1 ⭐1: Calisto

"Cal! Hey Cal!... Calisto Ed Solaris!" Beamed a cheery voice male. He had hazel colored eyes, a messy brunet hair sat atop his pale face harnessing freckles. He was shaking his friend from a daze; the male had raven hair in an side cut, his eyes were of a lighter shade of silver that somehow reflects in different colors. His skin color was a fair tone, his features were flawless, well, you could say his looks can make girls fall head over heels on him-if he weren't always in a jouska.

"What?" He asked his friend who had startled him from daydreaming. It wasn't odd to find him daydreaming, since he spent most of his free time in the years to pass in his own little world. Thats why girls who approach him end up getting bored trying to make conversations. "Dude, you have to stop day dreaming. Sooner or later we'll be in college, and you'll be the only one without a gf." His friend had whined.

"Gale Chandler Brock..." Calisto started as he turned around from his seat to face his friend who was right beside him. "I dont care if I end up single my whole life because girls can't approach me. Besides, study first before love life." He stated in a matter of a factly tone of voice.

Calisto Ed Solaris, age 18, Senior High student at Polaris Constel University. Hearthrob ever since he transferred in his 9th grade, and has never, ever had a girl friend-not that it actually matters. His friends have been pestering him to stop dazing into space and start actually socializing with girls. Well, he does socialize, only in their section and the section next to them(Note: There are only 2 sections each grade curriculum, thus the section next to them were their past classmates.) And only ever treat them as friends. Of course, it'd be weird to date your classmate for a long period of time, you would practically feel like dating your sibling.

The bell rang, signalling that break was over and that the students had to sit properly and wait for their next subject teacher. In Calisto's section, there are only atleast 29 students, a blank space was right beside him which would be occupied by his close friend Gale when it would be free time. Their advisor had assigned then seats from the first day because of two girls bickering where to sit, thus Calisto was seated at the back. He was after all the tallest one, and since he had no problem seeing or hearing, the teacher asked if he could seat at the back. The seats occupied would be in pairs, so there were 15 tables in the classroom. Luckily, Calisto's table was near the window, a lovely view and breeze.

The door opened as their next subject teacher entered, Professor Galava Sam Montaig, they say was his name, while they only call him Sir Mon or Professor Mon, whichever was allowed. He was their history teacher, and believe or not, they quite like history because of the fun activities their professor always gave out. It was a more fun way to learn than the flat learning practices such as writting, reporting, projects, etc.

"Alright class, good morning." Their professor greeted with a kind smile. He was young, at his early thirties, but he was always mistakened as a 23 year old man because of his handsome looks. He always bragged about it from time to time.

"Morning professor Mon!" The students greeted back, standing from their seats in respect before sitting back down when the professor told them to.

"Today, we aren't going to have an activity, but, we are going to have an oral recitation. Whoever answers the most questions first, gets a prize tomorrow, and dont worry, all of you will have good grades." The students whined in a joking way, but nonetheless, they were ready to answer the questions from their professor. Everyone knew alot about history, more than they knew before from their boring teachers.

Sir Mon sat down on his seat at the teacher's table in the center and pulled out a bundle of paper in which he unrolled. He wore his rectangular reading glasses, highlighting his already good looks even more, and cleared his throat before beginning, "First question..." the students listened intently as it grew quiet. Everyone was at the edge of their seats, waiting for the question.

"When was this school founded?"

Everyone fell into murmur, one talking to the other, brainstorming when the school they resided was founded, to be specific, they knew the year, not the date. However, that hopeless talk was ended when ine answered, "Year 1833, 7th month: July, 18th." It was Calisto himself who answered. The professor said the answer was correct, and the other whined because they couldn't answer fast enough.

"Next question, who founded the school?"

"Ooh! It was a random scientist... I forgot the name." One shouted, standing up abruptly.

"Yes, but no name, so a point for effory... Yes, mr. Solaris?"

"Fracisco Howard Ferruise Neverland. Cleiv's ancestor." As if Calisto was were reciting from the back of his hand. History, was in fact, one of the subjects he excelled the most in. His professors were even astonished at his greatness that they invited him to join contests, which he did win a couple times.

"Dammit Calisto, give us a chance to answer atleast!" One of Calisto's friends, Jean Christian Agustine, whined because everyone couldn't stand a chance with Calisto being their classmate. Jean, namely called by his friend as Chris, a buff young teen, but has mainly a soft persona. His black hair blended well along his brunet strands, which was curled largely. He would where round glasses that complemented his forest green eyes agains't his pale skin.

"Not my fault you're all not fast enough. Besides, these are basics." Everyone else then argued at him being too arrogant, but they never were to offend him. They'd always do this whenever Calisto excells too much.

The oral recitation ended with, well you can guess, Calisto having most of the scores. Most questions were who were the past famous painters or musicians, or maybe people like Rudolf Hitler, or they'd be some unknown people, well not unknown, more or less were non-famous people back in the days. Calisto was kind enough to explain while answering.

The next subject would supposedly be the final subject for morning classes; Languages. This too, Calisto excelled in, but not so much. Not that Calisto even cared about Languages since he knew a number of it, suprisingly Latin, a dead language, he was fluent in(he ended up teaching Latin instead of their professor).

