Finding my classroom wasn't as hard as finding the office. Here we all had fixed classrooms and didn't have to move to respective classrooms for each period. The teachers came to us.

When I reached the class assigned to me, all the students seemed to be already in their places. A stout man with a bald head was standing at the center of the class, talking about something. His face was nearly hidden beneath the humongous black-rimmed glasses he was wearing. But his eyes seemed to be unusually sharp behind his glasses. To put it bluntly, he reminded me of a bald, glasses-wearing, Indian version of Professor Snape. And that was disturbing. Very, very disturbing.

I guess he was my homeroom teacher.

Even before I could open my mouth and announce my presence, all the heads in the classroom, including the teacher's, turned to look at me. And let me tell you, that was scary. Like, horror film scary.

The teacher did not say anything but simply cocked his left eyebrow.

What the hell...?

He looked at me with no expression and eventually the small voice at the back of my head figured out that he wanted me to introduce myself.

"Um.. ." I dragged the word out as long as possible. What should I say, again?

"Yes?" the man asked through gritted teeth. Wow, why would he be this angry for no reason?

I shook my head and took a deep breath. "Sir... I'm a... transfer student," I said hesitantly.

I seriously don't know what else to say. Normally teachers would smile and initiate the first question when the student is new, but this man was not helping much.

All the eyes on me felt like needles piercing through me.

"Introduce yourself," the teacher ordered before he went and stood behind his desk.

I swallowed. "Hi," I said lamely. Do boys even introduce themselves like this?

"I—I'm Uthra," I stuttered pathetically and a few boys snickered.

Way to go, Uthra. This is how you make an impression.

I glanced back at the teacher since in the universal language, I've introduced myself.

His emotionless face turned into a frown. "Former school?" he muttered, and I froze.

Aw shit.

I can't say my former school's name. It is a renounced all girls school for God's sake!

What to do? What to do?! WHAT TO DO!?!

"SKVG," I blurted out, and this time the teacher raised both his eyebrows.

"Does this school really exist?" he asked and I panicked.

Does he already know I'm a girl?

I nodded and shook my head.

People, by now, would be thinking I was some sort of retard. I bet it more or less looked like I was rotating my head.

In the background I heard boisterous laughter and some whispered comments.

I seriously know how to mess things up. Yay me!

I smiled weakly. "It, er, it is just a small town school," I lied pathetically.

If he asks the name of the town, I'll certainly die of a heart attack. What is wrong with this guy? First he does not welcome me. Now he seems to enjoy my stupidity.

"Which town?" He raised his brow mockingly and a small smirk was plastered on his face. Was he really a teacher? I swallowed and tried to wipe my sweaty hands on the sides of my pants. Seriously, why did I think of coming to this place in the first place?

The teacher's smirk grew.

Oh how I'd love to smack that smirk of his from his damn face.

"Uh... " I dragged.

Suddenly some voice dragged me from my hyperventilating mind.

"Sir, I think the introduction part is enough. That guy looks like he'll pass out any second."

I glanced up at the direction of the sound to see a tall boy standing there.

Why the hell were all the guys in this school this tall? I mean, was it like, a requirement?

He walked steadily to the front and stopped before me.

"Hi," he said bumping my fist with his. "The name's Ryan. Class President."

"Uthra... " I dragged, unsure "... transfer student?"

He laughed aloud as if that was the biggest joke he had heard. Was that even funny? And wasn't he even aware of Professor Snape standing there and watching us like a hawk?

"You're funny," the guy said with a finality.

Judgmental idiot.

I'm not funny, okay? I'm just nervous so I'm spouting out nonsense which looks comedic to this boy.

"Should I say thanks?" I asked dryly but Ryan just chuckled, shaking his head.

"Ryan, could you show him to his seat?" Professor Snape said, his voice emphasizing “him.”

My heart shuddered at the way he uttered the word “him,” and just like that, I knew something was certainly not right about this doppelgänger of Snape. I had to talk to Uncle about this guy. I could somehow feel that he had already figured out my secret.

I did not glance at any student as Ryan led me to the back of the class. I was shown the blank space beside a guy who was sleeping, his head resting on his arms. A guy sleeping while the teacher is in the classroom. Great.

Just great.

"Don't mind him," Ryan whispered and smiled before going back to his place.

All the benches were two-seaters.

I glanced at the boy beside me as I sat down. And I couldn't help but notice his hair. It was black. Not the usual black that was common. I mean, it's just black but I don't know, it was... it was... different.

Oh seriously, screw my vocabulary. It needs a major update.

Feeling a little uncomfortable, I looked up to notice most of the class peeking at me. I glared. Where were we? Primary school? I'm just a new kid and I embarrassed the hell out of myself a few minutes ago. And still they want to look at me like I'm a new creature on the face of earth?

They all turned around when they sensed my glare. Normally I was a calm, happy being. But today I felt very angry. My mind was automatically making snarky remarks for each and every thing that irritated me..

I sighed. Get a grip, Uthra.

My angry thoughts were interrupted by a groan. I looked at the boy beside me. He mumbled something incoherent as he rubbed his eyes. His hands froze when he saw me. "Why are you sitting here?"

To say I was startled would be an understatement. His voice sounded low, dry, and cold. The perfect combination while talking to a new person. Such a cheerful tone. I raised my head defensively. "I was assigned to this seat," I said flatly.

He simply shrugged before turning to the front. He took out the respective books needed for the first class and I took out mine.I couldn't help but glance at him but he never acknowledged me, not even once. Oh, what a great bench partner!

I just hoped that my so-called moody roommate wasn’t like this.