Chapter 388

SHAWN Chemistry class turned out to be the most normal part of my day, which was ironic considering I'd almost vaporized a hallway thirty minutes earlier. Professor Morrison was a middle-aged werewolf with graying hair and the kind of patient demeanor that suggested she'd seen everything high school could throw at her and remained unimpressed. She gave me a welcome-to-the-class nod when I entered, assigned me a lab station next to Chase, and launched into a lecture about chemical bonding that was actually interesting. I took notes, answered questions when called on, and tried to pretend I was a normal student having a normal first day. It almost worked. The problem was the stares. Every time I looked up from my notebook, I caught someone watching me. Some looks were curious, some suspicious, a few outright hostile. Word had apparently spread about the melted locker and the plasma radiation incident. Great. First day and I was already the weird kid with dangerous powers. "Ignore them,"