The Street Fighter Meets The Gang Leader

-Dominic's POV-

I step into a quiet corridor.

Most of my days start like this one. It's not quiet because I'm alone, nor is it quiet because I meant for it to be. Instead, it's quiet because the crowds of people here have all stopped to stare at me. I'm not popular here; you could say that I stick out like a sore thumb, despite how dark and plain my clothing is. Maybe it's because I don't fit in anywhere else and everyone seems to notice.

But, if I'm being honest, I couldn't care less.

I carry on walking, my necklace bouncing gently on my chest as the bell rings, signalling my first class: science. I'd be lying if I said I was a straight A student—science itself was one of my least favourite subjects—but it was one of my first three lessons, so I went in.

I got to the seat, which had been left empty specifically for me, and sat down. It was far from everyone else, and there were seats left empty around me too. Again, I didn't necessarily choose this seat, but it was something me and the rest of the class had come to a silent agreement on during the first week, when I had made it obvious that I didn't want to talk to anyone. It was my nature to be alone here.

As I sat down and started drawing habitually in my book, the voices in the class lowered to murmurs. I didn't have people around me, so I couldn't hear what was going on unless I made an effort, so I lifted my gaze towards the front of the class, and the first thing I saw was a pair of grey eyes staring back at me. We held each other's gaze before breaking off at the same time. As he looked to his right, I mirrored him and looked to his left, watching four more guys follow this first one.

A piece of paper was given to the teacher, who after reading it, smiled while nodding. "You five must be the new students I was told about!" She exclaimed more excitedly than necessary.

I sighed upon hearing this. It was inevitable that they would sit next to or near me now since those were the only seats available, but before they could come and sit down, the substitute teacher made them introduce themselves, which almost made me roll my eyes.

The last one to come in started, "Well, I'll go first! My name's Zack Winsky. I'm 17, and I like the colour blue!" Zack seemed like a cheerful and enthusiastic character with his dirty blond hair and bright blue eyes. His clothing was casual, no obvious effort was put in. He grinned at the end of his introduction, and the class seemed to warm up to him.

Next was a guy with dull green eyes and a smile that lacked effort. "Hey, I'm Jason Telix, and I'm also 17." Jason had jet-black hair and his clothing style was similar to Zack's except the colour pallet was darker. His physic could still be seen from under them. He was strong.

Two other guys went after him and introduced themselves as Blake and Jake Lucifer. Twins with opposite personalities. Blake seemed similar to me: laidback and calm with a slight murderous aura. Jake, on the other hand, seemed more like Zack: energetic. But one thing that was identical between them was the sleazy look in their eyes, making me want to roll my eyes again. Other girls in the class didn't seem to think what I did, though, and they were quick to fall for them.

As my mind wondered, I felt someone watching me, so I turned to the last person, who had yet to introduce himself. He looked as if he cared more about his appearance, with a more modern and controlled feel to him. Beneath his shirt, I also spotted a tattoo crawling across his collar, but I was too far away to identify anything about what it looked like. What intrigued me the most, though, was his eyes, which were identical to mine. As grey as a rainy day's sky. "I'm Nickolas Sector."

There were girls in the class who instantly fangirled over his strong British accent, but his eyes wouldn't leave mine, nor did mine falter from his. It almost turned into a contest, but after a moment we pulled apart again.

After that, the guys were told to take a seat, so they all walked towards me, but before they could get to their seats, a random person decided to shine an unpleasant spotlight on me. "Demonic sits there on her own though, doesn't she?" she asked, and everyone turned to face me. But before anything else was said, the teacher started her lesson.

I tried ignoring the three people behind me, along with the two in my row, but it was to no avail. Zack, who was sitting next to me, turned and started talking, "is Demonic really your name?" he asked. I turned slightly to face him and respectfully put my hood down.

"Sorry?"

Behind me, I heard one of the guys whisper to Nickolas, "Hey Nick, she has the same accent as you," but I ignored it.

Zack gave me a smirk and answered, "I mean, you look angelic to me, so why are they calling you demonic?" I guess I was supposed to be touched, but instead I couldn't help but smirk right back.

"It's not my name, but I wouldn't be called demonic if I didn't do something to deserve the title," I said and let my face go back to monotone before turning back to my drawing, which was starting to look like a bouquet of wilting flowers surrounding one plastic one, which stood out in the middle. There was nothing significant about it—I was probably going to throw the page away once this lesson had ended—but before I could, the drawing was snatched off of my table. Zack held it in his hands, whispering a 'woah' before nudging Blake, who was on his other side, to get him to look at it. I would have cared more—if I had even cared in the first place.

