Chapter 2 2

"Giving this poor soul yet another lecture? come on Angela cut the poor man some slack." a male voice said lightly

Angela and Christopher turned to look at the layed back voice. A tall muscular man with slicked back blonde hair strode up to them with his hands clasped behind his head. By all definitions... A pretty boy. Christopher himself was not bad looking but the way women mostly looked at him and Thomas was night and day. While Chris was fairly muscular himself he didn't have the bulging arms like Thomas and has Black shorter, messy spiked up hair and blue eyes. Not exactly an attention grabber compared to Thomas. Rich, Charismatic, and built like a stone wall.

"Thomas you shouldnt encourage him! Things like that are one of the biggest reasons that most of the school looks down upon him, his attitude towards other students and classes. How many times now have they tried to throw him out. If not for Lady Cassandra they would have already had their way and he would be gone already!"

"Attitude or not they would find an excuse to throw me out." Chris was not a noble, was not a member of a rich family. He learned long ago no matter how he behaved or treat his fellow students and instructors he was nothing but scum in their eyes.

Thomas was probably Christopher's only other friend at school. Thomas Belenkov was the son of a mercenary who had been given a noble title after saving a member of the empires royal family on the battlefield. Once the war had ended the empire had paid for him to be enrolled at this school as part of the reward and thank you from the empire.

"Oh please I agree. All those rich and noble pricks would look for any reason to spit on him. The man could be on fire and they wouldnt even piss on him to put it out."

Angela sighed "Thomas I'm forced to ask, you do realize you yourself are a noble right?"

"Nope that's my father"

"Which makes you one as well..."

"Thats up for debate. Aaaaanyway if our friend here wasn't so prickly... I mean respected and loved by our dear fellow students then who would keep all your would be suitors and kiss asses away from you. Really in my oppinion you should thank him."

"Hey thanks thomas."

"Christopher Hayden shut your mouth!"

"Oh she used the full name."

"Damnit Thomas, dont make me test out this new club my father gave me after you broke my last one!"

"That I broke!? It broke when you hit me outside the head! Do you have any idea how much a head wound bleeds!? It ruined my favorite shirt!"

"So what do you two have going on today" Chris asked brushing aside the past incident.

"Well for me it will be a toss up between drinking or training...maybe both...at the same time.. Yea I'm going for both."

"Thomas do you really think your father would approve of something like that?" sighed Angela.

"Honestly he would probably be proud if I was able to pull it off."

"And just like that so much has been explained" Chris laughed.

" Unfortunately I have to negotiate a contract on my fathers behalf in about an hour so I have to leave"

"What about you Chris"

"Guess since you both are busy I'll just go home and prepare myself for the mental trauma I'll have to endure tomorrow. If Elise finds out about anything probably a little physical trauma too."

Shortly after the three friends parted ways for the evening. Leaving Chris to make his way home. Allowing his natural instincts to lead him back he listened to the flow of the city and the people going about without a single care to be had. However for Chris it was chaos. Money and goods exchanged hands, people at the bar smoked and drank, workers going about restocking, greeting customers. Chaos. His mind took all of it in like a constant flow of information. So many details that his mind refused to ignore. His heart rate began to rise. Breaking out into a cold sweat, the world began to spin as if he had just spent the entire night and morning drinking. He stumbled forward and leaned his arm and head against the wall. 'There's nothing to worry about, no enemies, no traps, breathe.'

"Close your eyes, steady your breathing." a soothing feminine voice whispered into his ear.

"If it was that easy I wouldn't have this issue to begin with." He muttered in between sharp breaths

"Concentrate on my voice, there's no one else here, no sounds just me." She began talking about her day as if continueing from a conversation they were just having.

Chris listened and did as the voice said, slowly his heart rate began to drop as his breathing flowed normal again.

"I'm proud of you, you're handling things much better Just think a year ago you would never be able to handle crowds like this."

Chris turned and smiled " Hello Elise." Before him stood a woman that could only be described as beautiful, The perfect hour glass figure, darker skin, shoulder length black hair and green eyes. It was safe to say if he still had a heart, one could claim that Elise was it.