Below Average

Draven was currently resting while closing his eyes. The chair he sat in was completely different from before. It was covered with writings that seemed filled with hatred and ridicule. Most of the words carved were "rapist," "a horny horse," and other things that destroyed Draven's image.

However, Draven did not bat an eye and let his body rest for a while. He was thinking of how to deal with this problem. The college entrance exam was nearing, and which was less than a week left for him to study. Although, he was confident in surpassing every student both in written and battle performance exams.

He still wanted to leave a deep impression, especially on the Federalization Awakeners Academy scout, so he would be scouted and could pick his desired department. He could not rely on asking his classmates on getting information, especially Joseph. After all, he was not sure if they would not give him false information, and most importantly, his cellphone did not even have a proper network connection.

While Draven was having time for himself, it was interrupted when he felt a lightheaded tap on his head. It did not make him feel pain whatsoever. However, it made him feel irritated since it has been going on for some time.

He looked for the source and saw his classmate sneering while on his hand was a crumbled paper shaped into a circle by his massage. It was as though he would not stop unless it made him satisfied. Draven growled in frustration and could only mutter to himself as he decided.

"One more throw, or else I will throw your life into the deepest part of hell."

The classroom was not quiet since students while having their lunch as they gossiped with their friends. However, their eyes would land from time to time on Draven as they felt satisfied watching his facial expression irked.

They heard his warning and could not help but giggle to themselves. He is finally infuriated, they thought as they sneered at their hearts. They turned their gaze to the young man who was threatened as he was taken aback before he erupted in rage. It did not long before he made a throwing form as though he placed all the strength on his shoulder to throw the weightless object as hard as he could.

Draven ignored him but was constantly sneering at his heart. This guy did not know how to keep his life intact. Draven was clenching his fist ready to beat the guy out of his face. However, he realized he was being observed and recorded by his classmate's phone, so he could not openly become a violent person.

The crumbled paper finally left the hand of the person who threw it with his full strength. Draven was currently facing his face on his desk as though he was asleep. Both of his limbs entangled so that his head would not rest on the hard material of his seat. Meanwhile, before everyone could recognize Draven moved.

The crumbled paper, supposed to collide with Draven's hair, was astonishingly halted by something. It was Draven's hand which was supposed to be below his head. Everyone's mind turned blank as they could not comprehend what had happened.

'Does he have eyes on his hair?'

They silently wondered as they watched Draven's finger move. It was then the crumbled paper suddenly disappeared while Draven's finger extended in the direction of the paper-tosser.

The latter had been startled and was stunned by Draven's countermove. Hence, he did not notice a paper that flew two or three times the speed at which he threw it. Before he could think further, he found his vision turned blank, and he fainted with a reddened mark forehead. Everyone in the class gasped in shock at the sudden turn of events.

Draven's head did not move as though he was sleeping. Everyone thought he must have been sleepwalking or related to that disorder, but they immediately dismissed those thoughts when they heard Draven's triumph snickered.

"Heh."

They felt Draven's snicker directed toward them, and they immediately flew into a rage. They simultaneously ripped a piece of paper from their notebook before crumbling it into a ball shape, as they were about to throw it at the same time. The door that had been closed opened.

They turned their head and heard the voice of someone sobbing. They were stunned as they knew from the voice it belonged. It was none other than Isabella, whose mind kept replaying the scene where Frank's discussion with her. She knew Frank destroyed the master-disciple relationship he had together with Isabella.

Isabella was disheartened even though she knew it was an inevitable outcome. It would inevitably be reached that point, but she could not stop her heart from overflowing with sad emotions.

When she entered the Classroom, which was tranquil and quiet, she reached for her seat, which was at the center front chair, indicating how special she was in the Classroom. Everyone heard her sobbing while trying to wipe the tears crawling out her eyelids with her hands. They wanted to console her, but no one moved.

Hence, they could only wonder who the reason for her sadness was when they suddenly reached a conclusion about the rumor. Draven felt a foreboding feeling rising in his heart, and he moved his head upwards and met a lot of gazes with red blood eyes threatening to shred him into pieces. He was taken aback by his classmate's sudden hostility towards him when his eyes landed on Isabella.

He was stunned, for he had only realized Isabella entered the classroom since his mind was occupied by tomorrow's trial of his Path. Draven came early to the classroom despite they were currently on a lunch break, for he wanted to confront Isabella regarding the rumor. Did she start it? Or was she aware of it?

As he wondered, his body moved before he could decide. He saw Isabella was weeping with tears on his face, but the natural beauty she had, did not strain it by her tears in the slightest. It only made the boys want to have her in their arms as they consoled her with glee.

However, Draven, who witnessed the out-of-the-world beauty of the Goddess Selena, was not moved, unlike the other boys in his class. On contrary, his standard reached that he could only judge Selena's looks by average in his eyes.

"Hey, Isabella," called out Draven. "Are you aware of the rumor currently spreading in the school right now?"

Isabella, who had been non-stop crying was frustrated when his classmate walked near him. At first, she did not mind if they wanted to console her, but to think the man casually called her and asked her out of the related topic? It made her enraged, as he gazed at Draven with teary eyes filled with hatred and cold.

"Who are you? I don't know you! And what's about this rumor you are talking about? Stop talking nonsense before I will cut your head out of your body!"

Draven frowned at Isabella's condescending tone as though she was naturally speaking like he was some ant. Draven, however, was filled with relief that Isabella might appear ignorant about the rumor, so he ignored it.

"Who spreads that rumor, then? And why are you talking like you are some goddamn Goddess? Your beauty was even below average!"