Chapter 7 First Day At School

• Jackson turned away sharply, his hands trying to cover himself. "Aunt Jenna! Don't just barge in like that! A man need his own privacy!" he exclaimed, mortified.
• "Relax, kiddo," she said, wiping a tear from her eye as her laughter subsided. "It’s perfectly natural! You’re a growing boy, after all." She grinned, leaning against the doorframe. "Anyway, breakfast is ready. But please, for everyone’s sake, take a cold bath first."
• With that, she left, still giggling as Jackson scrambled toward the bathroom with his face beet red.
• With how she act, one will wonder is she was his bestie instead of a aunt.
• Taking a quick cool bath, Jackson dragon finally return to slumber.
• Returning to his room after a refreshing bath with his hair wet and a towel around his waist exposing his chisel chest, Jackson was greeted by the sight of neatly arranged school uniforms on his bed. The black and red outfit stood out with its sleek design.
• Just as he was about to inspect it, Aunt Jenna barged into the room without warning. "Hey, Jackie—"
• Jackson groaned, spinning around. "Aunt Jenna! Can’t you knock for once?"
• She scoffed, waving him off. "Oh, please. I’ve seen everything there is to see, remember? I used to bathe you when you were a baby."
• That was when I was a baby!
• I'm a grown kid for crying out loud and you are tempting my slumbering dragon!
• Trust me, you don't want to see it standing angrily.
• Diana herself couldn't even face it after a single round.
• Jackson could only sigh in exasperation as she continued, "By the way, I pulled a few strings with one of the teachers at Storm Academy. Normally, new students get their uniforms after the first day, but I got yours early. Cool, right?"
• "Yeah, I guess," Jackson admitted, unable to stay mad at her.
• He slipped on the uniform, the material fitting snugly yet comfortably. It was crafted from a high-quality, elastic fabric that allowed for full mobility, while the reinforced stitching hinted at its durability. The red trims symbolized the academy’s elite status, and the uniform seemed to radiate an aura of authority.
• "Looks good on you, Jackie!" Jenna beamed. "Now come eat before you faint on your first day."
• "Is the first day that bad?" Jackson couldn't help but ask curiously.
• "Hehehe, it's worse. You have to see it by yourself to know." Jenna said with a wink, making Jackson confused the more.
• Heading straight into the kitchen and onto the dining table which was loaded with different types of food, Jackson immediately start eating, ignoring the chattering Jenna and after few minutes, he finally stopped, and clean his mouth.
• "Okay Aunt Jenna, I'm done. It's time to head to school." Jackson said with a happy smile.
• "You’ll get hungry! Martial arts training burns a ton of energy. Hold on let me pack some food for you." Jenna insisted on packing food for him.
• Hell no!
• Jackson waved her off, his face reddening as she tried to force a lunchbox into his hands.
• "No, thanks! I’m good! Beside I'm big, what sort of big kid takes food to school?" he said, darting toward the door, hearing Jenna's laughter following him as he bolted out of the apartment.
• Jackson was suddenly starting to regret staying with Jenna, will he face her chattering, teasing and overly caring self everyday?
• He doesn't even know if he can hold back his primal lust for long.
• Passing Diana’s door, he hesitated briefly.
• Is she awake? he wondered before shaking his head and hurrying off toward Storm Academy, he can't let his teenage hormones make him miss out on his big day.
• Reaching the street, Jackson stood at the curb, anxiously glancing at his watch. No taxis in sight, and time was ticking.
• "Ahhh, great. No taxi on sight. Seems like I gotta take matters to my legs then." With a sigh, he decided to rely on his own strength. His legs tensed, and with a powerful push, he dashed into the bustling street.
• Swooooooooooshhhh!!!
• Dodging pedestrians and weaving through crowds, Jackson’s movements were faster than normal peak humans, his enhanced physique allowing him to leap over carts and sidestep startled vendors all thanks to his reflex and the morning exercises he does regularly.
• "Hey! Watch out!"
• "Sorry!" he called out to an elderly man whose fruit stand he nearly toppled. He vaulted over a stack of crates, landing smoothly, but his heart pounded as he realized he was still far from his destination.
• "Another reason I don't even think staying with Aunt Jenna will help. I wish I could have stayed in the dorm instead." Jackson whine as he dashed forward.
• ****
• Meanwhile, not far away, another boy with wild hair was sprinting with equal intensity—but with a twist. In one hand, he clutched a box of steaming noodles, chopsticks in the other as he shoveled food into his mouth mid-stride. His serious expression was betrayed by the occasional slurp and muffled apology as he barely avoided bumping into people.
• "I'm late for school on my first day. This is bad. I will be cooked if dad finds out, ou great Buddha Shiva, help me make it on my first day." He mutters, slurping down on the noodles.
• Meanwhile, Jackson pushed himself harder, his enhanced body straining as he poured every ounce of energy into his sprint. Ahead of him, the other boy who had just came out from the street opposite Jackson's own had spotted him.
• With a determined glare, seemed to accept an unspoken challenge. They both surged forward, their speeds neck and neck, feet clashing against the floor and kicking up small dust.
• This is something common between boys and it seems that no matter the world or universe, they will always do it and that is friendly competition even between total strangers. Like a man speeding with his Lamborghini and another man passing with his mustang suddenly speeding, making the Lamborghini man take it as a friendly challenge. Boys will always be boys.
• Dashing forward , they simultaneously saw the academy gate, slowly but steadily closing automatically.
• "F*ck"
• A chill ran down Jackson’s spine as he remembered the strict school rule: Once the gate closes, no one is allowed in again. Not even the President of the country.
• The other boy, still clutching his chopsticks, gulped down his last bite of noodles, tossed the box into a trash can mid-run, and sprinted harder.
• "I can't get blocked on my first day at school cause of a gate! I will rather not have boobs than get stopped!" Every step felt like an explosion of energy as the two raced towards the gate, closing in with each steps while the gate close with each steps.
• Bam!