Chapter 21

“She said she didn't want to join you,” Draven said, his tone cold.

The one who cut in-between us was none other than Draven. What was he doing?

I watched as Draven took in the group of A Class students before settling on the one who couldn't take no for an answer.

“Your behavior is very unbecoming of A class,” Draven scolded, displeased to have to see if a person is part of his class, “did your parents teach you nothing about manners?”

Snickering and muttered whispers fill the café as the other customers watch in rapid attention. I could practically see them eating melon seeds waiting for the show to come to a climax.

I could see that things were quickly spinning out of control. The tall, muscled guy's face was quickly picking in embarrassment, and some of his friends failed to hide their amusement as Draven lectured him like a disobedient child.

“Shall I teach you -” Draven continues only for a heavy fist to land on his jaw, cutting him off.

“Shut up,” the guy said, the café going deadly silent, “ just because you're the campus's top prince doesn't mean I have to listen to any of your shit.”

The guy grabs onto the collar of Draven's shirt, ready to land another blow but Draven's quick to respond. Grabbing the guy's wrist, he twists it, removing it from his shirt.

“Ow,”the guys grunts as pain ripples up his arm, “damn it, let go-”

Draven's fist connects with the guy's jaw, sending him stumbling back into his friends.

They hurry to catch him, surprised that the school's proper golden boy actually threw a punch.

It was very unlike him, so why did he do it now? The fight quickly ignites, the sounds of fists hitting flesh, tables being abruptly overturned and glasses breaking quickly fill the once peaceful café.

I'm pushed back into the crowd of onlookers who quickly look like they wish they'd left before this all went sideways. Because now we're all stuck here, their fight blocking the door.

“What's gotten into Draven today?” Someone asked their friend, bewildered by the sight of Draven before them.

“I have no idea,” the other replies, lowering her voice, “ I think it has something to do with that girl.”

“That can't be,” the other responds, doubtful, “he's the top student here, and always a model student, he wouldn't act like this just for a girl…right?”

“I don't know,” someone else responds quietly, “he stepped in when that guy was bugging her, which is very unlike him.”

I try to tune out the whispered conversations around me but some still manage to seep in and to say their speculations are wild is an understatement. But one thing is abundantly clear:

Draven isn't acting like himself and it's a problem. Having two shifters fighting in front of all these students isn't really following their “no exposure” rule. I have no idea how to get them to knock it off.

“What is your problem man?” the muscled guy demands, wiping blood from his lip, “all I was doing is talking to our newest class mate, you know, welcoming her.”

“Why the hell did you have to get involved?”

Two of the other A Class students behind the muscular guy tug on his arm, trying to pull him away.

“Traver, come on man,” a sandy blonde guy said, trying to pull Traver away, “give it a rest, you don’t want to get caught messing with the Alpha’s kid, especially the school's top student.”

Draven glares at the muscular guy, Traver, his stare cold, oppressive and isolating, “everything you do reflects on all of A Class and you were acting like complete trash.”

“You were acting like someone who was never taught how to treat people properly, quite frankly I’m surprised you are the son of the Cline family .”

Traver laughs, swinging his fist again, “So, you do know who my family is, and you still chose to get involved when it had nothing to do with you, aren't you just causing moore of a scene than I was?”

“This isn’t causing a scene, is this called teaching you some proper manners.”

“You think this is the way to go about teaching me “proper manners”, seriously?”

His words caused Draven to pause for a moment, taking in all the destruction around them and the students watching.

His gaze lands on me, and I mouth the words “stop, now” to him hoping he listens. Only for the guy to take advantage of Draven's distraction to land a hard hit to his stomach.

Draven doubles over for a moment before he reels back ready to land another punch, when a hand shoots out and grabs his wrist in a vice-like hold. Another, grabs hold of the Traver's shoulder, holding him in place.

“That's enough,” the cold, authoritative voice booms through the wrecked café, the air seemingly growing colder under the cold piercing glare of the Headmaster.

I have no idea when he appeared but I was glad he did. I was worried one of these two was going to spontaneously grow fur and bare their fangs at one another if things continued.

“What is going on here?” Lucius demands, his entire being seems shrouded in a layer of ice.

“Everyone is well aware of the consequences when they are caught fighting on campus.”

I can see the students behind me cower slightly under the pressure pouring off of Lucius.

“You'll both be receiving severe punishment for your actions, and be paying for the damages you caused to the cafe owner.”

Lucius turns to look over the rest of the students, his eyes landing on me briefly before he focuses on the others.

“Is anyone hurt at all?” He asked, his tone softer, kinder.

“No sir, just those two,” the girl from earlier responds kindly, a dreamy tint to her voice.

Probably one of the headmaster's fan girls.

“Very well, now that the show's over, don't you all still have classes to get to?”

His words break everyone out of their stupor and they quickly hurry to leave, politely thanking him as they scatter off across campus.

The other A Class students, Traver friends, try to slip out unnoticed, failing spectacularly when one of them walks into the door.

“Owch, damn it,” the sandy blond haired guy said, rubbing his forehead before he froze, having caught Lucius' eye, “shit.”

“You three return to A Class and wait for your own punishments.”

“What?” a guy with blond hair asked “we didn't-”

“You could have tried harder to reel in your friend, but you stood by and watched,” Lucius cuts in, his tone frosting over again.

“I'll be seeing you in the classroom after I'm finished here, now go.”

Knowing arguing is pointless, they rush out, leaving the three of us with the headmaster.

“Now for you two,” Lucius starts before I hurry to cut him off.

“Draven didn't start the fight,” I said, standing between Lucius and Draven, “ he was just trying to help get Traver to back off.”

“He threw the first punch.”

Lucius looks over the three of them, “is that so?”

I nod, “he was trying to protect me.”