-Dominic's POV-

I step into a quiet corridor.

Most of my days start like this one and it's not quiet because I'm alone, nor is it quiet because I instruct it to be. Instead, it's quiet because the crowds of people who are here all stop and stare. I'm not popular here but you could say that I seem to stick out like a sore thumb despite how dark and plain my clothing is. Maybe it's because I don't fit anywhere else that everyone seems to notice.

But if I were honest, I couldn't care less.

I carry on walking with my necklace bouncing gently on my chest as the bell rang signalling my first class: science. I'd be lying if I was a straight-A student, science itself was one of my lesser favourite subjects, but it was one of my first three lessons so I went in.

I got to the seat, which was left empty specifically for me, and sat down. It was far from everyone else and there were seats left empty around me too. Again, I didn't necessarily choose this seat but it's where I and the rest of the class came to a silent agreement on during the first week where I made it obvious that I didn't want to talk or be talked to by anyone. It was my nature to be alone here.

As I was sat down and started drawing habitually in my book, the voices in the class lowered into murmurs. I didn't have people around me so I couldn't hear what was going on unless I found out myself so I lifted my gaze towards the front of the class and the first thing I saw was a pair of grey eyes staring back at me. We held onto each other's eyes before breaking off at the same time. As he looked to his right I mirrored him and looked to his left, watching four more guys following the first one.

A piece of paper was given to the teacher who, after reading it, smiled after nodding, "you five must be the new students I was told about!" She exclaimed more excitedly than necessary.

I sighed once hearing this. It was inevitable that they would have to sit next to or near me now since those were the only seats available but before they could come and sit down the substitute teacher made them introduce themselves which almost made me roll my eyes.

The last one to come in started, "Well I'll go first! My name's Zack Winsky, I'm 17 and I like the colour blue!" Zack seemed like a cheerful and enthusiastic character with his dirty blond hair and bright blue eyes. His clothing was casual, no emphasised effort was put in. He grinned at the end of his introduction and the class seemed to ease into him.

Next was a guy with dull green eyes and a smile which lacked effort. "Hey, I'm Jason Telix and I'm also 17." Jason had jet black hair and his clothing style was similar to Zack's except the colour pallet was darker yet his physic could still be seen from under it. He was strong.

Two other guys went after him and introduced themselves as Blake and Jake Lucifer. Twins with opposite personalities. Blake seemed similar to me, laidback and calm but with a slight murderous aura. Jake, on the other hand, seemed more like Zack was. Energetic. But one thing they did have identical was the dirty look in their eyes, making me want to roll my eyes again. Other girls in the class didn't seem to think about what I did though and were quick to fall for them.

As my mind wondered, I felt someone watching me so I turned to the last person who had yet to introduce himself. He looked as if he cared more about his appearance, more modern and a controlling feel to him. From the corner of his shirt, I also spotted a tattoo crawling from the collar of his neck but I was too far to identify anything it said. What intrigued me the most though was his eyes which were identical to mine. As grey as a rainy day's sky. "I'm Nickolas Sector."

There were girls in the class who instantly fan-girled over his strong British accent but his eyes wouldn't leave mine nor did mine falter from his. It almost turned into a contest but after a moment we pulled apart again.

After that, the guys were told to take a seat so they all walked towards me but before they could get to their seats a random person decided to bring me into the unpleasant light. "Demonic sits there on her own though, doesn't she?" she asked and everyone turned to face me but before anything else was said the teacher started her lesson.

I tried ignoring the three people behind me and the two on my row but it came to no avail. Zack, who was sitting next to me, turned and started talking, "is Demonic really your name?" he asked so I turned to him slightly to face him and respectfully put my hood down. "Sorry?" behind me I heard one of the guys whisper to Nickolas, "hey Nick she has the same accent as you" but I ignored it.

Zack gave me a smirk and answered, "I mean you look angelic to me so why are you demonic?" I guess I was supposed to be touched but instead I couldn't help but smirk right back. "It's not my name but I wouldn't be called demonic if I didn't do something to deserve the title," I said and let my face go back monotone before turning back to my drawing which was starting to look like a bouquet of wilting flowers holding one plastic one which stood out in the middle. There was nothing significant about it and I was probably going to throw the page away once this lesson had ended but before the lesson could end the drawing was snatched off of my table and Zack held it in his hands whispering, "woah" before nudging Blake who was on his other side and getting him to look at it. I would have cared more if I even cared in the first place.

Time past, the lesson ended and the teacher left, giving the class the opportunity that they had been waiting for in order to come and swarm the new guys. I took this time to get the hell out. Fortunately, I was ignored as I packed up and was able to leave the room with little difficulty. As I walked I received a text from Xavier which pulled me back to reality. I read the text informing me of tonight's fight schedule and replied with an, 'I'll be there' before turning my phone off and getting ready to go but before I could move further, someone stood in front of me, blocking me.

