an androgynous look uncommon to most people. Lacquered and enameled by the sun, he radiated energy and brio. His mountain peak cheekbones appeared chiseled into shape by a master craftsman. They were of such sharp contours, it looked as if they were sculpted and pared to perfection.

The aquiline nose he sported complemented his prominent stature. Handsome was an understated way, his carefully chiseled, sharp jawline, the contoured, strong neckline gave hints to a body, that was lean yet toned, crafted to perfection.

From a first look, the boy looked like he was in his late seventeens, or at most to be 18 years of age. Further accentuating his otherworldly charm, the boy was taller than what would be the average amongst his peers. Sporting a healthy 6' 2" (A.N.: Roughly 187-188 cm) height, there were few he could truly look up to at the closest sense of the word.

The pale black worn leather shirt that he wore below the unzipped similar dark black jacket followed the musculature of his body, giving a borderline salivating tease to the statuesque figure hidden underneath.

From the top of the boy's neckline, the tips of some black body ink could be noticed by those with the keener insight, whilst the thin shining back chains of a necklace could also be barely made out. Under the classroom's bright neon lighting, the chain actually glimmered with a faint, silvery shine.

Below the waist and following the vibe, the boy wore dark blue, ripped, tight jeans. The only unique quality to his garment was the strange, small metal plaque hanging from chains at the left by his waist. The waist had a mysterious insignia on it, with strange runic-looking words carved on it. Completing his look, the youth wore black military boots over his feet.

Giving it a few moments for the class to regain themselves, Ms. Fulton coughed lightly as a means to hide her embarrassment, she lightly instructed the boy.

"Please, introduce yourself shortly. Let the rest of the class know a bit more about you."

"Mhm…" The boy groaned with a displeased look over his face at the request, though he still acquiesced. Turning towards the classroom, his sharp, cold stare scanned over his audience slowly, spending a few seconds in silence, before he finally sighed and spoke up.

"Hello. I'm Luc-" Coughing, he broke his speech, before resuming, …Alex Gray, I have transferred over from Northern Europe."

With that, he turned his gaze back on the female teacher sitting at her seat at the desk. His gaze gave the intent, that he was done with his intro and was now waiting for further instructions.

Ms. Fulton took a moment to regain herself, as she was more and more stunned by both the unique manner of how the boy acted as well as his whole presence.

"You done?" She asked, still slightly in disbelief that if truly that was all he was willing to openly share about himself. 'Was he perhaps antisocial?' She lamented inwardly.

"Mhm." The boy nodded, shrugging his shoulders in a carefree manner. "Where should I sit?" He asked, ignoring the fact that he was still the center of attention amidst the eerily and uncannily silent classroom.

"Hmmm… Let me check…" Ms. Fulton turned towards the classroom, giving it a quick once-over, she pointed towards the back. "There, by the window. You can sit there. Mr. Jordan seems to be absent yet again today, so you will be sitting alone." She explained, adding a bit more to it after a brief pause. "He is still sick, but don't worry, you can ask the others in case you need help."

She then turned her gaze back on the boy.

"I presume you have all the necessary books already provided to you? In case you are missing anything, don't be shy, ask the others, I'm sure they would be happy to share their notes with you."

She offered, to which most of the class erupted in a series of chaotic murmurs, shushes. Most of the girls of the class were looking with a wolfish, hungry, predatory look at the newcomer transfer student, while the boys were already seeing their biggest nemesis, a typical playboy in his typical bad boy display.

"Thanks, Ms. Fulton." The boy, Alex curtly thanked the woman and left to take his seat. Meanwhile, the eyes of almost everyone in the room followed along on his short journey, many lost in a trance they would not want to ever wake up from.

Still, even amongst these crazy, hungry wolves, there was one particular desk whose current owners weren't so overwhelmed by this newest delinquent joining them.

At the center topmost desk, a young short, bespectacled brunette was looking at the passing young boy with a deep, unhappy expression donning over her face.

Noticing her nerdy friend's reaction, the girl sitting next to her giggled, throwing out a question she most likely already knew the answer to.

"What's the problem, Sid? Fell for the mysterious transfer student's 'bad-boy' charms already? Gotta say that's quite unlike you, my little nerdy bestie!"

She laughed, chuckled at her own joke with an obvious delight, ignoring the slightly annoyed looks of the others around them.

"What are you saying?!" Insulted by the mere notion of the idea, the brunette girl looked at her friend with an irritated look. "Why would I care about such a gangster?! No way in hell I want to associate with such a person and I would thank you for not mentioning him with me in a sentence ever again!" She harrumphed, clearly offended even by the notion.