The Street Fighter Meets The Gang Leader
Chapter 1 — First Encounter with Him

-Dominic's POV-

I step into a quiet corridor.

Most of my days start like this one. It's not quiet because I'm alone, nor is it quiet because I meant for it to be. Instead, it's quiet because the crowds of people here have all stopped to stare at me. I'm not popular here; you could say that I stick out like a sore thumb, despite how dark and plain my clothing is. Maybe it's because I don't fit in anywhere else and everyone seems to notice.

But, if I'm being honest, I couldn't care less.

I carry on walking, my necklace bouncing gently on my chest as the bell rings, signalling my first class: science. I'd be lying if I said I was a straight A student-science itself was one of my least favourite subjects-but it was one of my first three lessons, so I went in.

I got to the seat, which had been left empty specifically for me, and sat down. It was far from everyone else, and there were seats left empty around me too. Again, I didn't necessarily choose this seat, but it was something me and the rest of the class had come to a silent agreement on during the first week, when I had made it obvious that I didn't want to talk to anyone. It was my nature to be alone here.

As I sat down and started drawing habitually in my book, the voices in the class lowered to murmurs. I didn't have people around me, so I couldn't hear what was going on unless I made an effort, so I lifted my gaze towards the front of the class, and the first thing I saw was a pair of grey eyes staring back at me. We held each other's gaze before breaking off at the same time. As he looked to his right, I mirrored him and looked to his left, watching four more guys follow this first

one.

A piece of paper was given to the teacher, who after reading it, smiled while nodding. "You five must be the new students I was told about!" She exclaimed more excitedly than necessary.

I sighed upon hearing this. It was inevitable that they would sit next to or near me now since those were the only seats available, but before they could come and sit down, the substitute teacher made them introduce themselves, which almost made me roll my eyes.

The last one to come in started, "Well, I'll go first! My name's Zack Winsky. I'm 17, and I like the colour blue!" Zack seemed like a cheerful and enthusiastic character with his dirty blond hair and bright blue eyes. His clothing was casual, no obvious effort was put in. He grinned at the end of his introduction, and the class seemed to warm up to him.

Next was a guy with dull green eyes and a smile that lacked effort. "Hey, I'm Jason Telix, and I'm also 17." Jason had jet-black hair and his clothing style was similar to Zack's except the colour pallet was darker. His physic could still be seen from under them. He was strong.

Two other guys went after him and introduced themselves as Blake and Jake Lucifer. Twins with opposite personalities. Blake seemed similar to me: laidback and calm with a slight murderous aura. Jake, on the other hand, seemed more like Zack: energetic. But one thing that was identical between them was the sleazy look in their eyes, making me want to roll my eyes again. Other girls in the class didn't seem to think what I did, though, and they were quick to fall for them. As my mind wondered, I felt someone watching me, so I turned to the last person, who had yet to introduce himself. He looked as if he cared more about his appearance, with a more modern and controlled feel to him. Beneath his shirt, I also spotted a tattoo crawling across his collar, but I was too far away to identify anything about what it looked like. What intrigued me the most, though, was his eyes, which were identical to mine. As grey as a rainy day's sky. "I'm Nickolas Sector." There were girls in the class who instantly fangirled over his strong British accent, but his eyes wouldn't leave mine, nor did mine falter from his. It almost turned into a contest, but after a moment we pulled apart again.

After that, the guys were told to take a seat, so they all walked towards me, but before they could get to their seats, a random person decided to shine an unpleasant spotlight on me. "Demonic sits there on her own though, doesn't she?" she asked, and everyone turned to face me. But before anything else was said, the teacher started her lesson.

I tried ignoring the three people behind me, along with the two in my row, but it was to no avail. Zack, who was sitting next to me, turned and started talking, "is Demonic really your name?" he asked. I turned slightly to face him and respectfully put my hood down.

"Sorry?"

Behind me, I heard one of the guys whisper to Nickolas, "Hey Nick, she has the same accent as you," but I ignored it.

Zack gave me a smirk and answered, "I mean, you look angelic to me, so why are they calling you demonic?" I guess I was supposed to be touched, but instead I couldn't help but smirk right back.

Planning your weekend reading? Ensure you're on 05s.org for uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just a click away, exclusively available on our site. Happy reading!

"It's not my name, but I wouldn't be called demonic if I didn't do something to deserve the title," I said and let my face go back to monotone before turning back to my drawing, which was starting to look like a bouquet of wilting flowers surrounding one plastic one, which stood out in the middle. There was nothing significant about it-I was probably going to throw the page away once this lesson had ended-but before I could, the drawing was snatched off of my table. Zack held it in his hands, whispering a 'woah' before nudging Blake, who was on his other side, to get him to look at it. I would have cared more-if I had even cared in the first place.

Time passed, the lesson ended, and the teacher left, giving the class the opportunity that they had been waiting for to come and swarm the new guys. I took this time to get the hell out. Fortunately, I was ignored as I packed up and was able to leave the room with little difficulty.

As I walked, I received a text from Xavier, which pulled me back to reality. I read the text informing me of tonight's fight schedule and replied with an 'I'll be there' before turning my phone off and getting ready to go. But before I could move further, someone stood in front of me, blocking me.

"Where do you think you're going?" I looked up at his face to see it held the same pair of grey eyes that had been sitting behind me in class.

"Far from where your business lies," I responded with a smirk before walking past him and out the door.