"Where do you think you're going?" I looked up at his face to see it was the same pair of grey eyes that was sitting behind me in class. "Far from where your business lies" I responded with a smirk before walking past him and out of the door.

-Nickolas' POV-

The lads and I walked through the school gates half of us excited and the other half, myself included, with nothing but boredom. Even the trophy cases disinterested me. The only reason we were here was that it wasn't safe in England any more or else I would have happily stayed there.

Blake walked up to us and handed us our timetables which all differed to my misfortune. Yet at least we had our first lesson together which happened to be science, one of my better subjects.

Before we entered the classroom Zack said something about calling dibs on the seat next to the hottest girl and we all chuckled as I pushed open the door. I walked in, looking around to see that the room was old and run down as well as the teacher who was teaching in it. I had started missing England already. The layout of the room was too much like what you would find on TV and it was almost suffocating. As I scanned the room my eyes met with another pair of grey ones that caught me off guard. We looked at each other but broke off before it could get too awkward.

The teacher said something about us introducing ourselves making me sigh and thankful that Zack volunteered to go first. During that time I couldn't help but have my gaze go back to the girl with grey eyes. She seemed to stand out from everyone else even though her clothing style was simple and covered. Her hoodie hid anything interesting and I couldn't tell how tall she was while she was sitting down but I could tell that her posture was pristine and she had a huge dangerous presence. I didn't like it.

She must have felt me staring again because she looked back at me. This time I didn't back down. She didn't either which spiked my annoyance. I introduced myself when it was my turn and kept my stance until we were told to go sit down. "Demonic sits there on her own though, doesn't she?" A girl called out which made me raise my eyebrow and look towards Jason who seemed to be thinking the same thing as me. Demonic huh? I thought with a little satisfaction before taking a seat behind her. There wasn't much to see from the back of her head considering her hood was covering most of it but there was a part of her hair poking out with a nice light brown colour.

Zack, who had sat next to demonic, started talking to her which made me half-smile, getting some information from her wouldn't be bad. I had thought but it didn't seem like I nor Zack was going to get it easily. She didn't seem interested at all but instead left us hanging which made me scoff and lean back in my chair, reminding myself that she doesn't matter.

The rest of the lesson went by slowly and I could hardly remember anything about it except the fact that it was all a recap of things I had already learned last year. When it did eventually end though the class or the majority of the girls at least, started crowding around our tables, wanting our attention, asking us questions, almost pushing themselves onto us which I wasn't necessarily against.

Suddenly, I was pulled out of the ruckus when Jake passes me a drawing and says, "check it out Nick, your girl knows how to draw." I snatched the drawing out of his hands whilst scoffing at him. "She's not, 'my girl'," I reply and looked down as the drawing properly and in slight amazement. "Sure bro, we saw you checking her out at the introduction." I gave him a half-smile and shook my head.

After that, I looked in front of me, expecting to see the artist in black but she had seemed to vanish which made my smile fall. Out of curiosity, I got up in search of her. Right now she seemed to be the only amusing thing about this school so I had to keep an eye out for her.

I was near the exit of the building when I see her. She's texting on her phone and looked ready to leave which confused me. The day just started, where could she be going? I decided to stop her so I stood in her path, expecting her to bump into me but her reflexes were quick and she stopped in front of me instead despite not looking up yet. I couldn't exactly see her face but I'm sure it held a questionable look.

"Where're you going?" I ask her, looking down at her phone's screen to see a notification pop up under a guy's name. Who's Xavier? I wonder as I wait for a reply. "Far from where your business lies." She states and walks away from me like I was nothing.

It takes me a few seconds to register what she says but when I do and turn to look at her in disbelief, she's already gone.

My hands curl into fists. No one treats me with that sort of disrespect and it looks like I'll have to teach her that lesson for as long as I'm in this school.

-Dominic's POV (3 months later)-

It's been three months since Nickolas and the rest of the guys have joined the school and I can honestly say it's not the most pleasant of changes.

Fortunately, the attention that I had been getting before had lessened and instead the school was separated into teams of supporters either for or against me or the guys. They hated me for whatever reason and in turn, I hate them back and that had turned the school into a war zone. They had the upper hand considering there were five of them and one of me but that didn't matter because I was physically stronger than most of them even if they didn't know it. They didn't need to know anything and I was keeping it that way.

"Oi demonic hold-up!" Called out a familiar voice so I kept walking, just my luck that the halls were empty right now. "I said hold-up! God! Can't you hear anything with that hoodie on bitch?" I turned to look at my side just as he caught up to me making me frown. "What do you want this time Nickolas?" I asked patiently even though I already had a feeling I knew what he was going to say. "I was going to tell you how bad you looked," he then grabbed my hood and roughly pulled it down making me stop momentarily before he carried on, "but now that I actually see you properly you look really fucked up. You being abused or what?" He asked tauntingly at my new bruises and gashes. I roll my eyes, shoving him away as he laughs to himself.

