Alchanore~ School for Magically Gifted

Chapter 6.

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Chapter 6 - First Class ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The scuffing of leather soles on polished floorboards and the mutter of hushed whisperings echoed throughout the building  as two orderly lines of enthusiastic adolescents made their way down the bustling corridors toward their first class of the morning.

I attempted curiously to peer through the small gaps between the student whom procceed me toward the mysterious destination ahead with little avail.

"Where are we going?" I whispered eagerly to Harlow who was following close behind.

"Metamorphosis with Professor Zyconuum."

I caught a vague glimpse of what appeared to be a very small figure with mousy brown hair and tatty grey ropes amongst the sea of different coloured shirts.

"Is she really a Professor? She's so tiny!" I exclaimed in disbelief.

The professor suddenly stopped in her tracks and spun around at a breakneck pace. I held my breath as she scanned through the students, searching for the direction of my voice.

I regrettably looked down at my feet, her huge brown eyes instantaneously locking onto my face. I froze, mortified by the stupidity of my actions. I could feel her eyes undoubtedly burning my image into her mind as her lips curved into a disapproving frown. As she turned, I could hear her angrily mutter something inaudible under her breath.

"Crap!" I mumbled to myself, burying my face in my hands.

"You certainly like to leave an impression!" scoffed Saskia from a few rows ahead.

"Hey, it could always be worse-" whispered Harlow, motioning toward a group of students behind us.

As I turned I caught sight of three boys shoving a smaller, awkward looking boy against a wall. He fumbled heedlessly as several of his books escaped from his grasp, pages of notes floating to the floor like delicate snowflakes. I recognised the boy from the dining hall; he was very small in stature and was also dressed in a green uniform. He was a bug type, that was for sure. He looked terrified, cowering behind his last book as the three much larger boys towered over him, laughing and joking about something undecipherable.

I shot the group a disapproving glare, not that any of them noticed. Two of the boys were in white shirts, the third, pale yellow.

"What is he?" I whispered, eyeing the yellow shirted boy whom seemed to be the instigator.

"A absolute dick." huffed Saskia, scrunching her nose at the unbenevolent behaviour.

A couple of the girls behind me giggled at the remark and I too, couldn't help but smirk a little. Despite his repugnant behaviour, the yellow shirted boy was physically very attractive. He was tall, broad-shouldered with golden blonde hair. He was slender, yet muscular at the same time. For some reason, this made me despise him even more.

"Hey!" I shouted boldly, conjuring confidence from a place I'd never known existed.

The group of boys turned around, their attention drawn to me now. The two boys in white shirts stood motionless; no doubt awaiting commandment from their vivacious leader.

The boy in yellow eyed me up and down, his expression was initially unreadable; however, as I stared back at him, in spite. I observed his lips slowly arch into a conceited smile.

"Well, to whom do I owe the pleasure?" He mused, raising an eyebrow toward me as he released his grip on the bug boy, whom quickly embraced the opportunity to escape from his grasp.

The boy in the yellow shirt strode confidently toward me, I froze on the spot for a second time; it was as if the soles of my shoes had melded to the floorboards. Several other students had also abruptly stopped in their travels; no doubt curious to observe the proceedings unfold.

"What're you doing?!" Saskia spat in a hushed whispered. The apprehension in her tone was clearly admissible.

As the boy drew incommodiously closer I took one step back only to find myself constrained against the brick wall of a classroom. His face was soon merely inches from my own as his warm breathe bared down upon my neck. His arms were either side of me, his hands pushing against the wall as his chest was pressed up against mine, pinning me down.

The smell of his cologne was ridiculously enticing and I couldn't help but hate how much of an effect it had over me.

"So, What's your name?" The boy hummed, his voice was as smooth as butter as the words gracefully escaped through his luscious, full lips.

"Chloe" I mumbled, struggling a little beneath the weight of his body.

There was a fair bout of commotion occurring behind us as I caught a glimpse of Saskia and two other girls trying to hold back an uncharacteristically livid Harlow.

"What's happening over here?!" Shouted Professor Zyconuum, pushing her way passed several students whom towered over her in size.

"Mmm...Theo." replied the boy, pushing back off of me. He smiled down at me, arrogantly.

A slid down the wall a couple of inches, staring back at him as he returned to join his friends.

"Second warning!" Zyconuum hissed, her small, rounded face staring up toward me from about a head of so below.

"Sorry." I breathed, regrettably.