The bus ride itself was a test in restraint. Being so close to Malia and not being able to do anything but hold her hand was torture. Mason was finding that he really hated not being able to drive to school. Maybe that was something he could try to get changed. The school wanted to project a united front by not having more separation between students when it came to car status, but how much more separated could you get.
On first thought he could think of at least seven different species of supernatural that attended the institution. It wasn’t exactly like they were going to join hands and sing songs of harmony any time soon. They did a good job of tolerating each other, they had no choice. The clans that attended here were allowed to do so
