𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄

ᴇɴᴛʀʏ #6 | ᴄᴏʟᴅ

006 | Cold

"So, class, you can see that the curve doesn't touch the x-axis at all..."

As Mr. Svelt droned on, (Y/N) tuned his lecture out to instead focus on the small figure of a familiar boy and a couple others—watching, waiting—wanting to see if a fight really was going to break out.

However, before she could see anything happen, Jess pulled her attention away, showing her the math sheet that Mr. Svelt had handed out without her even noticing. Blinking down at the strange jumble of letters and numbers, she squinted her eyes as she tried to work her brain for any information on how to solve the first problem.

A man sits on the ground 1000 feet away from the hot air balloon...

The balloon rises...

Angle is 30 degrees and it changes 1 degree per minute...

So I have to find out the vertical velocity?

Groaning in annoyance that she was already stuck on the first problem, she tapped her pencil against the wooden tabletop of her desk and exhaled softly, glancing up at Kana and Amar and finding that, while putting their differences aside, they still couldn't get past the second problem.

Jess was no better.

Pursing her lips, she glanced out the window to find the group of boys gone, however there being a faint trace of red on the ground that made her raise her eyebrows.

Is that... blood?

Hah!

I've been reading way too much...

Deciding not to dwell on the scene, she opened the heavy ass textbook that she reluctantly took to class that day to the assigned page, reading down what the chapter would be focusing on and it's examples, eventually a lightbulb going off in her head when reading the fourth example.

Ah...

I need to start with tanØ(t) equals h(t) divided by 1000...

Letting her pencil scratch against the paper, the once white surface now filled with her grey scribblings, she gave an accomplished smile at what she perceived was the right answer.

"Hey," Jess whispered, giving a sheepish smile as she pointed to the first problem. "What did you get for number one?"

"Oh, here," she handed the paper over, her friend flashing her a grateful smile as she looked over both their answers, internally smacking herself when seeing what she did wrong before handing the worksheet back. "Thanks, (Y/N). Math takes up so much thinking power that it literally hurts."

"I feel that."

Figuring out the rest of the problems together, a relatively easy assignment compared to past ones, she and Jess finished the last problem just as the bell rang, each exchanging relieved smiles.

"Okay," Mr. Svelt said, flicking his eyes up to the clock and away from the student who had currently asked for his help. "I want you to keep this worksheet on hand because it will be a helpful tool for the upcoming test next week. If you're still stuck, I suggest you look at the worked out solutions that I'll post on classroom tonight. Dismissed."

Packing her things, waving goodbye to her friends, (Y/N) traveled to her last class: art.

It was one of her favorite periods since the teacher was very relaxed, along with how much she loved drawing painting, etcetera—it being a nice change of pace from the harrowing studies of school.

"Ah, (Y/N), early as usual," the teacher declared with a smile, pushing up the glassss that perched on his nose.

"Of course! You know this is my favorite class."

"Keep it down," he held his hands out, eyes glancing around as if there were another person in the room. "Keep saying that and the other teachers might get jealous."

Laughing and with a roll of her eyes, she walked away to sit down at one of the paint and pencil splattered table, having already stopped at her assigned drawer to pick up the watercolor painting she was working on—a copy of a master—that she was still trying to finish.

As students started filing in, the teacher greeted them warmly. Mr. Möller was a cheerful guy that almost always had a wide smile painting his complexion. He was a fairly attractive man who appeared to be in his mid-thirties—buzzed hair close to his scalp, dark skin, dark eyes, and a bit of a birthmark that traveled from the bottom of his left eye to the middle of his cheek. But this only seemed to add to his attractiveness, many of the girls specifically taking art because of him.

While (Y/N) ignored such things, she did find it funny when the teacher became flustered and awkward from the teenagers and their forwardness, trying his hardest to turn them down gently and to keep a professional appearance, enjoying the gossip that surrounded her since none of her friends accompanied her to the class. Just as she thought the last student walked through the door and Mr. Möller would begin class, the door opened once more to reveal a boy.

"Ah, Mr. Fraser, so glad you could join us," Mr. Möller began heartily, planting his hands on his hips in a solid stance. "Since the courses you took were a bit too easy for you as I've heard and you had to switch classes—originally having Miss Bly as your art teacher—I'm glad I can finally meet and work with you."

The boy merely nodded, his eyes sweeping around the room before walking forward.

Since (Y/N) heard the door open and the pair's conversation, she assumed it was just another smart person who had to change their classes that she had always went to school with, but found that the person who surprisingly sat down next to her was also surprisingly a person that she had recognized—hence her blatant staring when he settled into his seat. He had pale skin that didn't look at all darkened by the sun in the slightest with piercing amber eyes that stood out in contrast to his silver hair. What also stood out against his flesh was the dark tattoo that peeled out from under the collar of his shirt.

But... what was his name again?

She raised a brow when they finally locked eyes.

"What?" He tilted his head, his voice soft and deep, but clear, and in a way very pleasing to the ear.

"Nothing," she responded blankly, finding him to be very attractive, while also familiar, but she couldn't place where she had heard of him or seen him before. "Name's (Y/N), yours?"

"Silvius."

He didn't say anything other than that, indicating that the conversation was over, but that was all (Y/N) needed.

So that's where I've heard his name before...

He's the transfer student.

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To be continued...