Mason finally found the classroom Principal Selena had chosen just for him. He took a deep and quiet breath, then stepped inside.
At once, the chatter, the noisy exchange within the class faded, and dozens of eyes turned toward the door. Their gazes met his, and one thing was for certain, they didn't want him here.
'What a lovely welcoming gaze.' He closed the doors behind him, then walked down the class to the empty seat in front.
"Hey." A tall guy with messy blond hair and a solid, muscular build stepped forward and stopped Mason.
He slammed his hand on the nearest table, with a loud thud. His shadow fell over Mason as he stared down at him, clearly trying to make a point by showing him how inferior he was.
"Judging by your looks." He waved his hand in front of his nose, as if brushing away a bad smell. "And the way you smell, you're from the lower sector. What the fuck is a peasant like you doing in the battle class?"
