Author's Note: This is my second Robin Hood BBC story, and I've already got it all planned out, there will be only ten chapters, but they will be good-sized quality chapters. Keep in mind that Marian will be a bitch for a while, but that's all part of the plan. I adore this story because its actually very similar to something I went through recently and therefore you must be kind in the reviews I plan on making you give
Not My Place
Chapter 1 – the Arrival
Marian stepped off the plane, rubbing her eyes trying to get herself to wake up; after all, she had no idea where she was and consciousness was crucial at a time like this. She walked down the terminal and down to baggage claim where she spent twenty minutes looking for her black bag that looked just like everyone else's black bag only to find that it had past her at least 5 times before she'd bothered to check it, as big of a pain as that was she refused to be one of this silly 17 year old girls who still act like they're 5 and have bright pink suitcases and miley Cyrus carry ons. Its not cute, its repulsive, or at lease Marian thought so.
Finally she stepped outside into the night; it was just past midnight, but Los Angeles was still a comfortable 70 degrees. The hot weather combined with all the exhaust from the tour busses and the planes made her head spin as she looked around for her father's car. She pulled her suitcase up and sat lightly on the top of it. Never in her life had she wanted a cigarette so badly, but she knew the moment she lit up her father, or whoever he'd employed to get her, would arrive. Life was just like that.
A black town car pulled up next to where she had planted herself on the busy sidewalk. The black tinted window rolled down to reveal a 30 something year old woman with flaming red hair, shrewd amber eyes that had circles from lack of sleep around them, and an attractive face only marred with a cynical expression. "Mary?" asked the woman. "No," replied Marian. The woman frowned and looked down, no doubt checking her piece of paper, "Oh sorry, Mary-Ann?" Marian internally groaned and replied, "Nope, I think Mary-Ann's flight from hickville Georgia hasn't arrived just yet; however, I, Marian, would be overjoyed to keep you company until the red-neck gets here," Marian served her response with a smile and acerbic tongue.
"How kind of you," the woman deadpanned, "Get in," but Marian didn't move, "I was told never to get in the car with strangers," Marian had developed a natural instinct to be a difficult to just about everyone. She called herself jaded; everyone else called her a bitch, which she had always agreed with. Somehow though, being a bitch had made her the most popular girl in her school. it was probably because so many people were afraid of her, but then again maybe it was because her sarcastic wit made them laugh.
The woman sighed and said, "I'm sorry, my name's Clara" but she pronounced it claw-raw, and it was only then that Marian picked up the vague English accent in her voice, "I work for your father," pronouncing father faw-thaw, Marian giggled.
"Nice to meet you," Marian replied diplomatically and she stood up as the driver took her bags and set them in the back of the car. Marian walked around to the other side and hopped in the car. The inside was completely dark and Marian could only barely see Claw-Raw. "So, are you the new secretary?" Marian asked.
"No, I'm the new personal assistant," Clara replied, her voice sardonic and Marian knew they would probably get along quite well, "Your father's secretary is still at the office taking care of a few things…"
"And where's my father?" asked Marian knowingly. "He's at the office…taking care of the secretary." Marian laughed at Clara's comment and the way she said secretary seck-ree-tree. Her father and mother were still legally married although her mother lived in Seattle and her father in Los Angeles. While Marian lived in Seattle that in no way meant she was closer with her mother. Both her parents were famous for their infidelity and thankfully so very consumed with their own lives they rarely paid attention to Marian. Since she was very independent this suited her just fine, but when her mother's new boyfriend had wanted her to be a "real mom" suddenly her living situation was so much tenser. With her mom now paying attention to Marian's actions she decided it would be better to go and live with her father for a while, hence the red eye flight to L.A.
Claw-Raw filled Marian in on how her father was and that she would be starting her new school tomorrow. Once they arrived at her father's house Claw-Raw helped Marian get her bags up to the front step and handed her a key to the house asking if she would be okay, but didn't offer to stay and help her, they never did, and Marian never wanted them to, and said she'd be fine.
