My personal tutor.

The morning sun was climbing higher as Wave walked past the school parking lot, her focus set on getting through the day. But her pace slowed when she noticed Hunter leaning casually against his blue Ferrari. Fatso and Zuki flanking him like usual. 

It didn't take much to figure out they were waiting for Wave.

"Well, if it isn't my personal tutor," Hunter called out, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Wave stopped in front of them removing her earphone which she was listening to Sza, fixing him with a sharp look, "Should I be flattered, Mr. Montgomery?"

Hunter pushed off the car, a smug smile playing on his lips. "You should," He said, "Imagine having me waiting for you! You should feel more than flattered like..."

"What do you want?" Wave cut him off.

"Just thought we'd clear the air. You know make sure you've decided to be reasonable."

Wave crossed her arms unimpressed, "Reasonable? Oh, you mean agreeing to your 6PM schedule?"

"Exactly," he said smoothly as he snapped his fingers once, "It's not that hard, Fishers. Unless you're trying to make my life difficult on purpose which is not a good idea."

"Are you threatening me right now Mr. Montgomery?"

"Maybe," with a smirk, "You are being difficult right now and moreover is not a loss when you're going to get paid. I mean do you even make money after 6. I doubt it'd be as much as I'm going to pay you."

Wave stared at him speechlessly as she said, "Mr. Montgomery..." Hunter then cut her off.

"Don't call me that! Mr. Montgomery is my dad not me."

Wave stared at him for a long moment, her irritation simmering. She could argue all day, but it was clear he wasn't going to budge.

With a frustrated sigh, she relented, "Fine 6PM. But if you won't boost up your grades that's not on me it's all on you Mr. Montgomery!"

"Smart choice, Fishers."

Without another word, Wave turned toward the entrance, ignoring the whispers and stares of the students nearby. Hunter and his boys casually followed her, an unusual sight that only fueled gossip.

Near the front doors, Dream and Taya were waiting, their faces lighting up the moment they spotted her. Their expression a mix of curiosity and surprise as they watched the group approach.

"Wavy!" Dream called out, "What's this?" She teased, "Did we miss a new friendship forming overnight?"

"Good morning girls," Wave said before she sighed, "Not even close!"

The trio then proceeded to walk into the building. Hunter called out as soon as they started walking.

"Fishers," Wave turned, "And I'm not slow!"

Wave rolled her eyes as she turned to continue walking. Dream on the way told them an exaggerated story of how she was about to break her neck after she experienced a brutal fall which led to her maid being sacked by her mom.

Apparently that maid had not wiped the staircase well after she poured food by mistake after she tripped and,

"When I was coming down the staircase, gosh I wish you'd had seen how I flew!" Dream said prompting the others to laugh, "Don't laugh guys! This is a serious issue. If not for me studying Karate you'd be probably putting flowers and writing RIP on my locker motherfuckers!"

"All those years you've studied Karate yet you're still a white belt." Taya said as they stashed their bags safely in their lockers before they proceeded to go to class, "Dream I think at the academy they didn't have a rank to give you, Amateur. Which white belt can't throw a kick or a punch?"

"Don't get me started Taya! You know how much I practiced."

"How much?" Wave asked laughing.

"Yeah Dream, How much?" Taya added, "Aside from the fact that you wanted to see that sexy trainer what else were you doing?"

"Oh God! Warren was sexy as hell! with his packs and beards, a guy like him is all night baby!" she said as she humped her hips in motion while walking. That made Wave and Taya laugh so hard.

Just as they were entering the class, Kenzie Orblone suddenly appeared, blocking Wave's path. Her smirk was sharp as ever.

"Wave Fishers, that's your name right?" Kenzie asked, her voice dripped with disdain, "Using your friends to climb up the social ladder wasn't enough. How low can you go? Then Boom! Seducing Hunter."

Wave's expression remained calm, her gaze unshaken as she locked eyes with Kenzie, "You know nothing about me," Wave replied her voice steady but nervous at the confrontation.

Kenzie stepped closer, her voice rising in an attempt to provoke, "It's pretty obvious, Wave. You're desperate to climb up!"

