Chapter 27: [27] Peacocks in a Basement
Professor Valdez concluded her lecture, dismissing the holographic displays. "That’s all for essentia theory today. Professor Fox will be here in five to ten minutes for your next class. Use this time wisely."
As soon as she exited, the classroom erupted into chatter. Xavier leaned back in his seat, stretching his arms above his head.
"Well, that was enlightening," he muttered, more to himself than anyone else.
A tall, broad-shouldered student with black hair and piercing grey eyes stood up. "Since we’re going to be stuck together for three years, we might as well introduce ourselves properly." His voice carried an unmistakable air of authority. "I’m Alexander Shepard."
Xavier raised an eyebrow. His personality reminded him of politicians he’d dealt with in his past life—people born to lead, whether for good or ill.
"Speak for yourself, rich boy."
Xavier turned to see a lean, muscular student with dark skin and vibrant pink eyes. His black hair was styled in well-maintained locs, the tips dyed a pink that matched his gaze.
"I’m getting out of this shit class and headed straight for the top," the boy continued. "The name’s Kyrie Walker, and you all better remember it."
Xavier studied Kyrie, noting the tension in his jaw and the way his eyes darted around the room, as if daring anyone to challenge him. Classic overcompensation. He’d seen it a thousand times—people so afraid of being seen as weak that they armored themselves in arrogance.