M.Y.T.H.S

+ Chapter Three +

Chapter Three

Felicite's POV

He's here. He's in MY history class. Of course. Out of all the other mixed supernatural history classes, he's in mine. Fantastic......

"Felicite! Over here" someone shouts my name. I turn in their direction and see that it's Louisa and my other friends; Connor and Ryder. "Sup dogs....literally!" Louisa and I burst into a fit of giggles. Holding our stomachs we collapse onto the desks whilst Connor and Ryder give us both a glare. "We're WEREWOLVES! Not dogs. Gosh, why do we always make fun of each others supernatural?" Connor asks. "Coz we're best friends." Louisa yells before pulling us into a group hug. "Oh and for your information, you guys kind of are dogs. Just...big ones. And you smell like a wet one too"

We were hugging for a few more seconds before we heard a "hmph" from behind us. Turning around to where it came from, we see Mr Batchelor, our History teacher, looking at us with a glare. Looking around the rest of the classroom I noticed that everyone was sitting down, meanwhile we were just awkwardly standing with our arms around each other.

He pointed to the right half of the classroom indicating that we should sit. You see, the class is literally split in two. On the half where we were standing, werewolves, fae, mermaids and shifters were scattered about in their seats. Pushing the desks as far apart from the other side, there was an aisle separating us from the vampires, necromancers and the wand weirdos half.

"Please go to your seats" he spat out whilst still glaring. "You stupid ungrateful brats" he mumbles the last part but because he wasn't very quiet we all heard it. Now, Mr Batchelor was a Wizard, so he particularly didn't like our side of the room. So when he was glaring at us, it wasn't a simple glare that said 'get-to-your-seat-as-soon-as-possible-please'. No, it was glare that said 'if-I-wasn't-a-teacher-I-would-seriously-try-to-kill-you-right-now' sort of glare. Slowly making our way to our seats -just to piss him off- we sit down. The tables had enough space for two people, so I sat with Louisa while Ryder and Connor sat behind us. I flash Mr Batchelor a big cheesy and sarcastic grin just to annoy him more and say "There you go Mr Batchelor. We are sitting down now. Anything else you want us ungrateful brats to do for you?" I ask in an innocent voice. I hear a few snickers coming from our side of the room and my friends trying to control their laughter. Meanwhile the supernaturals on the other side give me an intense glare. And let me tell you, if a glare could kill I'd be six feet under. "No thank you Miss Grace" he seethes through his teeth. "Okey dokey sir" I say in an all too perky voice before saluting him. He grumbles under his breath before getting on with the lesson.

"Now, according to the school board, Supernaturals from different sides of the war aren't cooperating and getting along very well" he starts off.

"Too right we aren't" Some random vampire student shouts out, receiving high fives and 'yeahs' from his classmates.

"No James we don't. And I'd rather not do this but it's compulsory this year and failure to do so can result in expulsion. Anyway, the school board believe that this generation of students should lead by example for future generations and learn to cooperate with the supernaturals on the opposing side of the war. We will be doing this by doing a project in pairs, one person from each side so that we are getting mixed" he huffs. "This is happening in every year group and in every class and the school has picked the pairs so that you are paired with someone they think you might get along with".