The classroom was dead silent, with stifling warmth coming from the cluster of bodies.

“Good morning, I am Professor Zyanya. It’s nice to meet you. I hope we all have a fun year together. In this class, I will be teaching you guys hand-to-hand combat skills, long-distance combat skills, and how to add your powers to your fights.

“This class won’t be too hard, and I’m not a fan of giving any homework, but I’ll leave you all a question to think over at the end of the class. Well, that’s it for my introduction. You all can either tell me your names or just do your own thing.”

I stared at my class for any answers, but no one volunteered to share their name. “You can do whatever you want, but don’t let it get too loud.” Students turned to one another, whispering in each other’s ears.

Clearly, I made the best first impression.

I glanced at Jasper, who gave me a thumbs up, looking proud of me like I was his son. I smirked at him and halted when someone caught my attention. It felt like time itself had stopped.

The girl had a unique face. She had a long, snow white passion twist, full pink soft lips, her long lashes holding the stars, wide down turned stormy eyes, and deep brown skin, I thought was glowing; she looked like midnight itself. The girl tilted her head to the side once she saw me staring. I cleared my throat and looked away.

I'm finally going insane, but for the first time, my mind was finally calm.

I glanced at the girl, unable to keep my eyes from straying away from her. She was talking to another familiar girl, but I couldn’t remember where I had seen her before. She had glowing tan skin, spring green eyes, and curly light brown hair. The girl beside her locked eyes with mine, and then her whole face turned a deep red. She buried her face in her tan hands.

Was she hyperventilating? Do I need to rush her to the nurse’s office?

No, if she needed help, she would have told me. Should I ask the stormy-eyed woman her name?

Stop it, you're not a weirdo. Act professionally.

“Professor Zyanya! I need to ask you a question! Can I come down?” Jasper asked, standing from his seat, and I nodded. He ran down the steps as students glared at him. They probably thought he was a teacher's pet.

Jasper smirked at me, “You looked like you might need a friend.”

“A loyal one.”

Jasper smacked my back, “rude!”

I rubbed the sting on my back, feeling the itch on my hands begging for a fight, begging for another life. I glanced at the girl and locked eyes with her, zoning out all the other noise. 

At that moment, I wished to do nothing but cover my hands with her blood and stand over her limp body.