When lunch came, Calisto left the classroom as fast as he could. It did save him from the hassle of being crowded by girls from almost all levels. The rooftop was his favorite place; not much students go up in the rooftop, except maybe the usual couples or group of friends. His spot was always at the corner where no one ever goes near; it was allegedly a haunted spot, people kept saying there was once a teacher who jumped off that very edge. In fact, the rumors were the reason why they built the grills.

Calisto opened his lunch box and ate silently, waiting for his friends to eventually find him all the way from a crowded cafeteria. Surely, it wont be hard as he always chose the same spot everyday. Well, it didn't take atleast 20 minutes for them to finally arrive with a paper bag of food from the cafeteria, which were mainly veggies for Chris, and alot of carbs for Gale. Same thing as usual ever since they were in grade school.

There was another boy in the group, curly blond hair that grew bangs that shadowed his emerald eyes and freckled face. His name was Cleiv Ash Neverland, most strangers call him Scamander as he resembled a character from Fantastic Beasts, of course it was obviously Newt Scamander. What was ironic is that his mother was a potterhead, and his father a jedi-not a literal jedi, a fan of some sorts.

"Damn, Cleiv, you should start eating something aside from your usual sandwich... I'm totally annoyed." Groaned Gale as he looked at Cleiv with an irritated look. Cleiv was the only one in the group who ever just eat homemade sandwiches for breakfast and lunch, however it is still unknown to them how he seems to be healthier than any of the boys in school.

Cleiv chuckled as he bit from his sandwich. After which he replied, "Not your business, Gale. Besides, I'm not fond of cold lunch, and I dont like the food in the cafeteria." Gale just groaned and ate his lunch that he had bought. Calisto laughed at his friends' behavior and finsihed his meal way before the rest, soon was followed by Cleiv finishing his sandwich.

"Oh yeah, by the way..." started Gale as he chewed down his meal, "...I heard there was a new student from abroad. Dunno the specifics but who do you think it could be?"

"Let me guess, you think its a girl?" The handsome blond male(Cleiv) jokingly answered. Out of the group, Gale was most fond of actually talking about girls, well, stating the fact he practically had dated atleast 30 girls and breaking their hearts in the past. Call him a playboy, because he is.

"Duh? Most transferees are girls~"

"You should really stop chasing after girls. One day that will get you in trouble." Calisto sighed at the situation his friend was at. He was concerned that one day a big problem were to arise for Gale, but he, Calisto, cant help him. He knew less of relationships anyways.

Gale ignored them like a grumpy kid and continued eating in silence. In his thoughts, his friends were ganging up on him just because he has a lot of girlfriends, and that currently he doesn't. However, maybe tomorrow he might have one-if the transferee does attend to classes and gets swayed by him.

Their conversation stopped when a phone rang. The ring was cute as it sounded like puppies barking. It was Cleiv's phone. He took his phone out of his coat's pocket and picked up thr call.

"Hello?" He asked. The on the other end of the phone spoke in an audible voice. Sure, it wasn't in speaker mode, but the volume of Cleiv's phone was only half. Well, he is technically near to perfection, if he were not human.

"Uh... Sure... Now?... Okay, I'll be there as soon as possible--- No, I dont mind skipping classes... Okay, bye." It was unknown conversation, and the rest of the group listened earnestly to Cleiv. Gale was on a full concentration while he ate, as well as Chris. Calisto had only half his concentration on the conversation as he had stared into the sky, though he never did blink as much as if the sky weren't too bright to look at.

"Who was it?" The brunet playboy asked curiously. Cleiv didn't look at him, instead his focus was on his phone; he was texting someone. "Can't tell you." He answered sternly as he typed on his phone. Gale was about to pester Cleiv to answer, but Calisto said to let it off, that it was something supposedly personal. Curious enough, Gale had thought Calisto knew, but the handsome male only answered that it was guess.

"Oh hell no--" Gale's sentence was cut off by Chris pushing his forehead backwards, thus making him lean back and almost falling over. "Just leave him alone, Gale." The male with glasses said as he continued finishing his meal. Now, Gale was the only one left to have not finished his lunch, all because he was too noisy and talkative.

The curly blond male stood up from his seat and turned around, putting his phone in his pocket along the way. "I gotta go... Cal, can you tell the teachers to excuse me?" He said as he left. Calisto didn't argue, instead he hummed in response. Then, he day dreamed once more-this time Gale just grunted at his hopeless romantic of a friend.

Chris sighed and lied down on the cold stone and groaned. "Hurry up and finish your lunch, Gale. We gotta finish our presentation for later." Gale whined and just ate his meal. He was much like a child at this point-well, he always was like one since then.

Meanwhile, Cleiv sped up out of school campus and took a cab. He told a specific place and the driver nodded and drove off to the location. Cleiv once more looked at his phone when it rang for a notification.

"God...." he mumbled as a smile was plastered on his face. He typed on his phone and sent the message. He looked out the car window with a grin, jis eyes showing the emotion of delight and enthusiasm-one emotion that he had not felt ever since he had left his home town, and one emotion that he had never shown to anyone.

"Finally..."

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