(Reginald's Pov)
I walked out of the office into the hallway, that was in pristine condition. Honestly, the school looked like no one ever stopped cleaning it. Freshly painted navy blue lockers lined the walls, only leaving gaps for a few doors and windows. I walked behind Damian, now realizing exactly where I was. I was in the highest class school in all Gotham. One mistake and I could be thrown out.
Damian stopped and pointed to a locker beside his, only commenting a quick and blunt, "That one's yours." He grabbed what he needed and was patient as I fumbled with the notebooks and textbooks awkwardly. He just stared off into the distance, in a day dreaming haze. I finally got everything settled and he walked me to our first class Mathematics (Advanced). I always had a knack for math. My Mum continuously said that. It just came easy to me, at least most of the time. We walked into the classroom, sitting in the very back table that had two chairs with it. The room had about seven tables, each with two chairs. There was a desk in the front, along with a chalkboard. I set everything I would need out on the table and I noticed Damian doing the same. He seemed quiet, which wasn't bad, it just bothered the little voice in my head that is my anxiety.
Students filed in, one by one and the bell rang. The teacher came in swiftly, and immediately you could tell, he was not a nice person. He wrote his name on the board, introducing himself in a grumbled tone. He handed out packets to all of the students, and stated, "This test starts out easy, gets harder as you go along. It goes up to M.I.T. standard mathematics. Finish this by tomorrow, you might make it through my class. If not, your screwed." He took a seat at his desk, turning on the computer, and basically ignored all of us.
I looked over the problems, just seeing how advanced it became. I then, started on the first problem, flying through the first three pages. The fourth was slightly more difficult, but still not tooo bad. Same with the fifth and sixth pages. The seventh was where it got harder for me. I made it halfway through the eighth page before the bell rang, signaling our next class.
This was how most of the day went by. Damian rarely spoke unless necessary, all the teachers handed out a good amount of homework, nothing too bad happened, until lunch that is. I had brought a sack lunch that I made myself and happily munched away on the sandwich. I was content where I was, Damian would be back after getting himself some food. Two blonds came up to me in their uniform suits, with jackets and all, with sneers on their faces.
"Can I help you?" I asked, setting my sandwich down. Their expressions didn't change, but they did answer.
"What's a peasant like you doing here, let alone with THE Damian Wayne?" The taller boy with brown eyes inquired, now glaring down at me. I was confused at their question, but answered.
"I'm here on a scholarship and Damian was the one assigned to show me around the school." I awkwardly fiddled around with my fingers in my lap as I spoke. I was tense and uncomfortable with the situation.
"You don't belong here. Just go back to your little peasantry school." The other boy, who had grey eyes commented in a rude tone. I felt a presence behind me, which was Damian's.
"Leave." He bluntly stated, plain and simple, in a confident tone that I wish I could fake. The two glanced at each other, before shuffling off to their own table. I ate my sandwich contently and carried on with the day, sticking pretty close to Damian the entire time. The day flew past and I walked home to be greeted with dinner and my aunt. I had a good time, laughing, joking around, but little did I know, that someone was thinking quite a lot about me.