>>>Hey guys this chapter is a bit different from the others, it'll be told be both Mason and Jaclyn. This is my first time doing two POV's in one chapter so please let me know if you spot any errors. Enjoy!! <<<

>>>Mason's POV<<<

The first class wasn't as eventful as Mason had wished it would be, though there were a few bumps when he was introduced. His first class was called: Advanced Enchanting. Which he shared with Tobias, Ember, Jaclyn, and her rotten brother Jack.

"Attention, class!" The instructor had the aptitude of a drill sergeant, he demanded the classrooms attention so well Mason was surprised none of them had whiplash from whipping their necks to the front of the room so fast.

When he'd caught Mason just outside of the classroom he had introduced himself as Instructor Cremlin, a slightly intimidating name for an overly intimidating man. The man shattered all the simple stereotypes Mason had expected of a wizard.

Instructor Cremlin was a golem of solid muscle with a tuff of blonde hair on the top of his head and scrutinizing blue eyes. "I'd like to introduce a new transfer student." Cremlin placed a meaty hand onto Mason's shoulder and smiled what he must've thought was a reassuring smile, but was more close to creepy. "Tell us your name and what magical family you belong to. Go on lad."

"H-Hello, my name is Mason Spears and I'm a werewolf, so... yea." Mason's eyes trailed towards Jaclyn but she turned away, ignoring his existence.

At this, a low murmur of whispers began to whip through the class; apparently werewolves were not all the common to attend such a prestigious school such as Roxelt's. Then suddenly a hand shot up, silencing the onslaught of whispers.

"Yes, young master Dinkle?"

"So does that mean that you are part of the dog family then?" Jack said his face a perfect image of innocence.

The class exploded into a fit of laughter, even Instructor Cremlin was cracking a smile with his nearly non-existent lips. The only ones not laughing were Tobias, who just rubbed his forehead as if a sudden headache had struck him. Ember had her head down and was more than likely sleeping, and then there was Jaclyn who rolled her eyes and focused on the notebook splayed out on her desk.

Usually Mason was able to keep his cool in situations like this; it certainly wasn't his first time experiencing bullying. But once he looked at Jacks annoying face as he laughed, rage boiled in his gut.

"Wanna say that to my face, Ken Doll?" Mason said through gritted teeth.

"Ken Doll! Hahaha!" Instructor Cremlin lost all his composure, bending at the waist. "I knew there was something familiar about you Dinkle, Ha-ha!"

The shades of red Jack's face turned into gave Mason a sense of joy he'd never felt before. Is this how it feels to beat a bully at his own game? Mason thought to himself. A guy could get addicted to this kind of feeling. The air in the room had clearly shifted as members of Jack crowd even began to chuckle lightly. Enjoy your throne while you can Jack, if you want to mess with me it's going to be one heck of a humbling experience.

Jack rose from his desk as if he was going to actually lunge at Mason, but it was all bravado. Mason gave him a mocking grin as he passed him to sit by Tobias at the far corner of the class. He spared a sideways glance in Jaclyn's direction, but her attention seemed glued on the notebook in front of her.

Her silver hair provided a slightly parted curtain over her delicate face, crisp blue eyes focused in on whatever she was writing. A slight wrinkle appeared between her brows as she began to erase something on the page, her eyes shifted over in his direction. Quick, look away! Part of his mind screamed at him, but he couldn't. Her eyes seemed to suck him in, like tiny whirlpools of the purest of spring water that led to an abyss of unimaginable detail. Mason was more than willing to dive head first into that abyss, then maybe he'd be closer to the girl trapped far below.

Jaclyn's lips twitched slightly as she too seemed to see something within his eyes, then with a sudden jerk of her neck she focused back on the paper in front of her, her expression blank. What could she have seen? Mason began to think as a wad of paper bounced off the side of his head.

"Who the fu-"

"Class is in session!" Cremlin snapped. "There will be no more interruptions, is that understood Mr. Spears?"

"Yes sir." Mason said which was followed by snickering from Jacks side of the room. What a freaking assh- Mason let out a sudden gasp.

A little figure made out of paper flipped onto his desk, the little guy was about the height of Mason's thumb. It walked around in a circle in the center of his desk then looked up and him and waved, then it fell on its back and began to unfold. Mason's eyes were so wide that it was only a matter of time till they flopped out of their sockets.

Once completely unfolded, a message written in blue ink was displayed before him.

STOP DRAWING ATTENTION TO YOURSELF, MORON. - T

Mason whipped his face towards Tobias, who just looked to the front of the class, a bored expression on his face. Completely oblivious to Mason's face being twisted into pure astonishment. Mason's ears perked slightly as he heard a gentle giggle, he glanced over to see Jaclyn with a small hand to her mouth as she failed to stifle her angelic laughter, it made his heart melt.

