Two Heads In One Class.

THE NEXT MORNING.

SPADES CLASS 1.

The classroom was like any other; no shiny glass floors or professional touches — it was just square and standard enough to entertain learning.

It was as rowdy and noisy as any other class, it seems it wasn't the academy that made their tuned reputation, but the caliber of students themselves.

But this class was especially hitting the high notes, being the least favourite class of all. The students of Spades 1 had already formed mild cliques and were fully engaged in group talks and gossip.

All had the same main topic of their whispered discussions: Dark and Abbot.

In the corner of the wild and dismayed class was Dark, who sat next to the window all the way at the back with Shade beside him; all the immediate seats around them were empty as their occupants had ventured into one group or the other.

Dark looked out the window at the calm and quiet multipurpose field, lost in thoughts or at least trying to be, so he could pay deaf ears to the leaking conversations and prying gazes.

"It looks like none of the elites have been assigned to this class along with us," Shade turned his head away from the magazine he possessed, effectively scanning the area.

"No," Dark said as Shade turned to him.

Dark didn't bother to scan the room, he was sure about his conclusion he relayed to Shade;

"They just haven't arrived yet."

Almost immediately, the chattering and noise of the class instantly died down drastically, and Dark knew someone important was coming. He looked away from the window and stared patiently at the door.

Emerging footsteps, sharp and confident, broke the cold silence, and nearly all the Spades 1 students gathered around it, sealing off Dark and Shade's view.

Dark scanned the crowd, looking for even a shred of distinction, maybe then he would be able to recognise the elite that was assigned with him, but the clustered bodies made his goal seem out of reach.

Shade sighed, resting the magazine on his locker, "Let's just hope it's one of those who haven't devoted this semester to destroying you,"

The crowd slowly parted as Dark and Shade both glanced anxiously, awaiting the disclosure of the elite's identity.

The crowd, within seconds had totally cleared, revealing a surely intimidating teen, massively built and tanned with a silver dyed ball cut. He didn't smile, but wasn't hostile either.

Dark's brows shot upwards, "Who's that?"

"Oh shit," Shade cursed under his breath.

From behind the praised student emerged a more familiar face from the middle of the little crowd, a face Dark had registered.

"Tiger, hmm." Dark hummed.

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Tiger walked elegantly, with a grand smile also very visible.

"Hmm— we seem to be lucky," Shade smirked, reopening his magazine.

"Luck has nothing to do with it." Dark's fleeting words instantly drew Shade's attention again.

Tiger is a world-renowned tournament champion, an elite, and his right-hand man doesn't seem regular either, that means we currently have four lead heads in this class, including myself.

Dark kept on staring at the elite who was busy waving at the other students with a grand and warm smile, as though he was in a parade.

For the administration to put him here— the supposed strongest of the elites, in the presumed worst class, then they must really want me silenced. No one likes an anomaly in a working system. Dark thought rapidly, looking out the window again.

The students reformed their clicks, but with a different central topic: How surprising Tiger's friendly and calm nature was, it was almost too good to be true!

Dark, on the other hand, didn't mind; he was even thrilled.

Tiger then changed his foot pattern, he confidently walked over to Dark and Shade as his vice trailed behind.

In seconds, the elite stood before Dark's locker, standing still with his overbearing smile, but Dark didn't even spare him a glance as his gaze at the field persisted.

A light and faint chuckle escaped Tiger's pressed lips, as he tucked his left hand into his trouser pocket.

"Dark Silver —" the silver-haired student behind Tiger suddenly voiced,

"—Tiger is delighted to finally meet you in person," he said with a sharp, professional tone.

He stretched his hand over to Dark for a shake but didn't even get as much as a moved muscle from the rebel, his hand was suspended.

Shade quickly dropped his magazine.

"And Dark is very, very pleased to meet him too,"

He locked hands with the silver head, showcasing an innocent smile too.

"I guess we both have ego-eating presidents," The silver head remarked, disengaging the handshake

"You must know who I am." Tiger finally used his own voice, his smile still dominant.

"The same applies to you, seeing as you were the one who approached me," Dark finally turned to the elite, indifference written all over his face.

Tiger tilted his head a little, "It'll be a lie to say I don't, you've made quite the impression in just a day, astonishing."

"I'm sure you didn't come over here just to say that,"

"Of course I didn't," Tiger's reply was so quick.

"I just wanted to say... stay cool around me, and we might just end up as good friends. I'm not asking for too much am I?" Tiger's smile was still very much taped on his face, and unlike Ds he seemed to really mean what he said.

He may be plainly honest, as unbelievable as it seems, but I'm sure he's also trying to show the whole class that he's in control. Right now he might be — but he doesn't need to know that.

Dark quickly darted his eyes to the staring students, who did a very poor job of hiding their interest in the conversation by the way.

He stared out the window once more, in total silence. Tiger straightened his head, his smile still latched on. It looked as though he was somewhat satisfied with Dark's response, or rather lack of response.

He slowly turned away, believing he had made things clear enough.

"You're going to become a group president too right?" Dark started,

Tiger turned back, haltingly.

"Then there's plenty of time to decide who's best," Dark almost whispered, still gazing out the window.

Tiger glanced at him for a moment, before laughing softly, his shoulders vibrating as he eased himself.

His face glowed,

"Now I really hope that we become friends, it wouldn't hurt to have someone as stubborn as you on my side."

The class door swung open, giving way for a suited lady, giving off a very strict and sharp vibe. She got up to the teacher's table, which was on a slightly higher platform than the rest of the class. She did this without saying a single word, and the whole class stared at her in curiosity.

She had on a pale purple suit, her hair was black, long, and smooth like a typical teacher, with her glasses perfectly fixed over her eyes.

Her posture was perfect, entailing great discipline and understanding. A model teacher...

"My apex name is Bory, you'll call me Miss Bory. I'm your homeroom teacher."

"Settle down or I'll kill you." She relayed in a cold and heartless manner, the whole class blinked rapidly, their lips slightly parted and face frozen for a beat.

Maybe not so understanding after all, just raw discipline.