I do not own House of Anubis. I only own the plot and Talya Miller.
I was at dinner, just waiting for it to be over, even with Trudy's famous spaghetti.
"You and Fabian off on another date after supper, Nina?" whispered Amber, looking innocently at me from under her long, dark lashes. It was her lifelong mission to get us together, same as my lifelong dream. I blushed, my cheeks turning the color of the tomato sauce on my plate, which I couldn't be able to eat now. I pushed the plate away.
"No, Amber, we're not going on a date," I said quietly, thankful that no one else had heard Amber's wonderful, amazing theory… that was practically impossible. I mean, why would helikeme?He was amazing, and I was...me. Just as I pushed that depressing thought away, the doorbell rang.
"Probably her, loves! I'll bring her in here to introduce you all, but she might be a little cranky with jet lag, so try not to judge her too fast." Trudy hurried gracefully to the door, smiling, and opened it.
"Hello, sweetheart, you must be the new student here, yes?" All I could see from my position was a pair of pink designer luggage cases, like Amber's. I stretched, trying to see her, but all I could see of was a quick flash of gold, like a bracelet, but it was hard to tell at first. Giving up, I returned to looking at Amber, but she was trying to look at the girl, too.
"You're late, Miss Miller. You were supposed to be here two days ago, if I'm correct," I looked up to see Victor descending down the staircase. I shivered, remembering how he had greeted me when I'd first arrived. Fabian gave me a worried look, and I gave him a quick, reassuring smile.
"Yeah, you're right! I'm, like, sosorry! My flight got in late, and it was totally hard to say bye to my BFFs!" I froze. I knew that voice. That was the voice of none other than … no, it couldn't be her. Couldn't be.
"Come along, dear, don't you want to meet the other house guests?" Trudy asked.
"Um, sure, that'd be sick," said the voice of the new housemate.
"Sick?"Mara questioned to me.
"Sick means cool," I replied, and everyone nodded, still confused. I had a feeling I'd be translating a lot, which was okay with me, I just knew this girl was a little too American for them.
"Nina!" cried the girl who entered the room. I turned to see a familiar face.
"Talya?" I said, my eyes widening in terror and shock. Oh, no. Talya Miller is the meanest, most ruthless girl in the world. No one could come close to Talya. Even Patricia knew enough to not bother me about the sensitive things, like my parents and stuff- but Talya didn't. She ruled the school, constantly mocking people with her fake friends, Charlotte and Kate.
"It's so ironic that you're here, too!" Talya sneered at me. It was obvious she knew I'd stayed here, and wanted to ruin my reputation here, too. She momentarily forgot about me, and turned to examine my friends. Talya's menacing blue eyes skipped over Amber, Alphie, Jerome, and Mara, zeroing in on Patricia.
"Well, if it isn't the Dark Angel herself!" Talya laughed at her own joke, and Patricia's dark eyes narrowed. I couldn't help but smile weakly.
"Do you really think that's the best I heard, Pinocchio?" Patricia fired back immediately. Talya's hand flew to her nose, and she glared. She was about to say something, but changed her mind as she spotted Fabian.
"Oh- hey! What's your name?" Talya flipped her glossy blonde hair and batted her eyelashes. I stared helplessly at them.
"I'm, um, Fabian." He said, a little uncomfortably, and Talya smiled flirtatiously at him. "That's such a cool name, Fabian! I'm Talya."
She smirked in my direction. Rage swelled through me, running through my veins and across my brain, and I got it. It was on.
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