When I walk into class, I bump into a hard surface that doesn’t feel like a wall.
“Watch it!” A voice roars.
The large and looming figure that is looking down at me makes me shiver. His eye contact is intense, and the scars on his face seem permanent, as if he was born with the scars.
“You watch where you going!” I stand in front of him, unwavering, but my heart rate shoots through the roof.
“Oh! Sorry, it’s you, princess.” He grins, showing his blindingly white teeth.
“Do I know you?” I blink, trying to comprehend where his sudden grin comes from.
“No, I don’t think so. I just saw that video of you walking with a wolf and I knew that you shouldn’t be messed with.”
“But I haven’t seen you in any science class before, during any year. Students don’t know the names of most clas
