Novel & Cerita No Gyaru In This Class

That morning, I woke up with mixed feelings—excited because I was going to see Zach today, but also confused because I wasn't sure how I really felt. I noticed that my roommates looked glum, even though it was a bright, sunny day. Aggy, in particular, looked worried. "Combat class is today. By the moon goddess, I hate that class!" Combat was mandatory for all students, as far as I knew. It focused on self-defense, not intimidation. After all, there were tons of rogue wolves out there who posed a real threat.

Those two are so much alike it scares me. The food was great, we made small talk over it and then it was time for the gym. Mr Lack, our gym teacher, made us run the whole lesson to see what our speed was like and I was fine with that because I love running, I could run for hours on end. Now it was time for fighting class and just like the hunting class, this fighting class was for the people who couldn't shift yet, wait WHAT! "SELENA!" I vell. "WHAT?!" Questions Selena

Why the heck I am blushing? - “Okay Class Dismissed!” My classmates arrange their things and stood up. “Hey Aya-kun, It’s time for Private Lessons” one of my classmates said I nodded. Lord guide me and my Virginity! I nervously walk upstairs for my private lessons while saying all the prayers I know. “G-good Morning Yuuki-Sensei” I stuttered. “Good morning, Ayato~” he said playfully. I blushed when I heard him said those words.

I froze for a moment. I slowly reached out and opened the cover. Inside, I found a dark blue sports suit. The fabric was slightly thick but flexible, as if designed for movement and fighting. While I was taking the clothes out, a small paper fell to the ground. I quickly bent down and picked it up, opened it… and started reading. "Hello Iris. This is me Carla . I hope you’re doing well and that you’ve started getting used to this world." I continued reading. "I wanted to tell you that these clothes are for the strength class. It’s a combat class, and it is often intense. So I ask you to be careful of others, because there will be battles that determine each student’s level."

Glaring out of the window, my gaze drops to the window opposite, the blue light of a fish tank glows in the neighbours living room, illuminating an unnecessarily large photo of a little blonde girl in a school uniform, her top two teeth obviously missing as she grins at the camera. Oh shit, I think I've got it! I'm shocked it's taken me this long to work it out. Spinning back into the room I grab my phone and search through my tag requests on F******k. Some dippy cow thought I'd want the class photo on my profile. As if. I'd thought at the time. I just hope I didn't delete it. There it is. I zoom in, studying the girls one by one. There's only one ginger girl in the whole class. One beautifu