Jax's POV

I ran out of the classroom the second we were demised. Callum ran up close behind but I didn't stop. 

 A firm scowl on my face insured that everyone parted the way for me so I didn't bump into anyone. A feeling ran down my back as I thought about the awkward class I was forced to sit through. 

 About halfway through the class Callum and cleared his throat loudly, catching the teacher's attention. When she looked over to him she noticed the glare he had been giving her. From the point forward thee two of them glared at each other for the rest of the time.

 If anyone else in that room picked up on what was happening they didn't act on it. Maybe there was still a bit of criminal in all of them. The part where if you see something you say nothing to avoid getting mixed up in a bad thing.

"I'm sorry about her," Callum said when he finally caught up to me. "I'd like to say it doesn't happen often but I would lying. She whores around with any student that needs to pass her class. She might even give you lower grades to help her odds but don't fall for it. She's definitely not worth it."

"Are you speaking from experience?" I asked with a small smile that I doubt he could see but with a teasing voice.

"Hell no," he said quickly. "I'm not trying to catch shit and sleeping with her would be the best way to do it." I couldn't help the small chuckle that slipped past my lips. Callum said nothing about it but judging by the look he shot me I could tell he heard it.

 "So how do I get to the next class? Do I have to go find Ryder or something?" 

 "I'll drop you off there before then go to my class," he explained as he started walking again.

"I can already tell I'm about to fail this class," I mutter to myself when Callum stopped at a random cabin and announced it was my classroom. 

"We won't let that happen," Ryder said from behind me with a smile on his face. 

 "You're going to have to be one hell of a teacher if you are going to get me to pass any of these classes," I say, making Ryder frown.

 To be completely honest, I was never really one for school. It never interested me before I started fighting and after I started it was never a priority.

I barely showed up on most days because of the so-called training my dad would make me do. In reality, it was just me lifting weights and running on a track while he told me how bad I was doing. 

"Liam is a lot better than either of us," Ryder said, making me frown again. 

"So I've been told."

"It's time to head in," Ryder said excitedly as he took my hand and attempted to pull me into the room. I say attempted because I barely budged until I chose to pick up my foot and follow him to a random desk. 

"Do you like this class of something?" I asked as I sat down at the desk beside him.

 "No, not at all. Why do you ask?" He said in a serious voice that made me wonder if he was just that good at being sarcastic.

"You just seemed pretty excited about," I explained as I looked around the room and saw people littered around the room talking to each other. 

 Ryder blushed slightly but said nothing in response to my statement so I figured the conversation was over and busied myself with the piece of paper Callum had given me earlier.

 So far it was full of small doodles that I had worked on all through the first class. It had been a good way to distract myself from the looks that the teacher was giving me.

"Those are pretty good," Ryder said as he looked over to the page. "You should join the art class."

 "We have an art class?" 

I remembered the art class from my old school being lifeless and boring. No one really wanted to be in that class, not even the ones who couldn't go three seconds without painting something. 

 "Yep. It's pretty fun. I took it last year but I wasn't any good at it so I quit. You would be good at it though. It's well funded since we don't have sports teams."

"We don't have sports teams?" That was the only thing that somewhat interested me in this while camp and we didn't even have them. I always wanted to be on the basketball team at my old school but I never had enough time to show up from practices. That and my dad didn't want me to do anything that would take away fighting time. 

"Nope. Mary banned them after the first season of football when the camp first opened. It apparently got too violent and a lot of teams were afraid to play us."

"Well that's unfortunate," I said as I looked back down at my paper.

 "You really should go to the art class though. I think you would like it."

"I'll think about it," I mumbled to get him to stop talking about it but I would never actually do it. 

 Math class was a lot harder than I thought it was going to be, even Ryder, who had been in this class for a while, looked as if he was struggling to keep up. 

"About how much trouble would I get in if I didn't do the homework?" I asked Ryder as he packed up his backpack.

Just as he was about to answer a voice came from behind me.

"A lot. If I were you I would at least fill in random answers if you don't understand." I turn to look at whoever spoke. It was the teacher who had just given us like ten pages of homework.

