Aiden stored the medicine in his pocket, made sure to lock the door before leaving for the (stop of destiny that he longs for) school, and stormed out. He had to get to the bus stop 15 minutes away from the dormitory.
To reach the stop, Aiden took a path that went through the dormitory garden. The property was surrounded by a fence and the garden was at the end of a gravel path, somewhat making the place an isolated kingdom speared from the noise and bustle of the city.
It was a peaceful place that Aiden had discovered when he first laid eyes on the reserve dormitory. That day, he had made a mental note to make it his favorite spot to relax and think. Now, he walked through the garden with quick steps, not paying attention to the flowers or the birds singing in the trees. His mind was focused on getting to the bus stop on time.
At the end of the garden there was a door that led to a side street that took you to the nearest bus stop. Aiden opened the door and stepped out into the summer heat. It was a hot and humid day, and Aiden started to sweat as he walked down the street. Although he didn't like sweating, he didn't complain. He was excited to return to school and hunt for adventures.
As he got off the bus in front of a huge iron bridge, Aiden decided to take his time on the way to school. In the distance, more of these bridges connecting the school to other districts could be seen.
Other lines would take him to the school entrance, but the one that passed by his dormitory was not the case. Lucky bastards! Aiden thought of the other students who did have a room in the regular dormitories.
He approached the railing to bask in the view of the city line. Other students and one or two cars also crossed over the bridge, since these bridges were the only way to reach that school.
Although he had intended a panoramic viewing, Aiden quickly focused on the tall business buildings in the centre and the electric train that goes around the centre of the city on its hanging tracks. It was one of the largest and most important areas of the city, as it brought together in one place the most powerful tech companies and renowned research institutions in the world. A sort of silicon high plateau, a capitalist boxing ring and a researcher's Valhalla.
—Terrifying, terrifying place —he couldn't help saying to himself, looking at the skyscrapers and the factories beyond them that housed, God knows what, behind their doors—. What's done is done. I can't do anything else about it.
In this famous city, which could even be considered a tiny country because of all the power it possessed, all kinds of things happened and all kinds of people lived there. If the Vatican is the stop for believers, this city is the Mecca of capitalism and scientific research. Particularly famous among young people for the opportunities and cultural variety offered by its primary, secondary, high school, and universities. The north of the city was certainly a city of students.
Aiden filled his lungs with air and wiped the blank expression he had.
A tiny smile formed on his face.
—So… A new life, huh?
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The school he belonged to was an immense institution, one of the if not the largest in the world. It was so large that it was divided by faculties and each one had its internal administrative committee, it could also be seen as different schools, it's really a matter of perspective.
Aiden entered one of the buildings and headed for the teacher's lounge, where a particular moody professor called Mary was waiting for him. Endowed with everything a woman could ask for: beauty, intelligence, and obviously a good body, the charming teacher signalled to him to me hurry over.
—Finally, you arrive, but where is 2C's transfer student!? —Said, Mary, with an exasperated and clearly annoyed tone—. Agh, that's why we tell you not to be late with your papers, you brats!
With 2C she referred to second year, classroom C. By the way, Aiden was in 2D.
—Is that why you called me here? —Said Aiden, whom last year had been one of the dignified classroom delegates.
In truth, though, nobody else wanted it, and he thought “why not?”. Which later proved to be a terrible-miscalculated move on his part. After all, why wouldn't the achievement hungry bunch fight to the nail for such a position on their resume?
As it turns out, the time, and attention consumption, was not worth it; that is, unless, such a path was another step to your grand ambition or your genius welcomed the challenge. None of which were on Aiden's field or goals.
Meanwhile, the boy was lost in dumb thought, Mary clasping the edge of the desk with both hands and thought «If the new kid came to my class I would understand, but what do I have to do with 2C?»
—And that perverted old man is the worst of all! —Finally burst out of her mouth—. Who does he think he is, leaving me his responsibilities? Son of a bitch.
That answered his original question.
Aiden started cracking his mind for the most assertive way to tell his teacher, essentially, an equivalent of “fuck this shit, I'm out.” When the slight creaking of the door guided his attention in that direction, and who was standing there enchanted it.
A girl with a look that seemed to devour him, but at the same time an appearance that generated a feeling of tenderness when resting your eyes on her, was on the other side of the door. Petite would call some of what will not be spoken of here today.
Her brown hair fell softly to her shoulders, and an elegant, completely natural face completed the painting. Aiden was stunned by the girl's slender body, although it could be better in the area below the collarbones, the young man added. In other words, the bust at first glance left much to be desired. “But it wasn't bad in its own way,” Aiden thought.
He couldn't help thinking about how well the uniform suited her and how she would look in other types of clothing, such as evening or casual wear, even a few indecent thoughts crossed his mind.
That's when he noticed that she was wearing the same type of uniform as him, so they should be about the same age. The beautiful young woman took a step followed by another, entering the lounge and spoke determinedly, without losing the delicacy of a lady.
—I assume you were waiting for me. I'm sorry, I didn't sleep well last night and because of it, I was late.
The presence of this girl had taken over the room, making Aiden lose his sense of spatial notion for a moment. It was like the neatly contained messiness of each cubicle extended endlessly in between blinks.
—Who is she? —Was the question he had stated out loud without realizing it.
At that moment, she turned her gaze towards him, who had been observing her since she entered the lounge.
—I almost forgot to introduce myself, it must be because of lack of sleep —she said, and crossed the door frame into the room—. My name is Maika Kerstin.