Thankfully I'm one of the first students in the room. The teacher looks up from her desk, smiling over at me. "Ah, Miss Lee! Please take a seat anywhere, class doesn't start for another five minutes."

I nod as I head towards the back, taking the corner seat closest to the door. This way I'm not the center of attention like I would be at the front, but I also limit how many people can sit next to me and can make a swift exit. I place my bag on the floor beside me and rest my head against my hand, watching the minutes tick by ever so slowly.

I don't pay any attention to the students filing in, even though I feel their stares on me. A minute until class starts I hear the chair beside me move as someone sits down. I mentally sigh, hoping that I won't have to interact with them for the class, or preferably the entire course.

I notice the other student's eyes on them, as well as on me. So I bare my fangs at them, snarling and managing to scare most of them into looking away. 

Another perk for being a descendant of Gaia? I can shape shift into any animal I'd like, or change some of my features to match. Due to this power, I was actually born with retractable fangs, though I've only used them for self defense reasons and to scare others away from me.

I feel a tap on my shoulder, and turn my head towards the source.

It's the guy from yesterday. I look at him in shock, not expecting him to be the one to sit beside me. He gives me a small smile, reminding me of a rabbit in a way. 

"Hey," The man starts, holding out his hand for me to shake. I take it reluctantly, vaguely reminded of my encounter with that one guy earlier.

"I uh, this may sound weird, but you remind me of an old friend I had in high school," He says after our little handshake. "I know that sounds a bit hard to believe.. but she was descended from a primordial goddess, and you just look so much like her."

I look at him in disbelief. Either he is lying and did his research on me, or he genuinely knows me. Normally I'd say the former, but I feel a sort of recognition with him as well as I take in the rest of his facial features.

"Well, you remind me of an old friend too," I reply honestly. I feel it can't hurt to admit this little detail, in case he is who I think he may be. "I don't remember his name too well, Jin..kook? descended from Erato." 

His eyes seem to light up with my response. "I knew it! It's Jungkook, but yeah that's me!" He says excitedly, but keeping his voice low. "I remember you were crying on the last day, since you had to go to that fancy prep school instead of here with me."

I roll my eyes, and memories come flooding back. God I was so emotional back then, I cant believe I had forgotten. "Yeah well, those days have passed. I was soft then, and people change." I reply as the bell rings to start class. I notice he doesn't move his eyes off of me, smiling happily.

"Alright everyone," the teacher calls from the front of the class. "As you all know, we have a new transfer student. Would you like to introduce yourself?" She asks, gesturing to me. 

"No thanks," I reply, resting my chin upon my hand. She looks at me in surprise, not expecting that kind of answer. 

"Why not, I'm sure the rest of the class would love to get to know you?" She prompts, but I shake my head again. 

"Then they can figure it out on their own. I'd have to politely decline the whole self introduction thing," I say coldly. Jungkook looks over at me in surprise.

Well, I did tell him that people change.

"A-alright..." the teacher stammers, collecting herself a bit. "Anyways, class today we will start simple. We are going to sketch the person beside you, and at the end of the period I will come around to see the end result."

"Every time we have a project, the best pieces will be hung up on the walls of the school. Unless you'd like to keep them of course. Supplies are at the back of the class, you have fifty minutes." She finishes, heading back to her desk.

I mentally sigh as I prepare for the next few minutes. As I expected, many students rushed over to me, asking me what supplies I'd like, what paper I want to use, etc. I groan as a bunch of supplies are practically thrown at me, with expectant faces hoping for praise. 

"Don't you guys have your own projects? We are on a timer," I scold, and the students disperse with frowns, probably upset that I didn't fawn at the gestures. 

I look over at Jungkook, who smiles sweetly to me. "Aren't you one of the highest people here?" I ask, a bit confused. "Shouldn't they be fawning over you?"

He shrugs, picking up a pencil. "Well, I'm not the only one. I'm a part of a group of seven, so you could say they fawn over all of us. But since you arrived, they will be more focused on winning you over for status."

Of course. Everything comes down to status. "If you ask me, the whole status thing is a waste of time," I say, turning my chair to face him.

I take my pencil in my hand, studying his face a bit for the sketch. I can't help but smile, on the inside of course, at the fact that I met an old friend.

Maybe having this one friend won't hurt.

"So are you on the side of the rebels?" He asks, raising a brow as he gets his own sketchpad. Of course he's going to talk politics. Why am I not surprised?

"No, I'm neutral. I can't back people whose cause doesn't justify their actions," I explain, remembering what one had done to my home. "If they were more humane, maybe I would. But they're doing things in an awful way."

