Say hi!

"Ben!" You beam up at him. "Since when are you teaching here? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I- did. You helped me pack." The rest of the class seems to take an interest in the fact that you two already know each other. Even Miranda! "Why are you so late? I was beginning to think you'd already dropped out."

Delilah chuckles. Meanly.

"So you'd be Lexi, then?" Ben shifts back into teacher mode. Lexi gives a firm nod, smiling widely. "Oh. I get it. You two were...." Ben trails off. "Well, for the sake of both of you, I'll summarise what I already told your classmates. In this class, we'll go over information about Monsters. Anatomy, weak points, what works and what doesn't, what attracts them, everything that you need to know."

Ben walks to the right side of his desk with his hands behind his back as he talks. Geez! You've never seen him this serious. He takes to teaching really well!

On the right side of his desk stands an easel, presumably with a painting underneath, covered with a blue tarp. When he reaches it, he places one hand atop it. "I very much doubt if any of you even know what a monster looks like. I'm sure you've all heard stories, but stories aren't worth anything once you get out there." He's so cool. "How about I show you all what you're going to be up against, and we see who still has the guts to stick around!"

In a swift, sweeping motion, Ben dramatically tugs the blue tarp up and over the portrait. It flutters through the air, flies across the room, and lands softly on the other side of his desk. With it gone, you can see the painting and- and it's you. Naked.

WHAAAT??!?!

You immediately bury your red face in your hands and try to hide in the top of your desk. What's going on?!? Ben smiles as he surveys the confused expressions of the class -- Delilah's jaw hits her desk, Miranda's staring at you wide-eyed from your left side, Lexi whistles, and chucks some paper that she's been scrunching up at the back of your buried head, Cameron quickly turns his head and stares off at the wall next to him, and Jace- actually doesn't seem to react. Your face is burning up!

"I see you're all as shocked as I expected." Ben smiles, turning to the painting. "Even students here don't expec-"

Ben stops as he looks at the painting. Everything goes silent for two years, probably. Ben's eye bulge out of his skull and his lips quiver.

"A-ah!" He suddenly springs into action, standing in front of the painting to try to block it with his narrow torso, looking over at the blue tarp so far away on the other side of his desk, as if it was to blame for all of this. "W-wrong painting! I- I'm sorry, I actually prepared a long time for this class, I must've just-- erm!"

Grabbing the easel by either side, Ben lifts and turns it, so that it's facing the back wall, before sprinting over to the blue tarp and throwing it back over the painting. "S-sorry! I- oh, man, I'm really sorry class." Sweat droplets form all over his face. "Y-you can take this class as a study period! Jus- just don't do anything against the rules. Leave the classroom please!! N-next class I'll be- ready...."

You stay as you are, staring down into your desk, burning with shame. And you'll do this until the whole class has left! Y-you can't face them now....

Everybody starts packing up. Some of them seem to be taking their time about it.... Delilah leaves with Jace, hugging his arm tightly. On her way past, she hisses in your ear "Just what do you think you're trying to pull here? I'll show you..."

You sneak up a sideways glance, to make sure she's really leaving- Jace's pants draw your attention. O-oh come on!! You shove your face back into your desk. Lexi gives the back of your head a few sympathetic pats on her way out. On his way out, Cameron walks around the entire room staring exclusively at the walls, as if at risk of seeing naked bodies should he be too careless with his eyes. Miranda leaves last, quite a bit after everyone else. You can feel her eyes on the side of your head. She just keeps staring at you....

Eventually, she's gone too, and you slowly sit upright to put all of your stuff (including the textbook) into your bag. Without thinking, you put the scrunched up paper in too, but you can't make yourself care enough to take it out. M-maybe you actually should have skipped this class....

Moving slowly, upsettedly, you rise up and turn to the doorway with your eyes locked on your toes.

"H-hey, Debbie, I'm really sor-"

SLAM! You slide the door closed hard behind you. Some first day this is turning out to be! You finally go to your dream school, and now you're too embarrassed to face anyone that'll be in your class for the next three years.... and at least one of them touched themself! Maybe you're not cut out for this Warrior stuff....