It was the first day of classes. I got prepared, but had to wait for Andrew, and he took longer than a normal dude should.
For now, we would be taking general classes before we had to fine-tune what we had to do as a whole, and select the classes that were for us.
We left the dorm and headed out, walking through the academy. The warm glow of the rising sun hugged our skins, and the smell of morning dew was still there.
The students were walking about, each one dressed in the academy uniform, their heads held high because of the pride that they had in them. Being students of the academy was no easy feat.
But this academy was anything but normal, and these four years were going to be something else in the academy; I know it for certain.
We finally got to the classroom building, where a majority of the classrooms were held, and there were a ton of students already inside.
Each one already forming the cliques that they wanted to be in. I personally understand the human need to form those groups; it works to validate themselves and give them a sense of protection.
But it was stupid, to me at least. Those cliques would be the downfall of almost anyone; it's a self-made prison with no proper plan to escape when the time is right.
I looked to my side, my eyes lingering on Andrew. Was he my clique? Would I be pulled into the same issue as other students that form cliques? I don't know, but Andrew doesn't seem like that type of person, well, I hope he isn't.
I looked ahead, and the first class was there. It was more of an orientation class than, it was to be held in a larger hall that could fit all the first-year students that the academy had enrolled.
I walked to the door, looking forward. Yet somehow, right when I was about to enter, a dude rammed me to the side. He used a massive frame, tall and sharp-eyed.
"Huh? Why the hell are you standing in my way?" He bellowed, turning to look at me. He stood there, his frame eclipsing me and Andrew. Andrew stepped back a bit, shocked by this aggressive dude.
I looked at him, clicking my tongue at this cliché. His eyes locked on me, carrying the stare of a man eager for trouble. I wasn't having any of that, not to talk about the fact that I have no strength whatsoever, I also didn't want a bad rep on my name. That would be a bad start.
So I did what any reasonable person would do: I rage-baited him by walking through his side and completely ignoring him like the insect he was. Hahaha.
I stepped to the side and Andrew followed. He walked past him, and oh boy, that was the greatest feeling. I could literally hear his breathing spike and see his fist clench.
I know, I know, I might get punched because of this, but I couldn't just resist at all. I walked to the door. This dude spun around instantly; his hands reached out and grabbed me by the collar, pulling me forward.
His eyes shined with rage; his breathing was so heavy I touched my face, yuck. I looked him dead in the eye, seeing all the rage. I knew I'd won.
"What the hell? Do you think you can run into me and walk away?" He roared; his loud voice pulled the attention of everyone.
Andrew stood behind me, already freaking out. He looked around for a teacher or someone to call, anyone, but there was no one near and he didn't want to leave the scene.
I looked at the bear of a person, and honestly, he wasn't as scary as he thought he was. Sure he was big and all that, but he wasn't threatening at all.
"You ran into me first, but I said nothing and decided to step to the side and allow you to have the win, yet your small ego managed to get hurt by something like that.
Behind that thick dome of yours, I'm sure there is more space than brain, because if you had a brain, you would understand that there are better things to do on the first day than bully someone because you can." I let the words rip, each one sharpened to hit a nerve.
And with every word I spoke, the more his anger spiked. "I'll break your face, you bastard." He roared and punched; I saw it coming, that was it.
I moved my head to the side fast, and the punch flew past my head, grazing my ear. It stung, a lot, but I focused, swinging my leg as fast as possible, right into the groin, and I could swear I heard a crunch.
"Arghhhhhhhhh!" He screamed in pain and collapsed to the ground, holding his nuts in pure agony. I'm sure every guy that saw that felt it.
"If you come to bully someone, don't expect them to fight fair," I said.
"What is happening here?" I suddenly heard a stern female voice behind me. I turned around quick; it was a teacher. A tall, late, twenties woman with silver hair and eyes, pale skin, and a beautiful face.
But right now, she looked like she was about to take my soul. I knew this woman; her name was Elena, one of the teachers who had a main part in the plot of the story.
"So? Is someone going to explain?" she asked. I took a deep breath and narrated what happened. She listened; she didn't rush me, which was good.
When I was done, her eyes moved to the still-grimacing bully. She asked, "Is what he said true? Do not lie."
Yup, that was her signature line. It was never explained how in the story, but she always knew when someone lied, and she always used that line when she asked a question.