Jungkook nods in understand. "I see what you mean. My friends and I are more neutral too, but we try to help who we can. Just those who can't really defend themselves you know?"

"So like the normies?" I ask as I start sketching out the general shape of his face.

"Well, them and those who need it, like lesser descendants," He explains. The scratch of pencils seem to disappear as we continue in our conversation, and before I know it I had finished my piece. Just in time too, since it was the last ten minutes of class. 

"Alright everyone! Pencils down!" The teacher calls from the front of the room, and everyone's attention turns to her. She begins walking by the rows, starting with the front. Of course this means I'd end up last. The teacher raises a few sketches for everyone to see before heading over to us.

She looks over and Jungkook and smiles brightly. "Well done, Jungkook! Though I don't expect anything less from a muse," she says, holding his sketch up for the class.

Honestly he got me pretty spot on. He had drawn me with a Starbucks cup in my hand. I personally hate coffee, but he did really well. I can't imagine that the person he drew was really me.

"Do you see how instead of drawing her right now as she is, he decided to go for a casual setting? He captured her essence perfectly! Well done!" She praises, and he smiles over at me as she makes her way to my own drawing. 

Personally I don't think mine is that good. I had decided to go for a portrait as well, but I went for a different approach. 

The teacher gawks at my drawing, and so does Jungkook once he sees it. "This is beautiful," she says softly, and I shrug in response. She holds it up for the class to see.

"Look at how detailed this is... the shading, it looks so realistic. These two are the best pieces of the class today. Those that I've held up for the rest of the class will be hung in the hall, unless you object to it. If so, we can make a copy for you to have hung and keep the original if you'd like," the teacher suggests as the bell rings. 

I request to keep the original, but I honestly don't mind if a copy is made. Jungkook asks for the same, to which the teacher agrees. I stand up and throw my bag over my shoulder, turning to head for the door. 

"Hey, wait for me!" Jungkook calls, hurrying to catch up to me. I raise a brow at him as other students stare at us. "What's your next class?"

Good question, I mentally tell myself as I pull my schedule out of my bag. "Creative writing." I reply, putting it back in my pocket. 

"Ah! My friend Namjoon is also in that class! I'll text him to look out for you," He says. 

"Jungkook that really isn't necessary-" I start, but he doesn't seem to hear me as he is already typing away at his phone. I sigh as he beams over at me, grinning like an idiot. 

"May I please walk you to your class?" He asks, skipping around excitedly. I narrow my eyes at him, a little peeved. Does he not realize all the stares we are getting?

"Jungkook... It's great to see you and all, but I don't want people to think they can just come up to me and get up in my face.." I start, though I kind of feel bad for what I'm trying to say.

It's not that I mind his company, since he IS an old friend, but I can't help being a bit anti social. "I don't mind you and all, or meeting your friend. But most of the time I don't like being super social." 

He looks at me in confusion. "But you loved making friends in high school," he says in a soft tone, putting his phone away. 

"Like I said earlier, people change. Again I don't mind meeting your friends at all, but I'm only making this exception because you're an old friend.."

Jungkook smiles sadly, resting his hand on my shoulder. "I understand, no worries. How about I just introduce you to the other muses? You can come sit with us at lunch, which would fill the last spot at our table. That way you don't have to worry about anyone else coming up and trying to suck up to you or something?"

I sigh, reluctant to agree. "Alright, but that's it. I don't really need more friends.." I say, then I remember the man from this morning. "But I do have a question. Do you happen to know a Kim Seokjin?"

Jungkook smiles brightly. "Yeah! That's one of our group. All of us muses are a part of one group known as BTS. Why, do you know him?"

"Not really, I just happened to run into him this morning," I tell him, shrugging. "Just came out of nowhere, didn't leave the best impression."

Jungkook nods. "Well, I'll tell the guys about lunch so at least no one is surprised when you arrive." He says before grinning. "Anyways, we are here."

I look up and realize we already arrived at my creative writing class. "Wait, what class do you have?" I ask, a bit confused. 

"Literature. You know, because of the whole muses thing." he says. "Can I have your number? So we can keep in contact I mean."

Well, I don't see why not. Seeing I might be hanging around him more I pull out my phone, handing it to him as we swap devices. I enter my number and put myself as CoffeeLee, referencing the painting he had done earlier in art. 

He returns my phone and we both wave our goodbyes as I enter my class, again a bit early. I take my seat in the same area as I did in art, and check my contacts for his number.

I smile to myself, finding his name and changing the nickname to Bunny Boy before I mentally prepare myself to encounter his friend.

Author's note: Throughout this story I will be posting art and pictures, this is a disclaimer saying that unless specified otherwise I do NOT own any art used in this series, these images go to their respective artists.