Blaze's POV
After about 20 minutes I got awoken by all shouts and ruckus coming from the classroom as it got noiser as more kids were filling it in and catching up with one another.
I forget how days like these went. Everyone's was so excited to see each other again after their long 'amazing' holidays.
They were probably off drinking and parting, getting laid with one another, doing all crazy shits out there.
While I was at one of our many penthouses that we owned, out in woods. I didn't exactly have what you call an 'exciting' holiday.
This time around I was in charge of the new recruits, this time around there were about 200. 188 to be exact. On every third end of the month, we take in recruits to make our organization range wider and strong, depending on your background of what you did before coming here, what job and legal, illegal things you did or were involved in.
If you wish to join our organization, and been to jail before, we might accept you deepening what the charge was, butt if you had a criminal record and want to join our organization, tough luck my friend we'd 'kindly' reject you and please join somewhere else.
Since we recruite every three months, the person in charge of the new recruits changes as well and this time was finally my turn.
I loved being in charge of the recruits, I get scare with some past tragic events or one of our fiercest battles with other organizations, sending them to do or fetch things for me as if they're my little servents, how they come to me for advice or don't understand something or how I get to show off my gun and fight skills.
Not to brag, but I just so happen to be one strongest fighters, even as strong as my older brother and sister, Mason and Sarah.
Mason is the first born and oldest child in the family. He's 26 and a lawyer in a different state, I think it was New York. With Sarah being the next born and second oldest. She's 22 and is a model for 3 well known designer brands.
Then it's me, the third born also the middle child. I'm 18 and don't plane on doing anything major after graduation, I'll be traveling around the world for a few years, visiting different countries, meeting new people and places, along with my special person by my side.
Setting that aside and remembering about the recruits, how I had to train them how to fight, to prepare them for any upcoming or surprise attacks from enemied, so when the time comes, they'd be prepared. Many were previously security guards; boxers or underground fighters, so it wasn't really difficult teaching them anything new.
I also had to teach how to fire different guns without missing the target, such as pistols, shotguns, snipers, SMGs, etc. Let's just say most did well when it came to pistols and shotguns.
After about 10 minutes, the teacher finally arrived, silencing the entire class. 'Finally. I thought I had to say goodbye to my eardrums before class even started.'
"Good morning everyone, I hope you all wonderful holidays wherever you were, and do you know what's even more wonderful..."?
The class "...".
"Coming back to school, for a new school year."
The class replied with an uproar, disagreeing with the teacher, who was Mr Williams aka Gramps. 'Shit! We're having history first thing in the morning. What a drag.'
"More like a new year of all sorts of depression", or "If I remember correctly, didn't almost quarter of the entire school fail"? "Why do we have to wake up early in morning, just to go to a place you don't even wanna be at or you know you're going to end up alone again the entire school year"? 'Damn...I don't think that was meant to be said in front of the whole class'.
"Alright, alright, settle down everyone, and open on page 16 of your textbooks".
The class groans in sink as they reluctantly did as told.
"Oh right, I almost Fogot. Is the transfer student here already"?
Gramps asked as the class started another uproar with sorts of question.
"Who's this new kid, I never heard of someone new coming"? "I wonder if it's a boy or a girl", "I hope it's a boy with a who hot af, with a deep voice, over six feet and has strong muscles". "If it's a girl, I hope she's pretty with a hot body with big boobs and a huge ass".
"Settle down everyone, I asked if the transfer student was here, not start a discussion about them.''
The other half of the class that stayed quiet OH~ed and laughed at the other half that were asking all bunch of questions about the transfer student.
After 20 minutes of Gramps explaining whatever he was explaining. The door suddenly opens, silencing the class that was talking and making, silencing even Gramps from talking.
I couldn't identify know who camewas it that entered the classroom, as I couldn't hear what was being said from the back of the classroom.
After 2 minutes the class started murmuring for some reason as I hear someone approaching me and sit down next to the open sit witch was next to me.
Here at Christtiny High, we have double desks and singles, Gramps's class apparently had only doubles, so I was stuck with whoever was next to me.
I decide to open my eyes and see who this bitch or asshole had the guts to sit next to me.
As I open my eyes I'm met with crystal blue ones staring at my lips before staring at me dead in the eye.
"Who the fuck are you and why are you checking me out in my sleep".
That was a lie.
The kid blinks a few times and looks around him, not believing his ears, "Me? You're talking to me"? "No I mean Ariana grande, of course I'm talking to you, you faggot".
He frowns while saying "Listen here asshole, I don't know who the fuck you think you are to call me a faggot when you're hairline isn't even straight as my life at the moment".
"The fuck you said 'bout my hairline, lil fucker"? I say as I clench my fists. One. This fucker came out of nowhere, two, he decides to sit down by MY desk, and three, he gets to make comments about MY beautiful hairline?! Oh hell fucking nah!
"I said your hair-" before I give him a chance to finish his sentence, I'd sent a fist flying straight in his bathetic little face.