Startled by both the awkward situation and the fact that someone gad just touched her face, Alyra flinches away, and after seeing the guy who was flirting with her has a girlfriend, she's even more disgusted. And that's when she realizes the couple is the same couple from the market. The girl who had threatened her and the boy who had defended her. I dont know what to think right now... she thinks, and then opens a notebook to sketch a drawing of herself in in her fox form, wishing she could just shift in the middle of class and run out of the school and through the trees where she would be free and not crouded in a small claustrophobic room.

Ethan up out of bed and decides to get ready for the party, having nothing better to do. He wonders if wearing a costume was a good actually a good idea. He pulls on his black gloves and sighs, hoping he won't regret this. He steps out into the hall, noticing a girl that looks vaguely familiar. He smiles his most charming smile, and she wrinkles her nose.
"I have a boyfriend," she huffs, before sauntering off. She turns back. "But you really should come to the Halloween party tonight." She smiles coyly. Ethan smiles again, before going back into his room, his mind once more turning to Sasha.



(Happy Halloween everybody! Hope you had a good one, it was snowing where I am lol)

Oliver

He had forgotten Layla was not a morning person. At all. He struggled trying to convince her to go to math class. In the end, he dragged her there anyway, even though she was not in the mood. Oliver saw Alyra talking to the guy from yesterday and. . . Roxanne. "Hey Alyra, great morning huh?" He quickly said as he shoved the half asleep Layla into the classroom and guided her to her seat.

Layla

She mumbled some semblance of "Morning. . ." with her eyes half closed. She recognized the attractive boy from yesterday, with Roxanne sitting on his lap. She had no energy to spend on niceties, however. She even let her brother guide her to her seat, with no sarcastic quips or a half angry "I can see and I can get to my seat by myself." Though she did think it through the whole process. She yawned, trying to be quiet, but eventually not caring. Layla didn't even think she had anything to write notes on.

"Not really," Alyra shakes her head and discreetly gestures toward Jameson and Roxanne. She motions for Layla and Oliver to sit next to her, and then looks up to the front of the classroom when the bell rings, announcing that class has started.

"Hello class! My name is Mrs. Asema and I am your math teacher for the year!" Says a cheerful and very brightly dressed woman with her long brown hair tied up in a mess bun. Some of the students groans things like "Do we really have to put up with this all year?" or "It's bad enough we have to take a math class at all." While most just snicker. She just goes up to the board and writes up a math equation. "If anyone can solve this, I will let you skip out on the final." She looks around and only sees confused faces and sarcastic looks. No one is able to answer it, but there is one boy sitting in the back of class with a knowing look in his eyes. Mrs. Asema notices this but says nothing, just gives him time to decide whether he would like to announce the answer or not. He chooses not to, and the class goes on with Alyra quickly taking notes.

I already know these, but it's a good look to pretend to care. Then if I make an accident on a question or forget to turn in an assignment, the teacher will cut me some slack. Alyra thinks deviously, thinking that she has just hatched some criminal plan or something, even though there is nothing devious about breaking your hand by taking notes you don't need.

Layla

She was not enthusiastic to have her first period teacher be so cheerful when Layla was barely functioning. Though, she didnt groan or whine like most of the class. Instead, she took out the only material it seemed she had brought, her phone. She opened up anything to take notes and glancing over at Alyra's notebook occasionally to see what she had missed. Hopefully, the teacher won't scold me for using my phone. That would be so very embarrassing. Even if she does though, I'll turn in all my work, so I should be on her good side.

Oliver

He shoved a piece of paper onto Layla's desk quickly. I should've grabbed some paper on my way out of her dorm. Or at least reminded her. Good thing I had extras. He quickly jotted down all of the notes, not speaking up even if he knew the answers. He didn't need anyone thinking he was a nerd or anything. It suited his sister much more than it suited him.

"Ms with the phone, can you put that away please? I'm trying to teach." The teacher tells Layla with a sweet smile, and goes back to what she was doing, not bothering to check if Layla put her phone away.
Alyra, feeling uncomfortable with the glances from Jameson, turns her back to him, but she still senses him looking at her, so she just sits in silence, blushing profusely and trying to take notes through the distraction.
"Also, Ms on the Mr, please find your own seat. We do not sit on people here." The teacher tells Roxanne, who throws a fit and storms out of the class, trying to get Jameson to get with her, but he pretends not to notice, which makes her even more mad and she stomps away, her high heels clicking down the hallway to be heard for the next few minutes through the open and un-decorated hallway.

Layla

"Sorry. . ." A small apology escaped her lips as she put her phone face down. She realized she had grabbed a pen before leaving, so she quickly wrote what she remembered on the piece of paper. Alyra's notes were getting sloppier and she was blushing, so Layla assumed she was uncomfortable with the guy looking at her. Regardless, she wrote the rest of the notes down before glaring at the attractive boy. Obviously, he can't take a hint. She had to control her laugh at Roxanne, though. It may have been hilarious, but she didn't want more people's attention.

Oliver

Oliver snickered. Served her right. It was like she thought she owned the school. Then again, she probably did, popularity-wise. He quickly wrote the notes down, making sure his penmanship was nice, neat, and proper, just like he was taught. Layla was obviously trying, however her being half-asleep and writing them quickly made them almost illegible. He glanced up when he heard Layla's pen stop moving, confused. He realized she was glaring at the boy who was watching Alyra carefully. Oliver realized that he wasn't taking notes, and neither was most of the class. Even though he knew Layla and him already knew this stuff, at least they were trying to look good for the teacher. And brushing up on math skills is never bad, either.

After being glared at, Jameson rolls his eyes and looks down at his phone, puts in her air pods, kicks back and plays games on his phone. After being told off by the teacher, he uses his charms to get her to leave him alone, using his curse to his advantage.

Once she decides that her hand hurts too much to write anymore and she is done with being stared at, Alyra asks to be excused to the bathroom, which is accepted and she walks out of class, feeling like everyone's watching her, when in reality they were probably just staring at their phones or something.

Layla

Good. Finally, that creep is leaving Alyra alone. Weird, how he got the teacher to not scold him. Must be really intimidating or charming. She looked back at the board, finally awake. Layla took notes quickly, appalled with her tired handwriting. Accepting the fact that she would, likely, not be able to read it later. She shook out her hand, as it hurt a lot when she wrote quickly. She was always scolded for "not holding her pens or pencils correctly" but the way her parents taught her hurt her hand more. Focus on the math equations, Layla. She brushed a strand of hair out of her face, that had fallen while she was furiously writing notes.

Oliver

He had finished the notes on the board a while ago, and waited for the teacher to start new ones. He glanced over at the boy who was staring at Alyra. If he's Roxanne's boyfriend, it would be a horrible choice to make an enemy of him. Layla wouldn't realize that, of course, but she should be more mindful when we're going to attend Roxanne's party tonight. After realizing the teacher finally started new notes, he quickly wrote those down too.

Ethan yawns, then startles.
"Crap!" He changes out of his costume, puts on normal clothes and scrambles to math class. He sighs in dismay as the teacher stares at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Mr...." He checks the list of names "Steel? Is that it? Do you have a pass, Mr. Steel?" Ethan stares at the ground. The teacher nods in a sort of grim disappointment and writes him out a tardy slip. "Your seat is over there, Mr. Steel." He points to a seat near Alyra. Ethan sits, now only realizing he forgot to bring his books and pencils and stuff like that with him. He sighs. School sucks.