The morning in Class XII-D felt longer than a triple period of Calculus.
For Zane, at least.
He sat in his usual spot by the window, his leg bouncing slightly, restlessly. His gaze was fixed outside. He just sat there, looking normal, but it was enough to make the class tense.
Zane Leinster, who was very allergic to sitting in class for long periods of time and was known as a student who arrived right when the bell rang, was now the first student to occupy the end of the classroom.
It was no surprise that students who usually arrived early had to wait for their friends outside to avoid the cold, dark aura that emanated from the boy's gaze.
Zane didn't care. He sat quietly and, for the first time, brought his bag with him to carry his precious lunch box, which had been making him restless all morning.
