Semisweet

Scheduling Day 1

As we walked through the gates of the school I instantly got it hit with the scents of different foods. It was like heaven to my nose. Caribbean, Indian, Mexican, and other exciting dishes were all being dished out and passed around. It is to be expected. After all, TEF High School is one of the biggest cooking high schools around. Not that its only based on that topic though. It does help us train with our powers and of course there are English, math, science, history, elective and foreign language classes, but they all also get mixed with the art of cooking along with a subcategory class from it. They change everyday, but will always be the same period.

"What do you think your first class will be," Jake asked as we went to get our schedule pads.

"I don't know, maybe history," I replied, seeming unsure.

"I'm hoping for Italian," Vick said. He's always loved creating Italian dishes and has gotten pretty good at.

"I think you may need to expand your horizons," I say. "I mean it'll look good for when we need to get jobs."

"Your right, as always Cy." He gave me a sad smile. "I really want to work for chef Rossi. Maybe he'll like me if I knew other dishes than just his signature ones. In any case, what about you Jake."

"Anything but French would be great," Jake replied nervously. "I heard you have to be really precise and clean with your cuts and measurements. I'm none of those things."

"Next!" I heard the sign in lady call out.

"I guess that's me, see you guys on the other side." Vick went through the double doors, disappearing from view. Then, Jake and I heard the lady call for another one and Jake left this time. Now it was only me.

"Next." This voice was different. It was a guy this time. I walked forward knowing it was my turn. As soon as I stepped into the room the atmosphere changed. It was lit dimly by about 6 candles. It smelled of lavender and peppermint. It was fairly cool and there was calming music playing. The man in the chair was more like a boy. He looked around my age. His hair was combed to the side, a few strands landing in front of his eyes. He was dressed in a black and rainbow splattered hoodie and a black pair of jeans with black Nike's completing the look. He looked like a student here, not a teacher.

"I know what you're thinking." That broke my chain of thought. "You're right, I am just a student here. My dad just didn't want to do his job so I'm doing it for him." He sound tired and unimpressed.

"Well that sucks," I said to him, sounding sincere.

"Whatever, let's just get your schedule." He opened a locker full of iPad's. "Name."

"Cyrus Dela Cruz." My reply was quick and short. He comes back with an iPad engraved with my name on the back. The engraving was smoother and precise. The boy then took a chandelier and with a snap of a finger sparks soaked the space around it, lighting the candles. He then hung it from the ceiling.

"Cool talent," I say. He smirks at me. With the added look I could finally see his facial features. His eyes were a light brown color and his lips looked so perfect and soft. His right ear had a single earring. Nothing special, just a black pearl.

"Thanks. You should probably look at your schedule," he reminded me. As I turned on the iPad my name appeared on screen. Then it changed to a list of classes. My first being baking, which was new to me. The rest was filled with common core classes while my 7th period was training. I was a little surprised to see one last box. It said "dorm number 1164 dorm mate: Mato."

"I didn't know we were getting dorms," I said to the boy.

"Well we are," he replied to me. "Who did you get?

"Some guy named....Mato?"

"That would be me," He answered. "It's Angel Mato.

"Oh, uuuhm hi Angel," I nervously said.

"Hey, anyway you better get going," He said. "1st period starts in 7 minutes."

"Oh uh ok." I shook my head remembering that I can't be late. "See you later at the dorm then."

"See ya Cyrus," said before I left the room and landed my feet onto the campus. Home sweet home.