Déjà vu || an OC UnOrdinary fanfic

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After my sudden outburst, there is silence in the classroom, and all eyes are on me.

"Oh..uh..sorry...its just I know him from my old school..."

Whispers immediately fill the room and John looks at me with panicked eyes.

"But I thought he said he was homeschooled."

"Was that a lie then?"

"What else has he been lying about?"

"Why does she look so scared?"

I've never liked being the center of attention, but right now I like it even less because of the death stare the previous king of New Bostin is giving me from across the room. Even the purple hair was looking at me strangly, as if I was a gold mine of information that she couldn't wait to dig up.

For some reason it made me angry- I'm not just some rag doll for the higher teirs to play with! I am my own person and I'm not going to tell them anything unless I want to. John and I lock eye contact. He sees the fiery determination in my eyes, then nodds and looks relieved. I have no idea why he hasn't punched someone yet, the king I know would've gone ballistic with all the curious whispers plaguing the room. Maybe he's changed- a lot, by the looks of things. Okay then, I'll play your game. But I'll do it on my terms. I'm sick to death of being pushed around by the higher ups.

"So what if I know him? What's it to you?"

Stunned silence. I know what they're all thinking. What? The low teir just spoke up? We should teach her a lesson. She needs to learn her place.

I grit my teeth. Enough. I'm not your plaything.

The forgotten teacher coughs loudly and we all remember that we are in a lesson. I try not to draw any more attention to myself, but I catch people stealing glances at me from across the room. Whatever, I think. They're the ones whom this doesn't concern. The only thing that concerns me in her is John. 

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(what the hell was that 😂)

The bell goes and there is a frantic scurry to reach the door. Surprisingly, no one comes towards me, they all just rush towards the exit. I'm about to do the same when I hear a shriek from the hallway to the left of us and a crowd of students rush the other way. They are all wearing terrified looks on their faces and are practically tripping over each other to get away from whatever is in the left hallway. I poke my head out a couple centimeters to see what all the commotion is about. 

It's pretty obvious what's scaring the students, but I don't get why this is terrifying to them. There is a black-masked student standing in the middle of a corridor, eyes glowing green and mercilessly beating a low teir against the wall. Even though there must be a reason as to why everyone is so scared, the sight of a low teir being punished so brutally just for the way she was born sickens me. Just because she was born weak doesn't give you the right to abuse her like this! It just makes me so angry that I can't let it slide. Without any thought or reason I charge towards the masked male, and push him as hard as I can.

"HEY YOU! WHAT GIVES YOU THE RIGHT TO BEAT HER LIKE THAT? JUST BECAUSE YOU ARE MORE POWERFUL THAN HER DOESN'T GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO STAND ABOVE HER!"

I shout at the masked figure, shouting insult after insult as the girl stares at me in wonder.

Not giving the mystery guy a chance to collect himself, I activate my ability and turn my body temperature down to -60°c. 

Hey, was I ever able to do this before? 

No matter. This isn't justice. I leap up high, remembering all my fighting training, and get the guy into a choke hold, freezing his skin as I went. I then proceeded to knee him in the chest and dodged his punch. I still don't get what was so scary about this guy, he seems to have some sort of strong punch ability, and he's a mid teir at best. So why was everyone running?

We continue our fight until he lies on the floor, frozen from the cold.

I de-activate my ability and my body temperature goes back to its normal -15°c. Wait... How on earth did I do that? I definitely wasn't able to do that before. Maybe all the effort I put into my ability mastery is paying off? Eh, I dunno. At least that girl is safe.

"You okay?" I offer my hand to her.

"Y-yeah"

"I'm the new transfer student, Clover. What's your name?"

"Oh! Clover! Hi, I'm Evie... I was supposed to be your buddy but I guess a certain someone had different ideas."

We both looked at the unconscious masked guy on the floor.

"Your ability's amazing! You must be at least a 9.6 to take down joker just like that...they told me you were a low teir though...do you know why?"

I looked at her, confused. 

"They told you I was a low teir because I am a low teir! 9.6? That's ridiculous. Also, who the hell is this joker guy? And why are you all so scared of h-"

I was cut off by some slow clapping from room 3F.

"Wow. Lemme tell you, that is not joker. Their eyes glow a different colour! And besides, joker beat all of the royals single-handedly, you think a 1.2 would be able to stand up to him?"

"Who are you?" I ask, even though that voice sounds familiar. In a way, I'm denying because I don't want it to be him. What's it comes to John, I'd rather just stay in the shadows. No way in hell am I challenging him of all people.

But alas, the world (and author) hate me so of course it was the angry golden eyes of the black-haired teen that greeted me as he stepped out of the classroom.

"O-oh...h-hi John" Ugh, why am I so pathetic when it comes to him? It's not like we were ever friends, just close acquaintances, at best.

"I saw what you did there."

"Oh...did I do something wrong?"

"Nope! In fact, I think it was quite brave. Also, you say you're a 1.2? There's no way a 1.2 would be able to knock him unconscious." He gestured to the guy lying on the floor.

"S-should we unmask him?"

"Nah, don't bother. But I need to speak to you-" He shot a menacing glare at Evie. "Alone."