Wow Kenzie," Dream said, her voice laced with amusement, "You're really mad, huh? Still salty about Hunter turning you down?" She leaned casually towards Taya lowering her voice as if gossiping. "Guess she's got a lot of unresolved bitterness."

Kenzie's face turned red with anger, her fists clenched, "What did you just say?" she snapped, her eyes blazing.

Dream on seeing that, quickly took a step back and hid behind Taya, her eyes still fixed on Kenzie with a playful smirk.

Taya, now fully in front of Dream, locked eyes with Kenzie. the mood in the class shifted, the students in the class watching the altercation with enthusiasm while Kenzie's minions not daring to intervene.

"Kenzie," Taya said imposingly and calm, "You want to pick a fight? Fine. But choose another prey." 

Kenzie hesitated, the bravado faltering. Her anger still there, the thought of crossing Taya and Dream for a scholarship girl's sake made her pause.

"Taya as the class rep it's not your right to intervene in this fight just because you want to protect your friend!" One of Kenzie's friends, Jessica tried to put up a front to defend her friend.

"Jessica, I'm the class rep. I need to tell Mr. Simmons why the fight happened. Okay, should I say it happened as you girls wanted to bully the new girl or because Kenzie thought she stole the attention of a guy she likes?"

Kenzie and Jessica's shoulders tensed, they stepped back clearly realizing that pushing Taya further was a bad idea. The entire class waited for Kenzie's next move.

Finally, Kenzie sneered, "Let's go girls." She turned sharply and walked out of the class, her anger simmering as she kicked the class bin at the door.

The trio walked to their seats, "Thanks Taya." Wave who had been silently observing couldn't hide her appreciation anymore.

Dream flashed a grin with her eyes into crescents as she looked at Taya and said, "You are too cool!"

Taya gave a small approving nod but didn't sat anything further but she was clearly accepting their flatters. Ten minutes later, the Mr. Kavanagh, the new science teacher arrived.

After a few introductions of his name with his Irish accent, he started teaching. He was so strict and his voice so girly. One of the boys laughed during Mr. Kavanagh's introduction and that led him to being kicked out.

Fifteen minutes into the lesson, a knock was heard. Kenzie, Jessica and Zoe who were late arrived. After Zoe knocked, they proceeded to enter without the normal courtesy of waiting to be ushered in.

Mr. Kavanagh's sharp Irish brogue rang out, cutting through the murmurs of the classroom like a blade. His eyes, piercing and unwavering fixed on the three girls who had got in.

"Oh, would ye look at the time, ladies," he began, his voice low but laced with incredulity, "Ye've the audacity to waltz into my class, not only late but with not so much as courtesy knock? And then-then! - to barge in like ye own the place? I'd ask if ye left yer manners at the door, but it seems ye never brought 'em with ye in the first place!"

He paced a step forward, his hands clasped behind his back, his wiry frame taut with controlled irritation, "What is it? Were ye waiting for the red carpet Beyoncés? A wee trumpet fanfare, perhaps, to announce yer arrival? His tone dripped with sarcasm and a few stifled snickers from the other students were immediately silenced by his glare.

"Let me make meself crystal clear," he continued, "In this class, respect comes before everything else. Ye knock. Ye wait. And ye don't step foot inhere till I say so. Are we clear, ladies or do I need too draw ye wee picture?"

Kenzie, Jessica and Zoe mumbled something incoherent, shuffling awkwardly in place.

"Speak up!" he barked, his Irish lilt rising. "Don't mutter at me like a gang o' mice."

They muttered their apologies which seemed so insincere and impolite,

"Actually, on second thought, I don't think ye quite grasp the grasp of the gravity of yer actions." He pointed sharply toward the door. "Out. The lot of ye. Go back out there and let's try this again, shall we?"

The girls exchanged panicked glances, shuffling nervously on their feet.

"Oh, don't stand there gawking like fish outta water, " he snapped, "Out ye go, and this time ye'll knock like ye've got an ounce of respect in yer bones. And ye'll wait-properly-until I decide if yer interruption is worth my time."