She let herself in, locking the door behind her. Marian had spent every Christmas, spring, and Summer Break here since she was born, so she had her own room just the way she liked it. She made her way up the stairs noticing that absolutely nothing had changed. The house looked like it had barely been lived in thanks to her father's team of maids that took very good care of the place.
She reached her room at the end of the hallway and opened the door revealing her bedroom. The room was huge and the tall walls were silver, they actually had the metallic sheen that silver does, everything else in the room was white: the curtains, the bed, the desk, the vanity, the chairs, and the walls had tons of black and white framed photographs on them. All the furniture looked like it could've been taken from Versailles during Marie Antoinette's times, only bleached white. Marian headed towards the white door that led to her walk in closet and flung the door open. A smile crept onto her face as she saw the rows of clothes and shoes laid out neatly.
Although she didn't live there for most of the year, her father wanted it to seem like this was her home, and she shouldn't have to pack to visit her home, so he readily encouraged her to buy clothes online and have them delivered to the L.A. house, and Marian had a love for fashion, and as a result this closet contained clothes she'd been dreaming about for months. That had been her one request on coming here: a school with no uniform.
She grabbed a pair of black silk pajama shorts and a white tank and promptly hopped into the overstuffed bed and fell asleep in an instant.
~The Next Morning~
Marian tossed and turned in her bed, sweat pouring off her in rivulets, her breathing was hard and labored as if she was running a marathon. Suddenly she shot up straight in bed, her eyes wide and gasping for breath, her hand clutching her heart. Needless to say, she terrified the maid that was delivering her breakfast.
"Morning Miss Fitzwalter," the small woman said gingerly placing a tray full of scrumptious looking breakfast food on the bed, "Mister Fitzwalter has already left for work, but sends his love and wishes you a good day," the woman said before practically bowing out of the room. Marian laughed and grabbed the orange juice, adding in a healthy portion of vodka from the flask in the bedside drawer and downing it. She gracefully got out of bed and headed to the bathroom attached to her room. She put her ipod into the speakers and blasted some 3Oh!3 as she showered.
Twenty minutes later she got out of her closet and examined her outfit, now she was not vain, but it was her first day and she didn't want to spend the rest of the year as a social pariah. She had on black ankle boots with no heel, black short shorts that showed off her long legs, which were almost completely covered by the very thin distressed blue vee neck, it was paper thin and looked like it had been worn a thousand times with its frayed end, but really it had just cost a ridiculous amount. She pulled a thin black blazer on and added her customary chunky silver rings as well as several silver chains with small charms on them. By this time her ink black waves had dried and her look was complete.
Marian knew she was beautiful, but it would've been surprising if she weren't. Her mother had been a very successful model, and her father had been quite handsome back in the day. They'd married for attraction, which taught Marian that beauty was really the least important thing, but that didn't stop her from using hers to her own advantage sometimes. She grabbed her messenger bag and some toast before heading downstairs. She was vaguely surprised to find the house bustling with people, but then again nothing really surprised her much anymore.
She ran in Claw-Raw on the stairs. "Oh! I was just looking for you. Your father-"
"Yes I heard, the kind Scandinavian maid told me, as she was offering me a wide variety of breakfast treats," Marian quipped.
"Ah, I didn't know your father had a Scandinavian maid. Anyway I'm here to take you to school!" Clara said brightly. Marian tilted her head with a quizzical expression on her face. "Okayyy," she said hesitantly. Then she realized she didn't know where the school was actually located. They headed out to the car and Clara seemed intent on giving Marian the whole history of the school.
"You're really very lucky to get to go there. It's one of the top private schools (A/N a private school in America is a public school in England) in California. It's very elite and expensive, the students all come from very good families."
"Great, a school of snobs, I'll fit right in," Marian grinned and Clara laughed, "I was trying to put it more gently, but yes."
