Xavier grumbled as he dashed down the hallway. He was going to get it from Mrs. Peterson.

Mrs. Peterson was a tall, elegant, eagle-eyed woman with a sour and snappish personality that over powered her kindness by a long way. But it wasn't her fault that Xavier's classmates were a bunch of snotty brats who thought that they were the most important people in the world just because they were part of the 'Elite Class' of the Music Excellence program.

The Elite Class is a class comprised of the students with the highest grades in the Music sector. And both Xavier and, believe it or not, so was Nyx. Although Nyx has almost never turned up to class, but most people say that's for the best. God help the poor teacher who has to deal with the most problematic student in the school. Unlike Xavier, Nyx was a violent student, blessed with a genius brain, otherworldly looks and an tongue often compared to barbed wire. On the other hand, Xavier was what you would call a 'model student'.

With reasonably high grades, a kind and cheerful personality and a perfect attendance-

Xavier paused briefly at the door to his classroom. He pouted.

My perfect attendance that I worked so hard for...

He quietly slipped through the door. He made it halfway to his desk when Mrs. Peterson's shrewd voice made him freeze mid-step.

"Mr. Reed." All eyes swiveled to him as she spoke, "Your late."

"My apologies," Xavier gave her a smile that usually melted hearts, and sat down at his desk.

His teacher frowned. 

"I'll be expecting you in my office after school." She sniffed and pushed her glasses up her nose.

"Yes, Miss," He let the smile fall from his face as soon as Mrs. Peterson turned away.

Xavier turned to look out the window, staring forlornly over the field. Nyx's knowing smirk flashed in his brain and Xavier fought the urge to slam his head into his desk.

He knew. Xavier absentmindedly flipped the page of his textbook over with the rest of his class. He thought back to the mornings events and sighed. Nyx is only pretty on the outside. Petty, yes, but Xavier thought that it was fully appropriate since the troublemaker had caused his perfect, unblemished record to be sullied. Xavier sniffed.

All my hard work, wasted...

***

Xavier spent the majority of his break sulking, staring sadly at the contents of his sandwich. Someone shook his shoulder and Xavier was immediately pulled out of his self pity. It was his friend, Valentine Kail.

"Xavi! Look!" Valentine exclaimed in a flurry of pointed fingers and waving hands, "The Devil has come out of it's den!"

Following Valentine's line of sight - since the boy seemed uninclined to keep his hands still long enough for Xavier to follow them - and he gasped, his jaw hung open as Nyx prowled through the mass of students. The unfriendly teen looked grumpy and one hand shielded his mismatched eyes while the other held his over grown blue hair above the ground. The students were going quiet, his unexpected appearance on its own frightening them.

"Look out!" Someone yelled right before Xavier witnessed a football slam into Nyx's head.

Xavier shot to his feet when the ball sent Nyx to the ground. He stayed there as the ball rolled to a stop and a group of Sport Excellence students made their way to the scene.

"We are so sor-" They froze, seeing Nyx on the ground.

"Oh shit man, we hit him." A groan of despair.

"Yo, see you at your funeral." A collective snicker.

Xavier began to move away from his bench, abandoning his lunch and pushing through the quickly formed crowd.

"Well, at least it was Nyx who got hit," A tall, brown haired student sighed in relief, "If it was anyone else, I might've felt real bad."

Xavier broke through the front of the crowd in time to catch sight of Nyx snatching up the offending ball while regaining his feet in one fluid motion. 

"Wait-" He started, but another voice spoke up.

"Your right," They chimed, "We're doing the work of God, punishing the monster like he deserves to be!"

Gaining confidence at Nyx's lack of reply, Xavier witness as his fellow students turned on Nyx. They chuckled.

"That's right, he deserves it." The crowd murmured their agreement. Then, Nyx sent the ball flying, head-shotting one of the students wearing a sports uniform.

That was why he was so quiet. 

The victim let out a squeal of pain and clutched his face with his hands. No one moved. The mood had dropped, an icy chill sweeping through them, affecting even Xavier as Nyx set his gaze on them.

"You sound like a pig." His cold voice was velvety, dripping with unconcealed satisfaction.

They were silent as the violent teen smiled. They hadn't expected Nyx to fight back, that much was obvious. Why? Simply because Nyx was on his last chance. After the previous incident - involving a teacher and five students being hospitalized - the school had officially stated for everyone to see, that the next spot of trouble Nyx causes at this school would be his last. This announcement alone had been publicly broadcasted to all students for the sheer purpose of humiliating the boy who thought himself above the adults. 

And since then, Xavier had observed as the feisty teen stopped showing up to classes and had confined himself to Practice Room #1.

So the crowd found themselves in shock. Taking the opportunity of inactivity, Xavier burst forward, approaching him carefully.

"Lets go, Nyx," Xavier smiled, stopping in front of Nyx.

The other boy studied him, sorting through his friendly violet eyes with suspicion. Xavier reached a hand forwards to touch Nyx and pull him away from the mess. Nyx flinched.

"Don't."  The words were a low growl.

Xavier pulled away instantly and instead pleaded Nyx to leave with him with his eyes.

"Nyx." 

As the crowd began to come back to life Nyx gave in. Xavier's smile turned into a relieved grin as Nyx turned away. Xavier followed next to him and they made their way back to Practice room #1.