Keep walking.

“No.” He replied firmly, before walking toward the door.

“Come back here you little shit!” She screamed as he walked out the door.

During second period he asked some of the other students about getting a tutor to help him get good grades. The consensus was that an outsider named Olga Whitemoore was one of the smartest students in the school, and that she could help him if he was brave enough to approach her.

Searching for her at lunch, he found the white haired lady he had seen in the halls when Seraphina had been giving him a short tour. She was sitting alone reading the giant tome she had with her, while snacking on some grapes.

“May I sit?” He asked.

“I thought you were friends with Seraphina?” She asked puzzled, looking up at him.

“I can't be both?” He asked, sitting down.

“Not according to her.” Olga smirked, going back to her book.

“So, I'm new to this school, I didn't do great in middle school, and I was hoping to change that. People say you're a really smart, and a good tutor.” Kross explained.

“Ah, so not friends, you just need me to help impress your dad with good grades.” She mocked him.

“My father's dead, I'm trying to impress my mother.” He replied, his face expressionless.

“Oh. Sucks loosing a parent.” She sighed. “Okay, you want to meet at the library tomorrow during lunch?”

“I don't like the library, it's,” Kross tried to think of an excuse. “creepy.”

“Really, I like it. It's quiet, and Metal's really neat. A little weird she's our principal and our head librarian, but I guess the old librarian died last year.” She replied thoughtfully.

“That happen a lot around here?” Kross frowned.

“It's the netherworld, **** isn't uncommon.” She shrugged.

“Fair enough. So lunch here, tomorrow?” He clarified.

“Sure.” She nodded.

“Hey would you do me a favor, I need to get some books, but the librarian keeps trying to get into my pants, think you can get some for me?”

“Why would you tell her no, she's fucking hot.” She blinked in surprise.

“Not my type.” He shrugged getting up to go.

“Oh.” She blinked confused. “Okay.”

Later that day after school ended, he was up in his room looking through his closet for something to wear, when his mother came in. “What are you up to sweetie?” She smiled, still dressed in what she had been wearing that morning.

“Looking at my barren closet.” He sighed.

“Hmm.” She glanced inside. “Ten pairs of identical pants, three pairs of shoes.” She smirked at him.

“And no shirts.” He sighed shutting the door.

“Why would you cover up that body.” She winked. “So where you off to?”

“One of the local bands is playing at a club called the Gold Lion. Thought I would go check it out.”

“Aw is my baby boy finally going to fuck someone his own age?” She teased gleefully.