Another Annoying Day

Lyall stood silently in front of his open, empty locker. He sighed repeatedly.

“That locker isn’t going to fill itself, you know?” Miro also looked at it. “It’s... a clean locker.”

Lyall snorted, then closed his locker and looked at Miro.

“What? I was right.”

Lyall shook his head and left Miro. Miro walked quickly to catch up with him.

“You’re not going to put your books in there? Don’t tell me you’re going to carry them around all day? Every day?”

“Can’t you just be a bit chatty? You’re hurting my ears early in the morning. I’m already annoyed enough with having to go to school today.”

“School isn’t bad,” Miro commented, causing Lyall to glare at him. Miro raised his hands in surrender.

“Why are you here with me? Where are your friends?”

“Always suspicious. They’re at this school, of course, somewhere. They’re not bad, Lyall. Aside from their mischief and curiosity, they’re quite nice,” Miro explained.

“Hmm… Sure.” Lyall replied nonchalantly. “So how long have you been friends with them?”

“Since I moved to this city. I’m from Japan. After my father died, my mother brought me here. And now she’s a teacher at this school.”

Lyall stopped in his tracks and looked at Milo.

“I just wanted to know how long you guys have been friends, not your life history. No need to tell me.”

“Oh, great,” Miro replied, looking away. Lyall, realizing this, turned his head in the direction Miro was staring.

Four boys walked into the school like models on a catwalk. They were incredibly handsome, and everyone was staring at them. Especially with their extravagant attire. The entire corridor seemed mesmerized by them.

“Do I need to know who they are, too?” Lyall asked, still staring at them.

“Uhmm... No?”

Lyall looked at Miro. “That’s a question that shouldn’t be answered with a question.”

“So he’s the popular guy these days?” said one of the four boys. He stood right next to Lyall and looked him up and down.

“And why are these boy band members talking to me?” Lyall asked Miro without looking at the four teenagers. Just as Miro was about to answer, Lyall looked at one of them and spoke again. “I don’t hate boy bands, no offense, but you guys look like you’re about to have a concert.” Lyall shrugged.

“Very funny.” One of them chuckled. “You know, your arrogance will get you down pretty hard, and more importantly, you’re a nobody here.”

Lyall held his chest, his expression feigning pain. “Oh... That’s hurt... but I don’t care, though. I don’t care who you are, what you do, or if you dress like a boy band, drag queen, or whatever. I really don’t care.” Lyall approached and stared intently. “I don’t want to fight with a boy band member that I don’t know for nothing either. Just do me a favor. Don’t ever bother me or talk to me. That would really annoy me.” Lyall patted one of the boys on the shoulder and walked past them. Miro followed Lyall.

Miro laughed with satisfaction. “You were amazing earlier (clapping happily). They’re really annoying. The handsome boys, good at sports, especially their parents who are quite influential in town, which makes them big-headed. They bully some students.”

“I thought it was you and your friends who bullied other students.”

“Oh, come on, Ly. I told you they’re actually nice.”

“Well, as you said. I don’t fucking care, tho.”

“But wait, why are we walking out of school?”

Lyall stopped in his tracks and looked at Miro. He narrowed his eyes. “Then why are you following me?” he asked inquisitively.

“Nothing. I just thought I might show you the whole school, or the town.”

Lyall frowned. "What are you? A tour guide?"

Miro rolled his eyes. "No, I just—"

"Welp, I don't care. Just don't follow me." Lyall walked away.

"Don't follow you? Where are you going? Hey!"

“He’s not going anywhere.” Zaiden suddenly appeared, blocking Lyall’s path.

“Oh fuck,” Lyall cursed.

“Go back to school, now,” Zaiden ordered.

“Oh yeah? Who said that?”

Zaiden pointed to his head. “Your mother.”

Lyall growled angrily. He knew Zaiden had mind-linked with his mother. Miro grabbed Lyall’s hand and pulled him into the school.

In class, Lyall sat idly listening to his teacher speak. He was forced to comply with his mother’s unreasonable wishes. But he was quite disturbed by having to sit next to Eira. Furthermore, he smelled a strange scent emanating from Eira’s body. He didn’t know what perfume Eira was wearing, but it was quite distracting and pungent to his nose. But strangely, the scent actually… Calmed him down.

