The face of trouble

The second week of the school year rolled in quicker than ever. Cosette stayed that night in Maxen's room. Since both of them were young — Maxen was — they sacrificed sleep just to kiss each other and hold each other longer. The following days went by normally with Cosette flirting with Maxen at every turn she would and being too clingy to Conrad like an angel.

And then… Monday came in. 

Class F was usually loud and lively before the start of the class. However, today was different. Everyone was behaving well, or rather, they were keeping quiet and whispering to themselves. 

The reason?

Cosette stared at the student coming inside the room, followed by a couple more students she had never seen before. The student was tall, taller than Maxen and Luke, who were already considered the tallest in the class. His head was shaved clean, holding his bag with a finger that was over his shoulder.