Chapter 67: Handshake of love
The very next morning, Damien, Yong, and Craig woke up to a dispute about who had to use the shower first—at 6AM. The fight escalated until their seniors in the next room—who had stopped them from fighting the night before—came and settled their rage-filled out cursing with fists.
It hadn’t even been 24 hours of him being at Gibforge and he was already seated in Professor Mei-ling’s office with the rest of the boys, ready to accept punishment since she was their Cardinal master. Thankfully, the woman had some heart in her so she didn’t expel them on the spot, but her punishment made the senior students laugh after she announced it and Damien wasn’t sure whether to be scared or happy.
"The handshake of love," she said.
Damien and his roommates were supposed to do it outside the school grounds during their lunch break, something Damien was okay with—as long as he didn’t get expelled that is. But he knew he had to settle whatever animosity was between him, Yong, and Craig soon or they’d end up fighting for real in their shared room and one if not all of them would get expelled.
The only problem with Damien’s peace settlement plan however was how he and the boys took different classes because they weren’t of the same tribe. Apparently, being in the same Cardinal house didn’t mean sharing the same classes. Each student, no matter what house they’d been placed in, had to take classes that matched their tribe, and the classrooms for every tribe were situated in the blocks facing the dorm rooms of the Cardinal that best described the tribe.
Thus, Damien and Eden shared the same classes, Yong had to go all the way to the Draconic dorm wherever they were, and such was the same fate for Ambrose who, unfortunately, had to take the same classes as Vestin and her half-brother since they were of the same tribe.
"Can you believe our luck? Our classes are right in front of our dorm," Eden mumbled to Damien after he’d come from Professor Mei’s office.
Their lessons started at exactly nine and by the time the clock struck nine o’clock and the large bell above the school began ringing to announce the start of lessons, Damien and Eden were already seated in class with other vampire students—thirty in total.
Their teacher was exactly what Damien’s mind thought the first time he heard Gibbous had vampires—a tall, pale, red-eyed woman with black lipstick and pearly white fangs that she didn’t retract despite clearly being powerful enough to do so. The sight of her teeth immediately calmed Damien’s insecurities about not being able to control his fangs yet.