Mason wrote a reply on the paper.

SORRY. HEY, DO YOU THINK I SHOULD TRY TO TALK TO JACLYN AFTER CLASS? BTW, YOU GOTTA SHOW ME HOW TO DO THIS!! - M

Once he was done writing, the paper began to crumple up again until it resembled the form of the little paper guy. The paper guy waved Mason goodbye then leaped off his desk and onto the ground, the little guy was as agile as a gymnast as it flipped to the side of Tobias's desk and shimmied its way up onto the surface of his desk. Tobias glanced down at the paper once the little guy had unfolded, almost instantly his face scrunched up into disgust. He looked over to Mason and shook his head feverishly.

Mason suppressed the urge to laugh and fanned his hand at Tobias and the boys' sudden need to impersonate a spinning top. Why was he overacting so much? He turned his head slightly towards Jaclyn, she'd been looking at him as well and once their eye met her cheeks reddened and she looked away sheepishly. What's the worst thing that could happen?

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>>> Jaclyn's POV<<<

There he was again, that damn boy who couldn't understand when to back down. Jaclyn had to turn her eyes away as he walked into the classroom, she could feel his eyes on her and her chest began to ache. She had been plague with thinking about him ever since gazing at him at the academies market, he was handsome but not like the other boys at the academy.

No, he had a rough charm to his sharp chin, those broad shoulders, and the black ponytail draped over his shoulder. The urge to run her fingers through his hair was almost overwhelming and his intense hazel eyes drew her in like a black hole.

And what was that strange pulsing feeling she felt? Even now she could feel it, pulling her eyes to him, pulling her entire body to him. Was this lust or possibly love? Get ahold of yourself! Her mind shouted at her. Love isn't in the Dinkle vocabulary!  And as dramatic as that may sound it was true, her family strongly believed in arranged marriages  for the use of political and social gain.

Her whole life she'd been a pawn for her family. While her brother was free to act out and mingle to a certain extent, Jaclyn was forever trapped in an invisible bubble. Her life completely planned out by her father, Lord Augusta Jr. Dinkle, had strict rules laid out for her.

"You will always act like a respectable lady." Her mother, Muriel Dinkle, would say.

"When you are of age, you'll marry in the Dullard family or perhaps one of the Thurbush boys. Their father would be a great ally on the Council." Her father says.

"B-but the Colin Dullard is older than me and the Thurbush boys are so cruel..."

"Jaclyn!" They'd both snap, looking down at her as if she'd just grown a third nostril.

"A delightful young lady is best to be seen not heard!" Her mother would bark. "And you are a delightful young lady, correct?"

"Yes ma'am." Jaclyn would bite her lip, silent wishing she could shrink away in nothing.

That's how most of the conversations would go between her and her parents, though sometimes the boys she's be instructed to one day would change. She was a pawn, a figurehead, a delightful and respectable young lady. Best to be seen not heard.

Her eyes drifted to the boy again, Mason, he had said his name was Mason and that he was a werewolf. She'd met only a few wolves before; there had been a few who worked on her families' estate as the help. A sturdy race for working; but pretty far down on the social rankings. Though Mason didn't seem to care, even now he still stood up to her brother, a feat that no one seemed capable of. He glanced over and caught her starring, his hazel eyes were intense but softened as he smiled at her. With that smile she felt herself tumble down into those hazel eyes, completely submerged in their warmth, a warmth she'd give herself willingly.

This sensation was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before, she yearned for more of it. A thought crossed through her mind, maybe she didn't need to follow her families strict rules. Perhaps she could actually live her own life the way she wanted to live it, no more rules, and be free from- Jaclyn shook her head, that sort of train of thought was dangerous. Was this some sort or strange side effect of these feelings she had for this boy? Making her rebellious?This boy is trouble, keep your distance. She could hear her mother's voice in her head; you are a delightful young lady, correct?

Jaclyn looked back to Mason; his face was an image of pure astonishment as he saw a paper doll walk onto his desk. She couldn't help but laugh at how amazed he was at such a simple enchantment, the paper doll was a easily mastered messenger enchantment that was taught to children and since technology wasn't allowed at the academy it was the only way to pass notes around during class.

The feelings of fear and confusion were quickly forgotten as other feelings began to take hold, feelings she had no way of explaining or understanding. Was it love or just out of whack teenage hormones? She considered if she should write a note to him as well, but what could she say? Mason looked over at her and gave her a grin that made her heart stumble; she had to look back down at her notebook with her cheeks nearly as red as her pencils eraser. This boy really is trouble, she thought to herself as a smile formed on her lips.