(Alastor)

"-and you will be assigned a partner to collect samples with," Mr. Valintina said. The class collectively groaned, " Let's start with Jenny and Benson,"

Benson is Bugs's real name, but everyone calls him Bugs. I tune out most of the names until I hear mine, paired with another one that I don't recognize. For some reason, the class gasps when they hear it, but I ignore it heading to the front of the classroom. 

A tall brown-haired dude which I assume is my partner moves to stand next to me. He has a strong jawline, one that could cut through a diamond. He's tall and looks strong, with eagle eyes. He seems a bit intimidating at first glance. 

"I'm Alastor," I said, holding out a hand. 

His jaw drops.

"You haven't heard of me?" He asked. 

"Am I supposed to?" I say, slightly annoyed. 

He rolls his eyes. 

"Matt Olivern," He takes my hand and shakes it.

"Still doesn't ring a bell," I move to sit in a corner and he follows. 

"So you really don't know who I am?" He leans over.

"So we're gonna dwell on the fact that I don't know a random person's name instead of doing the stupid group project?"

"My dad's head of the police department! Do you live under a rock?" Matt said, gesturing wildly with his hands. 

"Does it look like I care who your dad is?" I ask, turning to him. 

"I guess not," He grumbles. Matt folds his arms across his broad chest, leaning against the counter,

I kneel down, rifling through the cabinets for the sample containers. 

"So, what do you want to do them on?" I ask, lifting myself off the ground. "Animal or plant?"

"Hmm, an animal I guess? There has been a lot of dead things lying around nowadays."

"You see them too? I saw a cat corpse on the way home from school, bleeding all over the place. Face all ripped up, real nasty too," 

"Do you have to put in that many details?" He asked with a grimace.

"Yes, it makes it worth a while," I say with a smirk. Ever since I was little, I always had a morbid fascination with corpses and dead animals. I even have a little collection of skulls in my room. 

We spend the rest of the class arguing over which animal we should do it one and we finally settle on a type of wild housecat. 

"Can I get your number?" I ask casually.

"Why??" Matt's face turns red.

"So we can meet up and get samples, dumbass. It's not like I was asking you out," I deadpan, which, to my satisfaction, makes Matt's face even redder. I smirk at him. 

He frowns and looks away, his face still red.