At first glance, Blair's facial features were nothing out of the ordinary, so she could not be called an exotic beauty. She was rather plain looking, but the willingness to carry out her duty and upfront seriousness, which Aiden happened to know was a smart façade after a year together, made her attractive in her own right.

The way the uniform looked with her black hair reaching her waist was equally a strong attraction. Not to mention her lively character that added a few points.

Just by seeing her you could infer that she is also considerate and kind, always willing to meet others' expectations that further; what she kept quiet most of the time though, was that she is willing carried out whichever expectation that could catapult her own goals.

Another, perhaps somewhat hyperbolic, way of describing her that did justice to the girl was: Individually the ingredients were common, but in their mixture an exquisite dish for the eyes was born that nobody could deny.

In short, a pretty girl who looks great in her uniform, which happened to be a political mastermind in the makings.

—Yes, as you will, Miss! —Said the person whom the sexy professor pointed to with her index finger while crossing her arms.

—That concludes everything, you two will be responsible for explaining everything.

—Yes! Gladly, Miss —Blair and Aiden responded at the same time.

—Well, we'll leave that for tomorrow, for now, go to class, and you Maika, you are coming with me for a moment.

—Understood. —The three students responded in unison.

«When did this become a military academy?» Thought, Aiden.

As if she had read his thoughts, Maika delicately covered her lips and let out a slight laugh. Somehow, the girl with the mysterious aura found the situation funny.

Blair returned to her seat, where she was speaking to friends before Mary called her, while Aiden took the empty seat that was in the penultimate row, at the end of the classroom, next to a window.

As they were walking away, Mary's voice reached their ears once again, she was saying something about the directors being idiots to put someone from another class in charge and a few other insults to her fellow teachers.

Blair, the delegate, let out a few laughs with some discomfort, she was probably thinking about how Maika felt enduring Mary's quips and felt sorry for her.

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«Is this a good start? The challenge was unnecessary, but on the first day I already talked to a girl, who, to top it off, is beautiful and…»

Aiden tried to hold himself back in his thoughts, but he couldn't help but be happy about the object that was reflected in his eyes.

«The mythical penultimate seat next to the window!» He shouted excitedly inside him like the high school student he is. «Everyone knows that whoever sits here is destined for great things.»

Such a foundationless logic was the result of spending far too much time on the internet. The power of memes over culture and their effect on behaviour was a largely spread and deep one; it certainly had to be in order to make Aiden believe that a foolish joke is actually common knowledge of popular culture, much less a contemporary myth.

In the seat behind the mythic meme, the personification of a handsome boy was sitting: blond, sharp green eyes, a slim body and a general cool guy attitude; a poorly buttoned shirt that showed a t-shirt under with the caricatured stamp of a crane and a worn-out black beaded necklace hanging from his neck.

Despite being clearly Asian by his facial features, both hair and eyes were natural. Apparently, one of his parents is from somewhere in Europe, while the other is Japanese, but Saya didn't like to talk about his family situation.

Now, if someone fit the description of exotic beauty for the ladies, it was him. Delinquent look and everything. The problem was his personality.

The exotic boy couldn't help but notice Aiden's expression when he sat down, leaned forward and said in a low voice so as not to attract too much attention.

—Hey, lackey #3, it looks like we'll be partnering again this year. I can see by your appearance that you're not superb at socializing, and since I'm an incredibly cool guy, you have permission to continue being my lackey.

For his part, Aiden was invaded by an inexplicable confidence due to the events so far, so the comment from his classmate was not hurtful in the slightest.

—Wasn't I the one preventing you from bullying the boys from other classes? Come on, Saya, I can easily decipher from your appearance that you're the problematic kid who likes to oversee the rest with might, but who's fragile inside and wants to be dependable. That's why you want me by your side, to hold you back before you do something you'll regret.

Like a broken film, a sequence of scenes that screamed "Youth!" crossed through the mind of the pedantic boy, and a slight smile formed on his face.

—Think what you want. We're not neighbours anymore, but I'm still the boss of the floor. You owe me the respect I deserve; otherwise you'll soon start calling me owner, you sly dog.

—Oh, yeah? —A short smile also appeared on Aiden's face as he sounded his knuckles—. Will I? —Aiden added, maybe remembering the same setup as the sassy boy in front of him, but then, before they continued, the teacher interrupted them.

—You'll have time to catch up, if you'd like, even feel each other out more —said Mary, the teacher, with an obnoxious tone—, but now you have to be quiet, the inauguration is about to begin.

—I'm sorry —said Saya—, I won't take my eyes off you again, miss Mary; ever.

In response, Mary made a subtle movement by raising her ring finger, indicating to her student that he still has decades of experience to back up the meaning of those words, cleared her throat and continued.

—Now, pay attention to the monitor, the sitting chairman's speech is about to begin.