Chapter Five: Hating Newbies

She just heard the bell ring immediately she stepped into the Hall way. The Academy of Aisle, as they call it was pretty much rich in students. She was guessing that the whole population of teenagers in this pack attended this Academy. She was pleased that she got in, at least nobody knew her as a weirdo.

Continuously pushing her covered polished shoe against the floor in every step, she followed the students. Turning at every corner the majority did.

When she finally raised her schedule to check. Class 157 was the same number inscribed on the door post she was currently facing. She watched from afar as students flooded into the classroom in cliques.

She couldn't help it, she was really nervous. Really, really nervous. She tried to calm her racing heart and find courage in stepping into that class.

And that was what she was doing, that is, until she was being bumped into rudely.

"Hey, watch it!" She snapped unconsciously.

"Get out of the way then," A masculine voice snapped.

"Rude," she mumbled to herself in an attempt to dismiss the gesture.

"Sorry?" The figure stopped and turned. His smooth and perfect face she had never seen before. "What did you just say to me?" Tasha swallowed as she rethought on what she had just said. It was probably a bad idea.

Yep, her first rule was ever destroyed. She was bent on causing trouble anywhere she went.

"Let her be Xavier, she probably doesn't know who you are."

"You think so, Luthur? You think she is a newbie?" The Blondy nodded in agreement and Xavier scoffed in distaste.

"I hate newbies," with that he turned away and continued his strides to the class. Funny being that, it was the same class she was assigned to.

"Tasha Evans?" She snapped out of her trance to face the middle aged woman that spoke her name.

"That's me," Tasha said.

"I'm Bridget Thomas, I have your first class. Come with me," she told Tasha and she obliged.

The class talks reduced when the woman stepped in.

"Fucking literature," Someone groaned from behind.

"Did we have a project to work on?" Someone asked on hushed voiced.

"I'm not sure," Another replied.

"Good morning class,"

"Morning Miss Bridget." The class echoed in unity. Well most of the class did while some decided to keep shut and stare at the girl that still stood by the door.

"Project number 75,"

There were groans again, one of frustration but she continued.

"I need a poem about nature and your view of it." Bridget said.

"What do we have to do with nature? I better just 'not: do the project." Luther said as the class found it funny.

Yah, he was one of the clowns of the class.

"It would be the idea if there was not a 50 percent mark of the term attached to it. Don't and you fail, simple."

The class suddenly grew silent.

"Are we clear?"

"Yes, miss Bridget." They echoed.

"Good, I have someone who just joined us today and started this class." She turned to stare at Tasha this time. "Tasha, join us." She said and Tasha walked to stand besides her.

"Introduce yourself," Bridget requested.

"Hello everyone, I am Tasha Evans and I'm nineteen."

"Very good, Tasha. Take a..."

"Not so fast Miss Bridget. We didn't get to do the new student ritual." Xavier butted in.

"What the fuck is that?" Luther said but when he understood the glint in Xavier eyes, he smiled.

"Now is not the time for jokes Xavier." Bridget said getting ready to dismiss the girl again.

"But this isn't one of my jokes miss Bridget. Everyone else did it so she has to do it." Xavier replied.

"Xavier?" Bridget warned.

"Tell her Tiffany,"

The girl turned to stare at Xavier impulsively and Xavier gave her 'the' stare.

"Oh yes, miss Bridget. I did it when it was my turn so she has to do it too."

"Do what exactly?" Miss Bridget asked.

"She has to sing," Xavier replied.

***

Luca woke up panting. Ever since he became conscious after the attack, not a night had passed without him having nightmares.

The picture of him dying over and over again. The picture of the hazel eyed wolf that almost torn him to shreds.

He checked the time on his phone only to see that he was an hour late for classes. He pulled the covers away from his figure and got out of bed immediately.

Combing his hair with his hands unconsciously, he grabbed the handle of his bathroom and went in.

"Where's Aisha," he asked the cook when he sat and began to eat.

"She went with Anna to get some glossaries. She thought you left for school earlier." She said.

"Ok," he said. Already guessing, his father was at the office. He sighed then checked the time once more.

There goes literature,

It was then he saw the thousand missed calls from Logan. "Shit!" He cursed before running out of his home.

***

The class was stunned to the core. Xavier wasn't smiling, neither was Tiffany but miss Bridget was. Xavier and Logan shared a glance before Logan broke out of the spell and began clapping.

"That was so nice," she heard some mumbles but she was quick to forget it. They asked her to sing and that was what she did.

"You have the voice of an angel sweetheart," Bridget told her.

Xavier's attempt to humiliate the newbie went overdrive and he almost thought she was getting liked by people already. He noticed Luther, of all people couldn't take his eyes off her.

He scoffed.

"Take a seat next to Luther,"

"Luthur?" She asked herself as she began her journey into the classroom.

"He's the dark haired, next to the brooding Xavier." A girl replied. "I'm Sophie by the way," Tasha nodded with a smile before seating next to Luther, as he is called, hoping the day runs fast and people get over this moment.

***

The next class began immediately Miss Bridget left. Even though 'that' show happened like an hour ago, people still found it in them to steal a glance at her at some point.

She was talking about the dark haired guy, Luther. She could feel his stare almost every time. As if he's watching her to know what else she had to offer.

The door opened and she was forced to look at the intruder.

Luca,

"It's Luca!" Most girls squealed in excitement.

"Oh my God, he's back!" The enthusiasm almost forced Xavier to roll his eyes once more.

"Morning Mrs. Smith," he said offering her a small smile.

"Have a seat Luca, you're late!"

"Yes ma'am," he immediately started off to his seat before she changed her mind.

Stopping at some point into the class, his eyes scanned the class for that strong scent....

"Luca?" Mrs. Smith warned and that drove him out of his trance. He took a seat hoping the odd feeling that his body was giving him wasn't what he was thinking.

He didn't see any reason why he would feel strange around people he already knew. People who he had already certified was not his mate. If she was here all these while, he would have known.