Chapter 3

Summer's POV

The Bloody Welcome Party

I'm still yawning while looking at the schedule I just got. I never really expected to wake up early. My first class is on the fifth floor. English. I maybe a bad girl but I'm not a dumbass. The ones I choose to hear sink into my brain. What's that? Selective Retention? Selective Attention? Uh! Too bad. This school does not have an elevator for students. If there is, only in the faculty area. I gotta take the stairs ... the hateful tiring stairs.

I pushed the door open the moment that I found my room number. I'm slightly nervous but it felt normal ... another cliché. I'm a school hopper, remember?

"You must be the new kid. Introduce yourself to the class, please," said the teacher I met. All the attention is already focused on me. I really hate getting someone's attention ... or worse, everyone's attention.

"Hi. I'm Summer Leondale," I sparingly. They seem to be waiting for what I have to say next. But the teacher immediately realized that I had no intention of adding to my long and meaningful introduction.

"I'm Mr. Daniel Flores, your English Instructor. You can take your seat, anywhere you want," said my teacher, an elderly man with a mirror and I walked to the far end.

I must say that Mr. Flores captured the interest of the students while teaching. He's good at it, actually. The discussion went well when the door was violently opened and five male students entered. No! They're the gorgeous gangsters from yesterday! How can I forget their korning name? Black Government. Duh! They could have used Puppeteers, Tomblrs, Fiery Glaciers, Blazing Dragons, Dark Fangs, Boys Generation, Wonder Boys, Super Juniors, Kattuns ... Uh! Sorry for that! It's kinda normal for me to make fun of high school gangs.

But what really caught my attention was the man in front of them. I did not see him yesterday. He got this messy, fashionable brown hair, tall, sharp nose, thin and reddish lips and those eyes ... mysterious brown eyes ... and dang it! How long have I been descriptive of a man's appearance? Oh, well, okay. Now. Tss.

"Freniere! Montreal! Sison! Lowe! West! For Heaven's sake! You're 45 minutes late!" Controlling the angry language of Mr. Flores them. Whoah! He really looked scary! If he had been my teacher in the first school I attended, I might have been sober and not kicked out. Oh, well! That was a bad imagination on my part and I'm a terrible liar even with this.

"Wow. It looks like you're new here. Aren't you getting used to it?" The bulky and black-haired man from yesterday asked. Though I'm not really appreciative of guys, I can't deny

the obvious that he's damn hot. He's more like an anime bishie with his hair and yeah, get up. They sat at the end. Those who moved voluntarily moved just for them. Weird. What do they have to manipulate the environment? Mr. did not answer yet. Flores and resumed the failed lesson.

I have not been their classmates yet, but some of them I have been facing in some subjects since yesterday. Whoah. For the first time I became invisible and normal, ah. I mean, I'm used to trying to be bullied, but it ends up being the one harassing them. And then I wonder why I kick-out, there's nothing wrong with self defense ...

It's already lunch time and I'm having pizza and coke on my tray, and well, chocolate bar and blueberry cheesecake. I'm heading to the far vacant table on the corner when Jamie and Mirden accompany me with their lunch trays.

"It's sad when no one has lunch at the same time," Mirden said with a smile.

I sighed. It looks like I can do nothing to drive away this nasty thing. I just had lunch quietly while the two were talking. Sometimes I answer their question, but do not celebrate because sometimes not often. And suddenly, tension embraced the cafeteria again. Ten gorgeous and hot members of Black Government came in, invading the center tables.

Only now do I see students capable of casting in-crowds on the center table. You know those bragging varsity players and cheerleaders. Oh, not cast at all, because some varsities seem to be with them and some cheerleaders are trying to flirt with them ... unsuccessfully. Particularly the one who looks like their leader. Even if he looks super hot to the nth level, you can feel in his aura that he is totally cold-hearted and arrogant.

"Remember them? Of course they are bound to be remembered ... so that you won't mess with them," Jamie said when he noticed where my vision was. Before I could tie my tongue, I asked what was in my brain.

"Who's that guy? He wasn't there yesterday." Gawd! This tongue must be punished. Tsk. How long have I been interested in someone's name? Or a man at that?

"He is Van Freniere. The leader of the Black Government. He was not there yesterday because it looks like he needs to fix something outside the school. Curse that guy! His family is damn rich and forbiddenly powerful!" Mirden replied.

"So is Zach Martinia. The leader of Dark Monarch. Well, all the main members of those two gangs, eh," Jamie replied.

"Looks like there is no Dark Monarch today here, ah. I heard that some of their members were beaten too much yesterday. It's obvious that the Black Government is more superior when the Mafia Boss informs the Freniere. But then, Van himself banned Mafia to invade school. "

I almost choked on what I found out about Mirden. Mafia? Okay, I maybe a bad-*** freak but I'm not stupid to do a crazy stunt against the Mafia ... But then, why should I be scared? Isn't the Mafia not going to interfere?

We parted when the bell rang and my next classes became normal and orderly. The serene calmness before a terrible storm comes. Oh, well, this is only my starting day so the signs that I will be expelled are not yet visible.

Last Subject- PE I felt a slight relief when I found out that Jamie was also my classmate ... and a little fear when the five members of the Black Government from my English class became my classmates again. They sure can manipulate their schedule so they stay together.

Girls are on black shorts and red shirts in this class. Boys are on black jogging pants and blue shirts. Montello seemed to love colors for their PE uniform. And the annoying, those gangster kids were just happy on their gangster outfits and lazily slumped down on the bleachers.

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