Chapter 1
Sam gently pulled her locker door open, eyes barely glancing at the zoomed in waterfall of orange blossom coloured hair reflecting back as it came apart. She grabbed a textbook from her top shelf, plucking a pencil out of the fluffy pink pencil holder Clover had bought her and pressed the door shut.
A shadow loomed in her peripheral vision. Sam's mouth remained slack but her body tensed, her fingers curled around the bind of her textbook as she turned to face the figure.
Brown hair and a half smile met her eyes.
"Hey Sam," the boy smiled properly now, "I've got a proposition for you."
She quirked an eyebrow but remained silent, cuing him to continue.
"Would you be down to talk over a plate of sushi this weekend?" He had his arm propped up against the wall of lockers and stood so tall he craned his neck a little to look down at her.
Sam blinked, "sorry, what's your name?"
His smile faltered a little, "Dash," he paused, "I'm in your bio class."
Sam gave a slight nod of recollection. "Sorry Dash, this weekend's probably no good," she caught sight of the students emptying the halls around them and glanced back at Dash.
"I'm busy," she started to make her way around him, "but I'll let you know if anything opens up." She was waving him away now, disappearing into the throng of students and turning her back on the boy leaning against the lockers dumbfoundedly.
Sam tapped a manicured fingernail against the wooden top of her desk as she waited for her English teacher to step in. Twirling a soft strand of copper hair her eyes wandered over to the classroom door, mind patiently aware of the chattering groups of students all around her. It looked like Clover and Alex were going to be late today. She hadn't left for school with the girls that morning, she'd woken up earlier to attend a meeting for the student grad trip organizers.
Alex had been up around the same time as her for her usual morning workout at the gym, so where could she have been? Sam pulled herself out of her thoughts as a fellow student approached her from behind.
Sam turned to meet her just as she opened her mouth to speak.
"Hey, could you pick up my pencil please? It rolled over under your desk." The timid girl pointed in the direction of Sam's bare right leg, more specifically her periwinkle blue flat, blonde hair slipping over the frames of her red-rimmed glasses as she did so.
Sam obliged, hand brushing against the suede fabric as she reached for the pencil. She turned in her seat slightly as she gave it to the girl who's eyes flittered away in response.
"What's your name?" Sam asked, quirking a half smile.
The girl paused for a moment, but replied "Stacey."
"What about yo-"
"Sam!" Screamed a voice from across the room. Sam and Stacey's heads abruptly shot to the right.
There stood Clover, petite hourglass figure sporting a navy blue dress sinched at the waist with a black belt and a pair of black ankle boots, all framed between the square wooden edges of the classroom door.
She stormed in, growling "are those my ELB's? I've been looking for them all morning!" She threw her hands up exaggeratedly, standing at the edge of Sam's desk now.
"Clover," emerald eyes quickly scoped out the room, "let's take this outside." Sam stood from her seat, paying the gawking students no attention as she made her way tot the door.
"Damn right we're taking this outside," Clover followed after her, much too flustered to bask in the limelight, "we're going out so you can take those shoes off."
Sam pinched the bridge of her nose, "Clover, what is the matter with you?" She exhaled.
"These are mine," Sam answered before Clover had the chance to reply.
"Uh Sam," Clover scoffed, "those are clearly my pair of Eve le Blanc suede flats."
"No, they're the gift my mother sent me from her voyage overseas. I got them in the mail this morning."
Clover paused, a look of terror contorting her face, "no, this can't be happening, we couldn't possibly have the same shoes."
Sam opened her mouth to comfort the blonde hunched over in turmoil when she shot back up, finger in the air, "we'll discuss the current catastrophe at hand after I've found my ELB's. Now where's Alex?" Clover glanced around the empty hallway.
"You called?"
Sam and Clover both jumped with a start. Their heads whipped in the direction of the dark haired girl standing alongside them,
Alex stood by with a mischievous smile on her face, "well?" She prompted in a heart beat.
Clover collected her bearings, blue eyes accusing, "did you take my ELB flats?"
"Nope." She added a little pop on the 'p'.
Clover's shoulders slumped in defeat, "this is it. Karma is getting back at me for all the -designer- shoes I've, begrudgingly, thrown away all these years. The ghost of Eve le Blanc has come for me."
"You mean for your shoes," Alex corrected, eyes low with a dull spark of amusement.
"Um, Eve le Blanc isn't dead-"
"Oh what am I to do!" Clover slapped the back of her hand to her forehead.
Alex propped a hand on her hip, "You know you're not gonna bother to wear the shoes at all now that Sam has a pair," she said throwing a glance at Sam's feet and back up again.
Clover gasped, "I wouldn't just abandon-" before she had the chance to finish a nearby water fountain suddenly slid open its top like a lid and sucked the girls in like a vacuum.
"Ugh," Clover groaned as the three slid down a long metal tube they were all too familiar with, "did Jer really have to do this now, we have important matters to discuss."
"Ugh, I straightened my hair today!" Alex yelled, arms whipping around her head as to protect it from the excess water trickling down from the water fountain.
"Discuss matters like what?" Sam shouted, arms fighting to hold down the bottom of her scarlet romper.
"Like who's gonna get to keep the flats and who has to throw them out." Clover replied casually.
