I expected to just go into class, sit down and have to sit through a boring, normal class of history. I mean, history was boring as. Oh, except Roman and Greek history. I didn't mind that, it's just our history that I hated. But apparently, according to my Dad, it was stupid and useless. Apparently, it wouldn't help me in my life. I was jolted out of my thoughts by a hand on my shoulder. I didn't have to turn around to know who it was. The shivers that ran down my spine were enough. Nico leans forward and his breath tickles my ear and I let out a shaky breath.
"Our seats are open." Chuckling softly, he leads me over to the back of the classroom, where it is cast in shadows. We take our usual seats, and as everyone starts walking into class, I notice a new kid sitting at the front of the class. I could only see the back of his head, which just showed me his shaggy blonde hair. A small movement from out of the side of my vision, makes me turn to look at Nico, who's glaring at the new kid with such an intense ferocity it shocks me. I reach over and gently touch his hand then I pull away quickly when he turns his head to me, the intense look still in his eyes. They soften when he focuses on my confused expression. Clearing his throat, he half-smiles at me, turning back to the teacher. I bite my lip softly, then I move my gaze back to the teacher who is droning on about some small war. Closing my eyes, I think for a minute about how much I'd love to be at the door, running out. And all of a sudden, there I am, at the front of the class, half-way out the door. Flustered, I turn, immediately tripping and falling backwards onto my behind. Well, I would've if Nico wasn't there, yet again, catching me. It's getting kind of embarrassing, him continuing to catch me. Rolling my eyes, trying to contain some dignity, I stand, quite aware of his hands on my arms. I'm also aware of the way his breathing picks up slightly when I turn to look at him. We stay there for a moment until I realise everyone's staring at me. Including the teacher. "Um, I-" I was interrupted by the new kid. "Miss, I think I'm going to be sick." He said, gagging. Her eyes widened. "You are lucky this time, BlackWood. I am going to dismiss the fact that you just tried to run out of my class. Instead, you can escort Jayden to the sick bay." Mrs Robinson said. I groaned before plastering a smile on my face, looking over at Nico for his reaction as I opened the door. I was shocked to see him glaring at Jayden. "Miss, I can escort Jayden to the sick bay. Let Cyra catch up on her work." He said, hissing when he said Jayden's name. "No Nico, Cyra BlackWood is going to escort Jayden to the sick bay. Then she can expect two hours of detention after school. Now sit down before you join her in detention." Mrs Robinson said, turning her attention back to class. I watched Nico. I could tell he was feeling conflicting emotions, but if he got one more detention...he would be kicked out of the school. Let's just say he didn't have a clean track record. He grumbled and went back to his seat. I gave him a reassuring smile as I walked out the door with Jayden, casting one look over my shoulder at Nico's face which was clouded with worry. Worry? I think to myself, thinking, meaning I wasn't watching Jayden. The door shut behind us and I was suddenly pinned to the wall. I struggled and choked as a hand pressed against my throat, cutting off my air supply. I gasp, my lungs frantically searching for air as my hands reach up to try and remove the hand from my throat. My knee comes up and impacts with the attackers groin and he bends over in pain. I quickly scramble away, seeing it was Jayden. I felt my anger rise, whatever shock I should have been feeling pushed to the side. Without knowing what I was doing, I throw my hands up on instinct, my body transforming into inky clouds. Shadows. Jayden falls to the ground, my poisonous shadow knocking him unconscious. Breathing heavily, I fall back into my human form. I look down at Jayden's body and I quickly run back to class, flinging open the door and come face-to-face with Nico. He grabs my hand, dragging me back towards Jayden's body, an expression of fear on his face. He stops when he sees Jayden's body and turns to me.
"I knew you were powerful, but this..." Nico murmurs, his black eyes turning their intense gaze on me as he runs his hands through his hair. I gulped. "I have powers..." I said, my eyes widening. "I have powers...and you knew!" I felt that cool calm take over my body again as my anger struggled to rise. Remain clam, my little Star. A soft, gentle voice whispered in my head. I relaxed my body, listening to it. I know you are unhappy, but if you want to be angry, then perhaps leave so you don't cause mortals any harm. The voice laughed. I tilted my head and asked a question back for the first time. How do I do that? How do I travel away without simply running out and causing a commotion? I asked back. Simply picture what you want to do in your mind's eye. With time, it will become a reflex, like your other powers. I mentally nodded. Looking up, I noticed Nico was staring at me. "Cyra, I know you...Why aren't you getting angry?" He sounded uneasy, but I simply gave him a sad smile and stepped back into the shadows of the hall, disappearing.
