Laurie Baker, the miss perfect of SF high school. If you asked the students around the campus on who was ideally the perfectionist out of all of them, her name would be chosen. Of course as there is a perfectionist in a high school, there can't be one without an outcast. Melissa Wolfe, the freak or popular title,outcast, is the complete opposite of Laurie Baker. Instead of having good grades and popularity among most of the students, Melissa is unlike that. But what if miss perfect and the outcast met over a simple request to have study sessions together? Will they be platonic or is there a spark that we've never seen before? Warning: This will mention manipulation, Homophobia, and slight blood in parts of the book

Taking in a shaking breath, Viena prepared herself to speak to the fuming lizard man. Years of diplomatic training built on the tip of her tongue. But it never made it to the surface. "Stave off and eat mud you idiot," Sen said, startling everyone. He shifted his body to sit up, grumbling about feeling sore. "There will be no arguing. And if anyone does, you'll wish I had died from that blasted shadowmancer." Skale's saber sword dropped to the floor, clattering like spilled utensils. His scaled jaw gaped, looking at them all in bewilderment. "S-shadowmancer...?" Viena would have laughed if the situation weren't so dire. ~-~ [Avg. word count: 78,000 - 79,000] WARNING: This story does mention tidbits of blood and injury, character death, typical medieval violence, and human vs. nonhuman discrimination.