Time passed, the lesson ended, and the teacher left, giving the class the opportunity that they had been waiting for to come and swarm the new guys. I took this time to get the hell out. Fortunately, I was ignored as I packed up and was able to leave the room with little difficulty.

As I walked, I received a text from Xavier, which pulled me back to reality. I read the text informing me of tonight's fight schedule and replied with an 'I'll be there' before turning my phone off and getting ready to go. But before I could move further, someone stood in front of me, blocking me.

"Where do you think you're going?" I looked up at his face to see it held the same pair of grey eyes that had been sitting behind me in class.

"Far from where your business lies," I responded with a smirk before walking past him and out the door.

-Nickolas' POV-

The lads and I walked through the school gates half of us excited and the other half, myself included, with nothing but boredom. Even the trophy cases sat on display disinterested me. The only reason we were here was that it wasn't safe in England any more or else I would have happily stayed there.

Blake walked up to us and handed us our timetables which all differed to my misfortune. Yet at least we had our first lesson together which happened to be science, one of my better subjects.

Before we entered the classroom Zack said something about calling dibs on the seat next to the hottest girl and we all chuckled as I pushed open the door. I walked in, looking around to see that the room was old and run down just as much as the teacher who was teaching in it. I had started missing England already. The layout of the room was too much like what you would find on TV and it was almost suffocating.

As I scanned the room my eyes met with another pair of grey ones that caught me off guard. We looked at each other but broke off before it could get too awkward. 

The teacher said something about us introducing ourselves after looking at the note I handed her making me sigh and thankful that Zack volunteered to go first. During that time, I couldn't help but have my gaze go back to the girl with grey eyes. She seemed to stand out from everyone else even though her clothing style was simple and covered. Her hoodie hid anything interesting and I couldn't tell how tall she was while she was sitting down but I could tell that her posture was pristine, and she had a huge dangerous presence. I didn't like it.

She must have felt me staring again because she looked back at me. This time I didn't back down. She didn't either which spiked my annoyance. I introduced myself when it was my turn and kept my stance until we were told to go sit down.

"Demonic sits there on her own though, doesn't she?" A girl called out which made me raise my eyebrow and look towards Jason who seemed to be thinking the same thing as me. Demonic huh? I thought with a little satisfaction before taking a seat behind her. There wasn't much to see from the back of her head considering her hood was covering most of it but there was a part of her hair poking out with a nice light brown colour.

Zack, who had sat next to demonic, started talking to her which made me half-smile, getting some information from her wouldn't be bad. I had thought but it didn't seem like I nor Zack was going to get it easily. She didn't seem interested at all but instead left us hanging which made me scoff and lean back in my chair, reminding myself that she doesn't matter.

The rest of the lesson went by slowly and I could hardly remember anything about it except the fact that it was all a recap of things I had already learned last year. When it did eventually end though the class, or the majority of the girls at least, started crowding around our tables, wanting our attention, asking us questions, almost pushing themselves onto us which I wasn't necessarily against.

Suddenly, I was pulled out of the ruckus when Jake passes me a drawing and saying, "check it out Nick, your girl knows how to draw."

I snatched the drawing out of his hands whilst scoffing at him. "She's not, 'my girl'," I reply and looked down as the drawing properly and in slight amazement.

"Sure bro, we saw you checking her out at the introduction." I gave him a half-smile and shook my head.

After that, I looked in front of me, expecting to see the artist in black but she had seemed to vanish which made my smile fall. Out of curiosity, I got up in search of her. Right now, she seemed to be the only amusing thing about this school, so I had to keep an eye out for her.

I was near the exit of the building when I see her. She's texting on her phone and looked ready to leave which confused me. The day just started, where could she be going? I decided to stop her, so I stood in her path, expecting her to bump into me but her reflexes were quick, and she stopped in front of me instead despite not looking up yet. I couldn't exactly see her face but I'm sure it held a questionable look.

"Where're you going?" I ask her, looking down at her phone's screen to see a notification pop up under a guy's name. Who's Xavier? I wonder as I wait for a reply.

"Far from where your business lies." She states and walks away from me like I was nothing.

It takes me a few seconds to register what she says but when I do and turn to look at her in disbelief, she's already gone.

My hands curl into fists. No one treats me with that sort of disrespect, and it looks like I'll have to teach her that lesson for as long as I'm in this school.