“Okay, I won’t bore you all with my lecture. Let’s take a quiz.” A chorus of complaints could be heard from several students. "I'll give extra points to those of you who can answer it. One question, one point. Are you ready?" There was no response from the students. The students seemed displeased with the idea of ​​a pop quiz. "Oh, come on have a spirit. Go! Now close your books."

All the students lazily closed their books. They looked uninterested. Lyall also seemed uninterested, just staring out the window.

"Good. Now tell me, what is the meaning of Involving Conic Sections? Explain it."

Everyone fell silent, and only Eira raised her hand.

"Miss Lurvine?"

"The intersection of a plane and a double right circular cone. By changing the angle and location of the intersection, we can produce different types of conics."

"That's correct. And... What are the four basic types?"

Eira raised her hand again.

"Miss Lurvine."

"Circles, ellipses, hyperbolas, and parabolas."

“That’s correct. Well done. Oh come on. Are you guys going to let Miss Lurvine take all the points?”

“That’s nothing new. We’re used to it,” one student joked.

“She’ll probably get sick if she doesn’t take all the points,” another student said, making the class laugh. Lyall glanced at Eira, who was just staring at her hands. Eira’s expression was completely blank, as if she didn’t care about the teasing.

“Alright, stop it, Mr. Mclean. There’s no teasing in my class,” the teacher said firmly.

“Sorry, Mrs. Brighton.”

“Okay, let’s continue. Now explain about Circles and Ellipses.”

No one raised their hands.

“Oh my gosh, aren’t any of you studying?” The students just stared at each other. Mrs. Brighton sighed. “I knew my subject was my least favorite, but I didn’t expect it to be this bad. Okay, Miss Lurvine.”

“If the circular cone is cut by a plane perpendicular to the axis of the cone, the intersection is a circle. If the plane intersects one of the pieces of the cone and its axis but is not perpendicular to the axis, the intersection will be an ellipse.” This time it was Lyall who answered.

“Wow, well done, new kid. Mr. Lycaros. One point for you. I'm starting to like this. Next!”

The bell rang, signaling the end of class. The students prepared to leave the classroom as quickly as they could.

“Ugh, I hate it when the bell rings when things are exciting. Okay, don't forget to do your homework, which is due next week. I'll give you an F if you don't. Remember that.”

Lyall quickly left the classroom, followed by Miro. He walked briskly outside the school.

“Is that girl always like that?” Lyall asked without stopping.

“Who?”

“Eira.”

“Oh, her? Yeah, always. She's always the butt of the jokes at school, too. She's smart, a nerd, and above all, a loner. No one wants to be her friend"

“Just because of that? But I'm smart and a loner, too.”

“Hmm, right, but with a super handsome face, a great body, rich parents, and an alpha.”

Lyall stopped walking and looked at Miro. “Are you mocking me now?”

“How could I? I was complimenting you. Anyway, we're going the wrong way. Biology class is over here.” Miro pointed the other way. Miro walked toward Biology, but after a few steps, he stopped again and turned around. “Are you coming with me? Or do you want to go out and meet Zaiden again? He's like your bodyguard, no, your angel of death.”

Miro laughed and started walking again. Lyall growled angrily, then snorted in annoyance.

“You! I bet you're the wolf they sent to watch me. Right?!” Lyall guessed. He tried to align himself with Miro.

“Me? That’s impossible. I’m just an omega. An omega can’t guard an alpha,” Miro said without looking at Lyall.

“Hah! What an unacceptable reason. I knew it was true. You must have been sent by him, right?”

Miro chuckled at Lyall’s curiosity.

***

LycroClaws pack

Alastor tapped his fingers on the table. He seemed to be thinking about something. His eyes were far away.

“Your Highness.”

Someone calling him interrupted his reverie. Alastor turned.

“Everything is ready, Your Highness.”

“Good, send them in immediately. Don’t make any mistakes. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

The man left the room and another man entered.

“The witches have been waiting for you, Your Highness,” said the man who had just entered.

“Good, it’s time. Send them in.”

The man bowed respectfully and left the room. Shortly after, several men dressed all in black entered. Alastor looked at the few people and smiled.

“Welcome, my allies.”

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