Chapter 5

Izariah-

Monday morning couldn’t come soon enough. I was already settled in my new dorm room, which I currently had to myself. I was told that my roommate had gone home for a family emergency and wouldn’t be back until later today.

The only downside I have noticed about this school so far is how large it is. It was five times the size of my last school and the buildings looked like an older historical castle. Everything was modern and extravagant, but it had a creepy haunted house vibe.

It wasn’t just one building, there were six main buildings, which were all similar in size and structure, along with many smaller buildings that looked like extensions of the main buildings. They all had their own unique charm to them; I just couldn’t get over the spookiness.

I imagined it was going to take some time to adjust to the atmosphere here. Maybe the vibes I was getting were nothing more than just me feeling completely underqualified to be here. Since my arrival Saturday afternoon, I haven’t run into many people, but I received a lot of glares from a few that I had come across.

The few I had seen were all dressed in expensive clothes. I was glad that school uniforms were a thing here, otherwise, I would stand out like a sore thumb. There wasn’t anything I could do about the weekends when we weren’t required to wear a uniform.

I suppose I could just keep to myself and focus on my studies and work. I still had nice clothes, since my old roommate gave me some of hers, plus my style wasn’t that bad either. It was clear that I didn’t wear the same kind of clothes as everyone else.

With how busy I am going to be though; I doubt it was going to matter much. My classes were twice as many as I had taken at my old school, with an extra Masterclass course that I had to attend three days a week. Other than that, all my classes were focused around my degree.

The Masterclass was a special class I hadn’t been aware of until coming here. Being that this school had a lot of higher-ranked werewolves, it made sense to have a Masterclass. Basically, the class would focus on everything related to pack matters, hierarchy, werewolf history, human studies, and so much more.

I was looking forward to the class because it wasn’t something that my pack offered in our schools. It wasn’t like I didn’t know the basics of everything but gaining a little more education about it all would help improve my status in the werewolf community.

I was also hoping to learn if there was a reason I haven’t shifted yet. I didn’t think so, but it wouldn’t hurt to look into it. I figured the most important reason for taking the class is because as a doctor it would benefit my relations with pack members and other packs if needed.

Overall, my workload was enough to keep me completely swamped with school and my studies. I was going to keep my job, well at least one job anyway. Even if everything is being provided for me at school, I still had an obligation to send money home.

I had called my parents after getting to my new dorm and they told me not to worry about sending them anything. Even so, I knew they depended on what money I could send them. I probably had enough time to work both jobs still, but I also needed to be able to relax a bit, so I wasn’t burning myself out.

All weekend I have been just scoping out the place and relaxing. The job at the bakery, which I decided to keep, had given me a two-week paid vacation. My boss wanted me to focus on getting familiar with my new school before I returned to work.

He is worried that if I get in over my head, I will mess up my education. As much as I tried arguing with him, I allowed him to give me the time off. It was probably a good thing too, especially after I saw my schedule.

I also had to attend mandatory training, twice a week. If I didn’t know better, I would have sworn someone had it out for me. With my classes, the time I needed to study, and making enough time to work my job, this was certainly not what I expected when I said I needed more of a challenge.

It is fine though, I knew that no matter what it took, I was going to do my best. After familiarizing myself with the campus and my schedule, I believed that I could make it all work out. Now if only I could make it to my first class.

Now that it was Monday and I was starting my classes today, I have been running around like crazy for the past twenty minutes. When I looked over the campus over the weekend, I found out the locations of all my classes. I felt like someone was messing with me though because in every classroom I went to that I thought was mine, the numbers were all mixed up.

It was like someone switched them around. I asked a few other students, but they all just ignored me. I still had another hour before my first class started, which gave me plenty of time. After spending an additional ten minutes searching for my class, I gave up and made my way to the head office.

If I couldn’t get answers there, I wasn’t sure what else I was going to do. Either I had the incorrect information, or I hadn’t paid close enough attention when I was exploring and managed to get myself turned around. Finding the office wasn’t difficult, so at least I had that going for me.

As I walked through on my way back to the Dean of Admission’s office, I found it strange that there wasn’t a soul in sight. For a moment I thought I was at the wrong location once again. When I reached an open door, I read the sign.

“Drake, Dean of Admissions.” Okay, so I was at the right place.

Stepping over the threshold, I knocked my knuckles against the door. The chair in the office was turned away, but I could see the back of someone’s head over the chair. He didn’t turn when I knocked, so I knocked again and cleared my throat.

“Mr. Drake?” I called out, unsure of what to call him since I didn’t know his title.

Slowly the chair spun around. When I saw the person sitting in the chair, I gaped at him. “You!” I shrieked.

Sitting in the chair, was none other than the guy I had hit over a week ago for beating on a kid. I couldn’t remember his name, but there was no mistaking his face. Anger burned inside of me. I had hoped I would never have to see him again. I had almost forgotten about him even.

He was dressed in a school uniform, even though it looked different from all the other male uniforms. His looked more stylish and wasn’t a simple dark green and white color combination like all the other uniforms I have seen. His had traces of gold embroidered in it, along with a gold and black embroidered patch on his left breast pocket.

He looked handsome dressed like this, but not as handsome as when he had worn his leather coat. Realizing I was taking note of how handsome he looked, I cleared my head and glared at him. He leaned back in the chair, placing his hands behind his head while lifting his feet to rest on the desk.

A smug smile spread across his lips, making me want to punch him again. “It’s Izariah, right? Mind if I just call you Iza? In case you don’t remember, my name is Braxton.”

“Are you the reason why I am here?” I asked, ignoring his question. Now that everything was falling into place, I thought he was the reason things have been weird for me today and how I miraculously got chosen to go to a high-class school like this.

“So, what if I am?” He cocked his head to the side and lifted his eyebrows.

“What do you want from me?” I asked through clenched teeth as I balled my hands into fists, at my sides. Just seeing this guy riled me.

“Relax. Right now, I am just here to formally welcome you to my school.” His smile dropped at that moment, and I knew that this was far from an ordinary welcome.

Warily I looked him over, trying to get a read on what was really going on. However, he gave nothing else away as he sat there. His expression was now indecipherable.

“Thank you, I think.” I mumbled half-heartedly.

“I suppose you should be getting to class. There is a map and your correct class schedule on the desk just outside the office. This was just a little fun, I had to get you to come to see me. I have been looking forward to this day all week. I hope you enjoy your time here.” He spoke, his voice sounding detached.  

Not having time to figure it out, I turned to leave and grabbed the stuff he just mentioned. Hoping I now had the correct information, I left the main building to head to my first class. I managed to reach it with fifteen minutes to spare.

As I waited for class to begin, I couldn’t help but think about the Braxton. This time I was going to remember his name. I had a feeling I was going to need to know it now, especially now that I was on his territory.