Anaphase

Phase II.

Demetri's POV

Knock knock.

I opened the door slightly and took a breath before entering the student filled classroom.
I just wanted to get through this math lesson and leave campus. 

It was ridiculous that Father was forcing me to attend actual school as punishment. I hated being new in the middle of the year. It made me appear so vulnerable. 

I hated being vulnerable.

All heads turned towards me, their reactions breaking loose. Girl's mouths opened wide. Hmph. No surprise or concern there, all girls fell at my feet. I'd learned to ignore them and their hopeless hounding, like second nature. The 'new guy'. Spare me. Too bad I despised them all.

Boys squared up, glaring my way in their typical challenging way. Fools- if they didn't watch themselves I will tear them all in two without giving it a second thought. 

"Oh right right", muttered the teacher walking towards me with kind eyes. "You must be Demetri. Class this is Demetri Griffin. From here on forth he will be joining our math class for the remainder of the year".

A small chorus of gasps arose. Exchanged glances of concern. 

He's a Griffin. He's one of 'them'. 

I thought they were all home-schooled. 

Who let him in?

She looked at me expectantly. "Well, introduce yourself son. Tell us sum'n".
And with that I walked straight to the back, disregarding introductions.

Everyone broke into whispers more confidently than before, rambling under their breath.
'Woah what a douche!'
'He's mine I call dibs. Back off'
'He thinks he's all that"

A kid wearing his cap sideways watched me approach, fear evident. "Scram", I growled.
With that, he quickly scrambled to the front dropping papers as he went. 

Well, that was easy.

The teacher cleared her throat and continued the lesson clearly trying to avoid a bad relationship with the only Griffin she'd ever met. Good choice, I could have her lose her job in the blink of an eye.

I sat and almost immediately missed the comfort of my room. These plastic-metal chairs never fit right for someone of my build.

Psst!
A blonde plastic-looking girl motioned at me, an expensive smile on her face. A brunette clone of her sat on her right also gazing. Judging by the pink heels, short skirts and ridiculous neon lipstick anyone could identify her type. Giving me a wink, she threw a scrunched up piece of paper over at me. I opened it slowly, ignoring their squeals at my cooperation.

The party details read 'Willows fridae banger'.
Are you joking? Who can't spell Friday in senior year? 

I scrunched and ripped up the paper despite their shocked expressions. She clearly wasn't one to be rejected. Don't get me wrong she was very attractive, but nothing grosser than a disgusting attitude which she was bound to have. No time for distractions anyways.
I sat back in preparation for enduring the next 40 minutes asleep.