Corruption

Never Seen Before

"Class, we have a new student. He has been moved from Class B. Go on, introduce yourself" Mr Castel announced to Class C, striking Layla's attention. For some reason, she was curious about the boy as her horns burned beneath her beanie.

He was a baby-faced teenage boy with short, playfully-curly hair that seemed to twist and turn in all the right directions. His beige complexion, along with freckled cheeks and chocolate brown eyes gave off a 'good guy' vibe that no one could dare to ignore. His attire included a green, flannel shirt with long sleeves cuffed at the elbows. He completed the outfit with jeans and a pair of shining red trainers. 

"Hi, my name is Jackson Gray and my mother's a fashion designer while my father's a chef. It's wonderful to meet you all" he gleamed, seemingly eyeing Layla for some reason.

William immediately didn't trust him. There was no way a person could be this nice, he thought. Now that his injuries had fully healed, thanks to the nurse and Layla, he could throw a punch if he wanted to.

Of course, there was an empty seat next to Layla so Mr Castel assigned Jackson to sit there. But, she wasn't exactly in the mood to make many new friends. Besides, she had the Sins to take care of as well as her horns.

"Hey, you're Layla right?" he asked as the class slowly emerged into chatter.

"What's it to you?" she replied, glueing her eyes to the window.

"Nothing. I really like your hair, by the way!" he complimented.

"Out of all the people you decide to make friends with, you choose me? Seriously? Didn't my face already tell you that I'm really not bothered with you?" she snapped, trying to drive him away as quickly as possible. After all, she could feel William's anger from there.

Jackson just laughed. "I suppose I can't help it! I've always wanted to know more about people from the other side of the Wall. You seemed pretty nice, I guess" he awkwardly said.

Layla quickly glanced to the other side of the room to find William, his broken pencil in his fist. She needed to end this quick unless William would-

"Hey, are you alright?" Jackson asked, tilting his head to look at her.

"Yeah. Since when do you care? Aren't people from your side supposed to hate people like me? Y'know, since I'm poorer than you?" she raised an eyebrow, finally deciding to look him in the eye.

"I don't hate you guys-

"Yeah, right. That's what they all say" she rolled her eyes. 

Hearing the bell ring, she packed up her bag and got up, heading for the door. Suddenly, Jackson had appeared on her right. "I don't hate you" he repeated, smiling. "If fact, if you don't mind, I'd like to know more about you"

"I do mind, so fuck off" she swore, narrowing her eyes at him. Seeing William walking ahead, she jogged off to catch up with him. "Hey, you good?"

"Who the fuck is that?" he said through gritted teeth, his eyes flickering green and red.

"Mate, don't go getting angry now! You'll fuck up the whole plan! Just calm down, I bet-

"No. I've never seen that guy anywhere in my neighbourhood. Since when did a fashion designer and a chef get married?! My parents and everyone on our street would know about it!" he cut her off. "I don't trust this guy"

"To be fair, do you trust anyone?" Layla smirked.

"I trust you" he snapped, turning the corner towards his classroom. 

Left in slight shock, Layla made her way to her class.

"Oh, right! He was in my class. Real cutie! Just looked so innocent, he did!" Lily giggled. "Anyway, what were you saying?"