They arrived at the school in no time and Marian took in the campus that was teeming with students. The car let them off near the headmaster's office and Clara turned to her and said, "Alright, this is where we part Marian. Have a good day, oh and your father is having a business party tonight, I'm sure you have something suitable to wear in that extensive closet of yours." And with those final parting words Claw-Raw was gone, probably to go do some actual important work.
Marian hesitantly looked at the door to the headmaster's office and let out a large sigh before dejectedly opening it. Behind the classically wooden desk sat a graying man in a suit with a placard reading "Headmaster".
"Miss Fitzwalter! Take a seat!" he exclaimed, far to cheery for Marian's taste, but she sat like a good little student. "Let's see, Let's see," he said pulling open her file. "Ah yes, you know we don't normally accept students mid semester, but your father was very persuasive," Marian smirked, she had heard that the Fitzwalter Library would be complete in time for her graduation as well, "Your grades from your previous school are very impressive. A 4.2 is no easy GPA to achieve. Your teachers all wrote you sterling recommendations, and your extra curriculars are extensive. I'm positive that you will fit in very well here. Now, you'll be taken on a tour by one of our students. His name is Robin Locksley; he is one of our best. Student Body President, Capitan of the Soccer team and Debate team, perfect student; everyone loves him you're very lucky," The old man's face lit up as he talked about the boy. Marian had to physically restrain herself from rolling her eyes.
Just then there was a knock on the door interrupting him. Marian didn't bother turning around as she heard a voice fill the room, "Hey Mr. P, you wanted me to tour someone?" hearing someone's voice without seeing their face gives you an odd perspective of them. Robin's voice was very clear and his tone was full of respect towards the man, it had a gravelly aspect to it as well as somehow simultaneously being smooth. Overall Marian found it very wonderful.
"Robin M'boy! This is Miss Marian Fitzwalter, I'd like you to give her a tour of the campus, and help her adjust to the school," Robin nodded and the headmaster turned to Marian and said, "You are in very capable hands Miss Fitzwalter. Be sure to tell your father I say hello."
Marian smiled charmingly and said, "Of course, thank you so much Headmaster." And she stood to follow Robin out the door, but he had not left yet, and was standing holding the door open for her. She was not surprised at all to find that he was very attractive. He had golden tan skin, which she immediately envied (living in Seattle where it rains for 90% of the year made a tan on her porcelain skin impossible, plus she tended to burn), shaggy dark brown hair, which fell into his green eyes that were flecked with gold, and the perfect body, not to mention he was tall, and Marian had always had a thing for tall guys.
So of course, she immediately decided she didn't trust him. It was easy to have teachers fooled by a 'respectful' persona, she did it herself. Get them wrapped around your finger and for the rest of the year you're safe, but she couldn't help but remember the sincerity of his respectful tone.
"So Marian, where you from?" he asked revealing perfectly straight teeth.
"What makes you think I'm not from here?" she asked, seeing no reason to be nice when she already decided not to like him.
He laughed and replied, "it's nearly 65 degrees out, everyone that's from L.A. is bundled up," he indicated to the other students, and Marian realized it was true. She was probably the only girl in shorts. She laughed at their ridiculousness.
His smile was much more casual now that he had gotten her to loosen up, "I'm Robin," he said extending a hand. She shook it liking that his hand was cool and not sweat and clammy. "I know, the headmaster told me all abut you," she replied with a grin.
Robin groaned and said, "Please don't believe him, whatever he said, I think he's got a bit of a crush on me."
Marian laughed and said, "Well who could blame him? I mean it must be hard to resist the Captain of the Debate team," she teased.
He laughed good-naturedly and replied, "Be nice or I might recruit you and then you'd be surrounded by the entire debate team and feel the full effect of our sexiness."
She laughed as well realizing that she may have misjudged him.
Just the first chapter, but plz review!!
