Behind the mask [Discontinued]

Chapter 3

Even by the third lesson of the day, Eric was following Kahira everywhere, escorting her to and from each and every one of her lessons to in his words, 'prevent her from getting lost or picked on'. Not that she was worried about either. She was a quick learner so with the help of the map, she just about knew everywhere she was going already. And as for kids picking on her well... let's just say that a certain aunt of hers had been training her for as long as she could remember. Eric should be more worried about the bullies than her.

It's not until she finally reaches physics class that Eric leaves her side, dashing off through the crowd towards his next lesson. She was so thankful he wasn't in her lessons otherwise she'd have probably punched him in the face by now. He was always there and it was getting incredibly annoying.

"Oh yes, Kahira." A female teacher comes from the front of the class, smiling softly at Kahira as she reaches her. What did the timetable say her name was again? Ms... Warren? "I'm Ms. Warren." Kahira was better at remembering names than she thought. "Okay now here's your stuff," She hands Kahira a large stack of textbooks which she almost drops, not expecting them to weigh as much as they did. "and I've got a seat for you right next to Peter." Peter? As in Peter Parker? The boy she saw in the hall? Oh no, this was not going to end well at all.

Hearing his name, Peter sits bolt upright from behind his laptop, quickly closing it down when his eyes land upon the girl in the front of the class.  Alarm bells began ringing in his head when he notices its the same girl from in the hall this morning. The mysterious new girl. He quickly averts his gaze when she begins walking forwards. Please don't be sat next to me. Please don't sit next to me. A groan comes from his lips as she places her textbooks down on the table, smiling warmly at him only for him to completely ignore it and turn further away from her. The smile is wiped from her face, her cheeks flushing slightly pink when she quickly sits down in her seat, hugging her jacket tightly around her. What was wrong with him? Or was something wrong with her? Did she have something in her teeth?

"Okay so how do we calculate the linear acceleration between points A and B?" Ms. Warren asks, pointing to the board at the front of the room. One boy raises his hand as soon as she's finished the sentence, his eyes still fixed on the paper as he rushes to figure it out. Watching as he does so, Kahria carefully pulls her notebook and pencil case out of her bag, her eyes remaining fixed upon the board at the front and the question. "Flash."

"It's the product of sin of the angle and gravity divided by mass." the boy answers wrongly, the teacher blinking her eyes a few times before sighing and looking around the rest of the room. Oh no, she was going to pick on someone. Not wanting to answer the question, Kahira grabbed her pen from upon her notebook and began scribbling on the paper.

"Kahira?" A groan comes from Kahira as she looks up from behind her notebook and at the board again. Peter glanced up at the question, his mind trying to focus on it but failing miserably. Kahira? It was such a unique name. Beautiful but unique. Wasn't it Arabic? By the time he realizes he's let his mind wander to it again, Peter's eyes have managed to find their way onto her frame as she swallows hard.