I walked towards the school with Yukio, feeling extremely exhausted. Mornings suck. Not to mention Yukio and Bon worked me for hours last night. My brain felt like mush by the time they were done. My tail flicked with annoyance at the thought that because I had been stupid, Bon and Yukio were going to be even more overprotective than usual. Then I thought about Shima, and what he said. My tail began to curl and uncurl as the exhaustion turned into anxiety at the thought of facing my classmates. Would they give me another chance? Would they make fun of me for being a cutter and trying to kill myself? Would they feel awkward and not know what to say, glancing at me with pity in their eyes? I glanced down at my uncovered arms, looking at the thin white scars that resided there from when I had cut before I became a demon. I wondered before why they hadn't ever healed, but couldn't figure out and decided I didn't care why. They hadn't healed and that was that. The reason they were uncovered was because you would have to really look to notice them, and because I was sick of caring about what anyone else thought. It's not like I had any friends outside of cram school that would give a damn one way or another if they noticed the scars. All my cram school classmates knew I did it now anyways, so what was the point of hiding?
As we got closer to the school campus I hid my tail underneath my white collared shirt. I pushed back my bangs with a sigh and looked up at the building of True Cross Academy we were heading towards. When we reached the stairs Yukio looked at me, "I'll see you later at lunch. Don't even think about pulling anything." He warned, glaring at me with his piercing green gaze.
I rolled my eyes. "I won't I won't." I muttered and started walking towards my first class. I felt my twin's gaze on me for a few moments more before I heard a sigh and footsteps as he walked in another direction.
I halted as I walked into the cram school classroom, not expecting to see other students besides my frie-...usual classmates. My classmates; Suguro, Shima, Konekomaru, Izumo, and Shiemi were on one side of the room, while five other kids I didn't recognize were on the other. None of them looked Japanese either, they looked American-ish. One kid, and the biggest, had dirty blonde hair and brown eyes. He had tan skin and was wearing a letterman's jacket. He had a smug look on his face. He looked like a total jock. It was hate at first sight.
Next to him must of been his buddy, a dark skinned guy who wasn't as tall. He had black hair and green eyes. He didn't look as much of a total dick, but who knows. Behind them was a girl with short brown hair that was blonde at the tips and brown eyes, wearing a t-shirt and jeans. She was on her phone, looking like she would rather be anywhere else. There was another girl sitting next to the dark skinned boy. She had long blonde hair with blue eyes. I didn't pay much attention to her when I saw the last student, feeling a bit of surprise. She had straight, medium length black hair. She was a little away from her classmates, and it was obvious as to why. She was wearing a hat in attempt to hide something, which I could tell from the unnatural lumps underneath the fabric. Her eyes though were an unnatural green, her pupils slitted just like a cat's. She had demon blood. I felt a pang of sympathy for her.
When I walked in the five looked over and I awkwardly walked over to Suguro, feeling uncomfortable under their stares. "Who the hell are they?"
Suguro gave a shrug. "A foreign exorcist class, I suppose."
I looked over as one of the students from the other class stepped up to us, the big guy with blonde hair. "Well, since our teachers aren't here to do it, I guess we should introduce each other. We're from the American Branch."
"The American branch?" I tilted my head. "why are you guys here?"
The blonde shrugged, "To learn from each other, at least that's what the teach said. I'm John, by the way. This is Robbie," he gestured to the dark skinned teen, "that's Mirada," He gestured towards the girl on her phone, "she's not very talkative. And this-"
"I can introduce myself, thanks." The blonde flipped her hair. "I'm Paris. And the shy freak over there is Lily." She jabbed her thumb at the girl with the hat. Lily shrank into herself, pulling her hat further onto her head.
I felt my anger beginning to rise when Paris called the other girl a freak. Before I could say anything, John narrowed his eyes before smirking, "so Japan takes in freaks too, huh?"
"Emo freaks, apparently." Paris snickered. I glared at them darkly. Bon abruptly stood up, "hey, what's your problem?!"
Paris put her hands on her hips, "What's your problem, big guy?"
"I'm about to show you, you bi-"
The door slammed open and we all looked towards the door. Yukio and an older woman I didn't recognize stood in the doorway. "Just what is going on here?" Demanded the woman. She was an inch taller than my brother with brown hair braided down her back. She had piercing blue eyes and a 'no-nonsense' aura about her. "You aren't starting trouble on the first day here, are you?"
"Of course not, Mrs. Mion." Paris said sweetly. I glowered at her. Why did our two classes have to learn together?! Hopefully they wouldn't be here long. I could already tell this was going to be a horrible experience.