The man sits next to me without giving a second glance after our staring contest when he first entered. I look and notice that he's clenching his fists so hard that his knuckles are impossibly white. I sigh and turn to face my canvas thinking of what I can create. The teacher states she wants us to free paint something we want to paint, I'm going to lime this class if that's a recurring theme.
About ten minutes pass and I finally think of something. I start the faint outlines of Dracula inside his castle. I'm almost done with the outline when I hear a chuckle. I look next to me and the mysterious man is looking at my painting with a smirk. Well that's rude. I think to myself and look down upset with myself.
The man audibly stiffens next to me with a gasp and when I look he's looking back at his painting. I sigh and continue my art work. I'm already halfway through my art piece when the bell rings, before I can even make a move to stand the man sitting next to me is already up and walking out the door.
The rest of the school day is just about the same, and surprisingly my first half of classes has that man in them, and luck would have it that I have to sit next to him during every one. Each class Is the same, him sitting there with his fists clenched like he's trying not to throat punch me. During the last class for the first half of the day is over I make my way over to the cafeteria where I meet who is presumably Isabella.