I had a fight yesterday and saying it left some marks was an understatement. Nickolas wasn't wrong when he said I looked fucked up. Punching, ducking, kicking, getting punched, ducking, getting kicked, punching, ducking, kicking, punching again and again until he was knocked out and I was declared the winner. I climb down the stairs, collect my money and do it all again. A normal routine for the second strongest street fighter in the country. For that title, I've accepted all the terms and consequences. The hours of training, the abandonment of a normal teenage life, the beauty and femininity that I could have had. I wear my scars like secret trophies and my title is the evidence of my hard work even if no one really knows it's me.

"Leave her alone for the day Nick. I'm sure she'll get beat again when she goes home anyway." Zack chips in and they both laugh at me as I start walking away again. "Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Nickolas calls which makes me sigh and turn. "Sorry to disappoint you boys but I've got a class to get to." "You should be sorry" Jason mumbles loud enough for me to hear but as I head back round I say, "I didn't say I was sorry, listen closely next time man." tauntingly with a grin in response to his growl. After that, I hear their shoes hitting the floor, starting to chase me but the corridor started to get crowded right on cue so I was able to get away successfully and make it to class on time.

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Once class was over I walked towards my locker with caution but this time I was met with a different familiar face which made me smile slightly. "Hey, D" He greats and I open my locker as I reply, "Hey Blake." To my surprise, Blake and I became friends..-ish. It was a forbidden friendship, to say the least. If his friends knew then there'd be a huge situation so we've decided that he treats me the way they do when they're around and he gets to act whatever way he wants when we're alone. This seemed beneficial to me too regardless so I didn't care. That's because he doesn't get to have the time to questions me deeply. He knew no more than anyone else did and although he was closer to me than anyone else here, it didn't make him any different and he wasn't going to be different.

"How's your day been so far?" He asks and I shrug. "Nothing out of the ordinary, what about you?" I answer but he doesn't reply. I look up to his face and he rolls his eyes at me which was our sign telling me that the other guys were behind me. "Why're you so fucking close to me? Fuck off!" He shouts, grabbing my face and shoving me against the lockers which makes my neck click audibly. The commotion seemed to have gotten attention because the people around us started circling around. "Nice going Blake" Compliments Blakes twin brother, Jake, as he comes to stand next to him and grins down at me as I hold my neck.

I look into Blake's eyes and see concern which makes me want to laugh but I keep myself composed and nod in reassurance. Yet something gave me the feeling that this was just the beginning.

As I leaned against the lockers, Jason and Zack came and grabbed my arms holding me in place which made me tense. Something bad was going to happen. They had never hit me properly but I knew all too well that it was going to happen now. Yet I held my ground and stood without fear.

Nickolas then walked in front of me with a stern face, rolling up his sleeves in hopes of scaring me with his forearms but I wasn't impressed. He walked closer towards me until his mouth was centimeters away from my ear and says, "now I hope you know your rightful place." Before suddenly giving me a blow to the stomach. I gasp more in shock than pain when it hit but it must have come by as the opposite because Nickolas looked down with an almost satisfied look.

There were a few people who shouted in the background, trying to get Nickolas to stop but they were held back by Blake and Jake so Nickolas was free to keep punching me. I knew I could have fought back, I could fuck him up, but then all of my hard work would go to waste so I stood there and took the beating even when I started coughing and bleeding. He wouldn't stop, I could see the anger and resentment in his eyes with every blow. So I would stand there and take it.

Until my phone went off.

My eyes widened and everyone went silent. Fuck. I thought, knowing it was Xavier. All of my things had been thrown on the floor in the process and Nickolas seemed to show interest in my phone now rather than me. Fuck. I watched as Nick went and walked towards my phone which made me panic.

Using Jason and Zack as support, I jumped and kicked both of them to the side which made them let go so when I landed, I ran towards my bag, slid on the floor, tripping Nickolas before grabbing my things and running out of the building. Once I was a safe distance away, I reached into my bag and took out an energy drink, opening it and raising it to my mouth as I read the text Xavier sent.

Xavier: Meet me at the club as soon as you can, quick.

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I park my motorbike, rush inside the building and burst into our private room.

"Great timing Xavier! You nearly got me caught today with that damn text of yours!" I exclaim while setting my school things aside and putting on my signature custom made leather jacket with the initials M.D on the back made with gems. It stands for: 'Mysterious Demon'.

"No one gives a fuck, Demon" Xavier replies, indifferent to my entrance. Xavier, is my trainer, my friend, my father figure, and most importantly, he's the world's strongest street fighter, my rival. We work as a team outside of the ring but are ready to kill each other inside the ring.

"What did you want me here in such a hurry for anyway? It's too early for today's matches." I ask while watching him pick a shirt for tonight. "And don't be all, 'I wanted to see how you've been' because I know that's a lie," I added and he grinned my way before putting on a shirt.

"How do I look?"