Mason's POV
I sat with a blank and uninterested expression on my face but underneath that, I was tired, my head hurt from the shouting, my fingers hurt from the signing and my hands ached from the constant pulling.
"Stay in your line, students. Don't make this place rowdy," the teacher called out loudly.
"Mason, I'm your number one fan. Can I have a picture with you?" a girl from the school of the next pack to us asked.
"No," I replied curtly, handing over the signed textbook to her. She collected it from me and another girl came forward. I've been at this for the past three hours. A quiz competition was held at Crescent High this morning where different schools from different packs were present. I represented Crescent High as always and I won as usual. Since then, the other students
