Miel waved as Plat disappeared from view. He looked over the room, and saw that he had forgotten to make his bed. He went over and made his bed, pulling the sheets until they were taught and laid over the pillow, after he fluffed up the pillow. He then looked to his dorm mate's unmade bed and made that bed, too, his OCD running a little more rampant than he would like. He looked at his Pokegear and it was almost seven. He could walk quickly to his next class. He memorized the room, too. 244-B. He walked his way through the halls, like he had been here before, but really it was all him memorizing his walk path this morning. In record time, he made it to his classroom, and went inside, seeing Dylan in the class with him. He smiled and sat next to him, happy to see someone he was familiar with.
He set his satchel on his lap, took out his notebook and pencil, opened the notebook up to a blank page, and then fished for his glasses. As he pulled them out and put them on, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around and saw quite a short, but stout looking female. Her hair was shaved on the sides, with fluff hanging down to her eyebrows, and her hair was blonde with some black hair coming up from the roots. He guessed that she bleached it. As a contrast to Miel's softer, more feminine looking features, this lady had rough, more masculine features on her face. He almost had mistaken her for a guy, until he started looking her over, playing the role of a male sizing up a man. She definitely wasn't a man, as she had a good sized pair on her chest. Although, if she had taken anything with testosterone, she'd immediately start growing facial hair. Miel almost smirked at that mental image, but wanted to keep his composure as to not provoke her. She had on a brick red tank top underneath a camo vest and dark blue shorts, and black combat boots. Compared to the nicer looking members of the class, she was the polar opposite, showing quite a bit of skin and not caring about her looks. It seemed she didn't spend the night at her dorm, either, as she had looked quite tired and probably spent her entire night partying at the carnival as her hair was disheveled and she had an exhausted look in her eye, like she's about to sleep sometime soon. Miel could tell this wasn't a girl to mess with, as her arms were quite muscular looking and her legs even more so. If her attire matched her personality, she'd be the mean one. Maybe a bully, even. Every school had to have one, right?
Although, there was something that Miel saw in her eyes, something he hadn't seen too often. He's only seen it in criminals when he was doing his criminal courses in high school, and they'd go up to the prisons and look at all the murderers and convicts there like Pokemon at a zoo. Most of those people had the same look that's in her eyes. He couldn't exactly remember what the word was at the moment, but he more than likely would find it in his book.
The lady and Miel had locked eyes as soon as Miel was probing her for her mentality, for her personality, without letting her say anything. Something about Miel had shaken the core of this lady, and she wasn't happy with it. She wasn't going to let some four-eyes ruin her day, as she was already tired and cranky from a late night of partying at the carnival. She quietly growled at him, enunciating every word, making them as sharp as a dagger would in sound: "Stop. Looking. At. Me. Four-Eyes."
Miel's muscles in his face twitched, almost showing his teeth like some wild Pokemon in a form of a snarl, obviously not taking kindly to being called names. He then caught notice of some dry electrical sparks coming from her side. He looked over and saw a Manectric. The yellow and blue canine looked at him with steely eyes full of malice and hatred. Her Pokemon even had the same personality as her. He guessed that this Manectric had been with her for quite some time, as most people would let out their most trusted Pokemon in a show that they have a Pokemon partner. His siblings did it all the time. His closest bond was with his Laplace and Kyukori, but he didn't want them out right now, for fear that her Manectric was going to hurt them.
He looked them over one last time, raising his icy cold exterior, his cold eyes watching them closely, memorizing every detail for later. He then slowly turned back around, noticing that his fist was clenched so hard that his nails had began to dig into his fleshy palm. He straightened out his fingers and saw that there were only indents, but the stinging in his palm was enough to cause him to visibly wince. He thanked Arceus that the lady was behind him, as he didn't want to show any kind of weakness. She'd be all over it like a pack of Houndoom at a carnivorous feast.
Meanwhile, the lady was having her own problems. Underneath her desk, she had been clenching her fists, too. She bored her eyes into the back of this man's head, seething hatred from her very soul. Her Pokemon caught on this, but her Manectric was usually the kind of Pokemon to calm her down to keep her from hurting anyone, but would usually help her when he deemed it safe to not get caught. She didn't notice the guy that was next to Miel, the one who he had come in here and sat next to him for. Sadly for him, the seat on the other side had been taken. She sighed softly to herself, not wanting to ruin her first day here. She looked around and saw that it was almost time for class. She looked up to the front and saw that they were taking notes. She closed her eyes and decided to work, pulling out a very ragged looking notebook, a pen, opening to one of the few empty pages that didn't have doodling, and put her name at the very top. It read: "Levina Brasche".
She crossed it out and replaced it with "Butch", instead. She liked that name better. It reminded her of her first victim in school. She shoved him into his locker and he called her a butch from within the safe, yet, constricting confines of his locker. She almost smiled at that memory, but joy couldn't exactly touch her soul. She couldn't exactly feel anything. Anger was the only emotion she could truly feel, but only when she felt threatened. The most she could feel toward someone was a feeling of closeness, almost like a friend or an acquaintance, or the feeling of annoyance toward someone. For example, she felt close toward her Pokemon, and treated them almost like a friend, but not recognizing that they were creatures of their own right, and so she used them as tools. With this guy in front of her, she felt quite annoyed at him at first, sitting in front of her good view. She had tapped his shoulder to tell him to move, but when he started to pry for information without even saying anything or doing anything besides staring intensely, she felt threatened that he could find out everything about her, and be potentially stronger than the almighty Butch, so she told him to back off.
Miel just sighed and looked at the board over his glasses. He couldn't exactly read it though, as his mind was elsewhere. He just stared at the board like some kind of Espurr fixated on something. He shook his head and looked at Dylan, raising an eyebrow. If Dylan wanted to talk to the lady, he shook his head at him, not wanting him to converse with the lady. His eyes practically read: "Dangerous."
