Author: HEARTgoesBOOM
Rated: T for Teens
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from The Covenant. All original characters are mine.
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She got the nerve to tell me she's not "on it"
But her expression is too serene...
Yeah, she looks like she washes with comet!
Always looking to create a scene...
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"Class, your attention if you please!" Professor McCarthy rumbled, his small square spectacles resting on the tip of his sharp nose as he peered at his first period math class through beady eyes, beckoning silence. As soon as they had quieted down to a desirable level, he nodded. "As I'm sure you're all aware, there's some fresh meat on campus. Per Provost Higgins request, we will be bearing her arrival and though it pains me to say this about someone from your generation, I'm quite partial to her arrival." He chuckled. "I've had the pleasure of meeting her already so a word to the wise," he rammed his hands into his pockets. "She doesn't take any nonsense from anyone; she's already got a month's detention for mouthing off to the Provost, so I suggest that whatever prank you have planned for her is cancelled … for all your sakes."
Tyler Simms head snapped up at his math teacher's surprising announcement, his charming blue eyes diverting from his math textbook to the front of the room. Did he just hear right? Not even a day on campus and the new girl was already in the Provost's bad books … it took Reid at least three months before he would even consider it.
"Where's she from?" someone in the back of the room asked, causing Tyler to turn around.
"England." Professor McCarthy supplied.
"Have tea with the Queen, did she?" another inquired.
"Not recently, no."
"I saw her getting out of her car this morning, what she do to get that busted lip?"
"I'm not at liberty to say …" Professor McCarthy answered but immediately after held up his hand up for silence. He did not like the direction in which their inquiry was going. "And that's all the time I have for questions today." The class groaned. "Oh, don't be so dramatic. I'm sure when she arrives she'd be more than happy to-" a knock at the door sounded through the room. "Speak of the devil …"
Tyler watched as his teacher turned his back to the room and gestured at half open door, willing the person on the other side to enter. When they stepped through the threshold, all Tyler could do was thank whatever deity was listening that he was sitting because if he wasn't he would have surely fallen over from shock.
The girl that shuffled into the room had dark brown wavy hair that was tied in a ponytail above her head; her straight cut bangs falling just below her eyebrows. The outline of her sickeningly pale blue eyes were outlined in a thick line of black eye liner making them stand out in a way Tyler couldn't quite describe in words. Her bottom half was covered in a pair of tapered grey pants with a white oxford shirt and a blue v-neck sweater bearing the Spencer crest.
"This, everyone, is Adelaide McCarthy … my daughter." Professor McCarthy announced, his face splitting into a satisfied smile as nearly all the jaws in the room dropped. "She comes to us all the way from Manchester, England and was ranked top of her class at St. Andrews Academy. I want you all to make her feel welcome." He said, his voice dropping a few octaves as he sent pointed stare in a few students direction. "Would you like to tell the class a little more about yourself, dear?"
"Not particularly." Adelaide answered in a monotone voice, re adjusting the strap of her satchel as her eyes ran over each and every student in the room.
"Well then," Professor McCarthy said, a little hurt at her lack of enthusiasm. "Why don't you take a seat next to Mr. Simms in the front. I'm sure he'd be more than happy for the company."
"Whatever." She grumbled as she made her way to the table at the front of her, Tyler and two other people it's occupants.
The blue-eyed boy couldn't help but notice the way her eyes narrowed at certain people in the room, as though she was reading their minds and didn't like what she was hearing. She plopped down into the empty seat beside him and dropped her satchel only the floor with a loud clunk, though it seemed like she didn't notice, or care for that matter, at all. Digging her notebook out of it, she put it out on the desk in front of her.
Adelaide looked over and noticed Tyler looking at her. Her brows furrowed.
A flood of colour rushed to Tyler's cheeks as he reluctantly put his hand out in front of her as a sign of good faith. "I'm Tyl-"
"I don't care." She said pointedly, venom lacing her voice.
"Oh, um, but I thought-"
"Well obviously, you thought wrong. And if I catch you staring at me like that again, I'll make sure I'm the last thing you ever see, savvy?" she hissed under her breath, her eyes trained on the black board where her father was copying down equations.
Tyler blushed and nodded, quickly looking down at his own notebook.
This wasn't exactly what he'd had in mind.
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