"Wait wha-" Alex dropped unmercifully on Sam's back, cutting off her words as the three of them landed on the stiff couch.
"Hello girls, I have a new mission for you." Jerry wasn't seated in his chair today, instead he made his way over to the couch as the lights from the numerous keys and buttons on his desk flashed rhythmically.
"There have been reported sightings of mass murders over the past week and the body count is only getting larger. We've found the source of the murder sites to be something referred to as," he quoted and unquoted the air, "Rave Week."
"Oh, I heard about that," Alex's smooth voice cut through the room.
She turned to meet Sam and Clover's alert gazes, "in the locker room this morning."
Her eyes turned to Jerry, "these two girls were talking about it. They said the invites for the next rave had been sent out, it's supposed to be tomorrow at some warehouse by the coastline.
"You got all that from side conversation in the gym locker room?" Sam mumbled, processing the information.
"Well it sounded cool so I thought we could've checked it out. I just asked them about it." Alex replied without a thought, pointing at one girl then the other as she spoke.
Jerry opened his mouth to speak, making a decision on the information he'd been given.
"But wait, don't you need an invite for it? You said the girls got the invite." Clover suddenly spoke up.
Alex turned to face her, "apparently anyone's allowed in, the invites are just for VIP's. They're supposed to let you in some secluded part of the warehouse where the VIP's and, apparently, super attractive rave organizers chill." Clover's face brightened at this new information, a gleeful smile latching onto her face.
"Well how do the regular people get their information then?" Sam inquired, brows knitting together slightly.
Alex shrugged, "internet, word of mouth. How this kind of stuff normally gets around," she turned to Jerry, "how do you want us to deal with it, Jer?"
Jerry clasped his hands behind his back, "well done, Alex. I'll have the WOOHP research team find the exact whereabouts of the next location," Clover's smile twitched into something bigger as she leaned into Jerry, awaiting his order.
Jerry failed to take notice as he was making his way over to his desk.
"You'll be infiltrating the next rave."
Clover squealed, bouncing on her heels. She met eyes with Alex, who had a lopsided smirk slither up her own small face. The two excitedly hooked arms around each other's necks as they babbled about what to wear and how to do their hair.
Sam cast them an eyeroll jokingly before Jerry caught their attention with a cough.
"Need I remind you that this is a mission and that the warehouse could very well be filled with the murderers responsible for two seperate mass murder cases this past week alone."
The girls straightened themselves out. Clover sombrely take his words into consideration, focusing on the matter at hand.
"Well, now that we have our priorities in check I suppose that's all for today." Jerry pressed a button, flashing them a boyish smile as the floor under where the girls were standing slid away and sent them spiralling down a metal tube, screams in tow.
"...aaaaaah!" Alex tumbled off the floor into a standing position, tucking her head into her shoulder and using the force to push her forward and up. She looked back behind her to see Clover and Sam pop out of the, now toppled over, trash can.
"Oh thank goodness it was empty," Clover said quickly, sighing. Alex helped her up to her feet.
Sam, standing alongside them, checked her compowder for the time.
"There's a few minutes before the bell rings," her green eyes met with the two girls, "we'd might as well just go get our books for second block." Clover and Alex nodded in agreement, making there way down one end of the hall.
Sam was about to follow after them but paused, "crap."
"I left my stuff in English," she turned around, already waving them away, "I'll meet up with you guys at our lockers."
Alex and Clover obliged. Sam sped down the opposite end of the hall and made a swift turned right, freezing with her nose an inch away from someone's face. Her body tensed in alertness but she remained glued to the floor, carefully aware of the close proximity between them.
It was some attractive boy.
She slid a step back quietly, scrutinizing him as she offered a curt apology out of politeness. He remained still with his hand in his pocket, seemingly looking down at her despite the fact that they were about the same height. Sam waited the appropriate amount of time for any response he may have had after her apology, but when he failed to reciprocate she simply walked around him. Or rather, was about to, when he asked oh so gently, "did you just walk out of a garbage can?"
The alertness that had her hairs stand on end now burned with anxiety. Her eyes darted over past his face and she commanded herself to settle on him. Meadow green eyes stared back, awaiting her reply.
Sam allowed an easygoing smile to slither up her face, "oh it's nothing, I'm just such a clutz I wasn't watching where I was going and fell in." She chuckled awkwardly, mind prickling with the hope that he believed her.
"You," he paused, "and your two friends fell in?"
The laughter ceased. Fearing that her gaze would give her away she tried to focus on the shiny, purple tinted strands of hair poking at the space above his head. Sam blinked, looked like guys were starting to hop on the bright coloured hair trend.
He noticed her wandering gaze and furrowed his brows a little, utterly perplexed with the figure before him.
Sam noticed this and immediately shook her head, "they were trying to help me out."
"We're just really clumsy people okay," she tacked on, the words rolling off her tongue with a tinge of irritation.
The boy opened his mouth to speak when the bell indicating that class was over chimed. Students filed out of their rooms like a swarm of insects, filling up any empty space they could find in a matter of moments.
The boy turned towards the girl with the orange blossom hair and paused, blinking at the empty space before him.
A/N
Since I've lost authorization over my previous account I've decided not only to repost and hopefully update Beast Wars here on this one, but also to reconstruct it so it's a new and improved version of the original story.
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