He had a small glare on his face but it didn't intimate me one bit. 

 "Keep an eye on your new friend," he said to Ryder as if I wasn't even here. "He seems to be one of those who cause trouble where ever he goes. I'd hate to see him leave us so soon." Ryder only nodded in response as he took me by the arm and led me out of the cabin.

This was just great. So far I've only had two classes and one was ready to jump my bones while the other hated me more than anything. I was having just the best luck at this camp.

"Don't mind him. He likes to pick on kids with more... violent backgrounds."

 "Well that's just perfect now isn't?" I said with a pissed off and annoyed tone as I picked up my pace, making Ryder speed up as well. "Where are we going now?"

"We get to go back to the cabin for a few minutes to change into gym clothes then we'll all head to P.E."

At least I had a gym class. I was in perfect shape, there was no way whoever taught this last class could hate me. All of my past gym teachers liked me; mainly because they didn't have to yell at me to pick up the pace or to stop lazing around the gym.

When we got back to the cabin Liam and Callum were already there waiting for us and for once no one was making out with someone else.

 "I forgot to get you a pair of shorts yesterday so you'll have to borrow Callum's for now," Ryder explained as he walked over to Callum's drawer and pulled out some shorts without even asking. "You can go ahead and use the bathroom to change if you want. I'll go after you."

 I smirk at him and roll my eyes a bit as lift my shirt over my head as I walked over to my bed. I felt three pairs of eyes on me as I pulled a new shirt out of my drawer and slipped it over my head. 

 "I'm sure there are many more interesting things to look at other than my back," I say in an annoyed voice even though I didn't really care if they looked. 

"I don't know," Callum began, a smirk evident in his voice. "Your back is pretty interesting."

I felt a blush slowly rise up my neck but I was able to push it back down before it reached it my cheeks.

I said nothing to Callum as I stepped out of my jeans and into his gym shorts faster than I had put on my shirt. It made me uncomfortable when I felt their eyes on my ass. 

 Being shirtless and being gawked at is different than having someone openly stare at your ass. Besides, I was use to people looking at me shirtless; in the summer people rarely fought with a shirt on. 

"Are we ready to leave or not?" I asked rudely when I turned around.

Ryder had a bright blush on his normally pale skin. Callum was staring with a smirk still. Liam had his arms crossed over his chest as he watched me with an unreadable expression that didn't settle the nervous in my stomach. 

"Just let me go change real quick," Ryder mumbled out as he shuffled to the bathroom.

The three of us stood in complete silence as we waited for Ryder to finish up in the bathroom.

"I like your tattoo," Liam said, his face still unreadable and his voice was void of emotion, it made me wonder if he was being serious or just wanted to fill the silence in the air.

"Thanks, I guess."

"It's really unique. Where did you come up with it?"

 "I don't know. I just drew it one day and asked the guy to put in on my back."

 "So it doesn't mean anything then?" For most of this conversation, he was able to keep all emotions out of his face and voice, but at this one sentence he messed up. 

Relief slipped into his voice just enough for me to pick up on it, which was surprising. 

"No," I said a little too quickly. "It doesn't mean anything."

Liam looked like he was about to say something else but Ryder picked the perfect time to come out of the bathroom and announced he was ready to head to the gym. 

Of course, my tattoo meant something. What was the point of having a tattoo if it didn't mean something? 

If I had to guess Liam already had a pretty good idea as to what it meant. It went over most people's heads and most of the time I'm able to convince people that I wanted it just because it was cool looking. 

 But like I had been told twice today already, Liam was smarter than most people. And the simplicity of it on top of my quick answer I'm sure he already knows exactly what it meant.

My only problem with him knowing was what he was going to do with what he knew. He didn't seem like the type of person to sell information but I also don't know what he's here for. 

 If he were a fighter like me (which I knew he wasn't based on how he acted yesterday when he found out) he wouldn't say anything. But if he was in a gang then it was probably a common practice for him to tell everything he knew to just about anyone who would listen. 

One thing for sure, I was going to keep a closereye on Liam for a while.