Chapter 7: Class

The ringing of the bell quickly decended onto the class like a morning dew on a summers eve. All of the students grew silent as the door slid open, I had little care in the whole ordeal so I didn't raise my head. I heard the tapping of shoes enter the room and the door close, the class made some noise as a masculine voice spoke over us,

"Students, as you have all heard there is a new student joining the school today. Unfortunately for him he had a run in with the headmaster's daughter, Nat and had a skirmish with her. Now I know you've all either seen the video or heard that he won but he got lucky. Let me assure you that this kid is no fighter nor does he want to fight. If you meet this kid please leave him alone, he feels bad enough for hurting a girl. Now let me take role" He sat down and began to call names then finished. I was drifting off as he spoke up,

"I miss anyone?" A kid next to me began to jack with me and poke me, being agitating and annoying before someone spoke up.

"Um Mr.Z the kid in the back of the class wasn't called..." I heard a grunt come from the man as he called to the back of the room,

"Kid I think you're in the wrong class, this is C-6" I groan and pick my head up and look at the class before walking to the chalk board and writing 'Colton Stragga' on the board. Everyone was confused including the teacher. They stared at me with weird looks and wide eyes. I took a breath and smile,

"Hello! My name is Colton Stragga, I'm new here at Weeping Willow and am happy to be here!" The class just stared at me as I awkwardly stood at the front of the class, the teacher quickly approached me. He seemed to be a middle aged man around early twenties, He had soft brown hair that looked like he just rolled out of bed and he smelled like a brewery. He moved closer to me and smiled,

"Welcome to class C-6 and sorry about your unfortunate encounter this morning, I promise that Nat is a good person but I think she wanted to test you. Congrats by the way!" The class clapped before pointing their wristbands at me and pulling up the stats screen, each reading as

Name:Colton Stragga

Class: Not a fighter

Classroom:C-6

Title:Innocent Wimp

Stats: all zeros

Techniques:None

Wins: 1

Loses:0

They all groaned, seeing this. I hoped this proved that I wasn't a fighter but others kept trying. Mr.Z told me to go to my seat and the rest of the class settled down. I caught looks of disgust from my new classmates, well there goes being popular. The class quickly turned their attention to Mr.Z who began a lesson, a boring topic that I've already been force taught. I sighed and laid my head down and peered out the window, paying no attention to anyone nor the lesson. The lessons switched after an hour to math, once more I ignored the teacher and the class. Thirty minutes into the lesson Mr.Z checked his wristband and smiled,

"Students, grab your Gym clothes, its your guys turn to spar!" The class then gained some energy as people rushed to grab their things and head to the gym. I grabbed my spare set of clothes and headed for the door but was quickly stopped by Mr.Z.

"Tell me Colton, how did you manage to have enough speed to carry out that reverse and normal roundhouse? No matter what fighting style you use you would have to have a master's self control and have trained yourself to fight, so tell me, why put up this charade of being a pacifist? Why not just show off your true skill? You could make it to at most third king with your skill and be loved by the school but you'd rather just waste away your talent and be hated. What are you gonna do when you get challenged by your classmates and they don't spare you any mercy? Will you let them beat your ass or will you stand up and fight?" Those words, god words from a normal person make me laugh. I begin to chuckle and don't even bother to look back at him,

"That's funny, that you're coming at me like this. I mean really sir, you have no idea what happened to his past but I'll tell you one thing. I Colton Stragga don't fight, I wasn't made to fight. I was made to live a normal life" I rolled the door open and walked towards the gym. As I slipped into the men's locker room I quickly found a place away from the rest of the guys and set my things down. I let out a groan as I took off my shirt and looked at my two injuries, my broken collar bone and the reopened wound on my side. The bleeding on my side is gone as its just the wound where my collar bone is a bluish grey color. I take out some bandages and wrap my side and collar bone (Sides and shoulder) I change my uniform pants into a pair of black shorts and throw a white wife beater (tank top) on before heading into the gym. When they said gym I was thinking basketball courts and stuff but what I was met with where fighting rings, punching bags, speed bags, etc. I sigh as at this point it is expected of this school. I disappear from my classmates and find a quiet place to get lost in thought as I quickly begin to do push ups. I care not to count but suddenly my wristband goes off and shines. I look down at it as it read 'pushups, most done in one go-1658' I could careless at someone else's achievement as I continue to do them. I begin to maul over the events of today, waking up late, getting thrown down the stairs, reopening of my wound and getting into that fight with Nat. All this, it's strange as if someone is writing out my life and purposely throwing these obstacles in my path. I sigh and think of Ivan, me and my past life, the sins I've committed against others. That was then, this is now I shouldn't care and should put my past in the past. Suddenly a loud buzzer goes off and snaps me out of my thought, my body willing to my control once more. I look down at the wristband and am taken aback by what I saw, 2286, the wristband then popped up a congratulations and then everyone's wristbands when off as well as a announcement

"Everyone give Colton Stragga a hand for topping the push-up leaderboard with 2286 pushups!" A twinge of anger rushed through me as I quickly pushed it aside as I walk into the locker room and grab a private shower. I let the cool water wash over my sweat soaked body before getting out and drying off, not ready to deal with my class. As I get into my clothes and walk back to class I'm stopped by some girls,

"Hey handsome, you wouldn't happen to be Colton would you?" I slowly nod and look at them inquisitively,

"So like do you mind if we touch your muscles?"

"Sure let me ju- wait. Touch my muscles?!"