finally asked no longer able to handle her skipping.
Ayden grinned from ear to ear, her hand coming out in front of her to bounce a little fire ball in her hand. "Oh, no reason. Just Professor Rufus is going to blow a gasket."
"Who?"
"Your first class, Intro to Enoch." She explained as we turned down a hallway and then a pair of stairs. "Every new student has to take it. It's supposed to answer any and all questions we have about who we are and where we come from." She scoffed and rolled her eyes, the ball in her hand almost tumbling to the ground before she caught it. "As if one class is going to answer all of life's mysteries? Certainly not ours."
"Right."
I let her continue to rattle on until we reached my first class. Ayden had a different class to get to but if she cared about being late, she didn't show it. Definitely, not like Nikki, who was always on time to everything. She'd be on time to her own funeral if she could. Fuck, I missed her.
After saying goodbye to Ayden, I opened the door to a classroom full of students dressed in similar outfits to mine but of all different ages. Some were closer to Ayden and my age, but others were significantly younger that they barely fit in the desks they were assigned to sit in without slipping out of the bottom. A man in his mid-forties stood at the head of the class a book in his hand. He seemed to be in mid-sentence when I entered and paused to give me the most aggravated glare.
"And you are?" The slightly stiff tone to his voice which only came off more annoyed laced with his British accent made me believe Ayden had been right about him.
"Elle Richmond."
Something flickered across his face, recognition, and a careful curiosity I didn't understand. He snapped the book shut and turned to me, holding the book against his waist. "Well, Miss Richmond class starts at eight and it is now eight ten. Tell me? Did you get lost? Alarm not go off? Please tell me, because I am eager to know what catastrophe has befallen you to not only be late to my class but to not be in full uniform as well."
Wow does this guy have a complex.
Every eye in the room settled on me, them just as eager to know what I would say to their professor's condescending questions. However, I'd been up against people like him before. This wasn't my first ass hole with a school backing him and it seemed like he probably wouldn't be my last.
My old school I would have gave them some snarky remark about meeting my dealer or getting in a gang bang between classes, anything but the truth - I didn't want to end up in a mental institute after all - I could be honest with Professor Rufus and that was exactly what I did.
Adjusting the books in my hands, I stared down the crotchety man and blandly stated, "I didn't particularly feel like having a multitude of deaths shoved into my being by brushing up against every member of the student body on my first day but if you would just let me touch you I'd be happy to tell you how you die?" I held my hand out to him expecting to laugh me off or give me detention but the fear in his eyes...that was new.
"N...no. No, thank you." Clearing his throat, Professor Rufus lifted his book up once more and then nodded toward an empty seat. "Well, then let's get on with attendance. Eleanor Richmond."
I arched a brow but then muttered here before sauntering over my chair. Sitting down, I opened my book up to the page number written on the board. While Professor Rufus finished up roll call a boy no older than thirteen leaned toward me.
"That was fricking awesome."
I smiled. "Thanks."
"I'm Trevor." He held his pale freckled hand out toward me, his bright green eyes and dirt brown mop of hair on his head screamed earth elemental even if the tie around his neck hadn't been the same shade of brown.
I stared at the hand for a moment and quirked another brow at him. "Seriously?"
Trevor glanced down at his hand and then back to me, his face going shock white before flushing a deep shade of red. "Oh, yeah. Sorry."
"It's fine." I muttered, blowing out a breath of air and I flicked through the