Disclaimer: I don't own "The Faculty", nor Elijah or Josh Hartnett. I let
them out of their cages once and they ran away. Now, every second I'm not
writing fanfiction, I chase away them with the big butterfly net. Here
Joshie, Joshie.Here Frodo, er, Elijah. (was on sugar high when this was
written.)
"Leave him alone!" Serena shouted at some jocks who were currently trying to see to it that some poor blue-eyed, scared-looking kid never fathered children. She stood there with her hazel eyes glaring and with more authority in her voice then most teachers had.
"What if we don't," said a particularly dumb-looking jock.
"I'll castrate you all with a rusty machete," Serena said matter-of- factly.
The ease with which she said this scared the jocks silly. They dropped the boy rudely to the ground and ran off.
"Thanks," he said quietly, gathering his things off the ground.
"No problem, my name is Serena Walker, it's my first day," she said brushing some dead leaves out of his hair and one off his shirt.
"I'm Casey, you're the first senior." at Serena's nod he continued, "who's ever been nice to me, even though I am one," he finished completely aware that a girl had been touching him.
Serena laughed breathily, "I didn't think you were a senior. But hey, I'm alone, you're alone, wanna be friends?"
Casey looked at her blankly for a second, "I'm sorry could you please repeat that?"
"Do you want to be friends? Not to offend or anything, but you don't seem to have a whole posse around you."
"I have Stokely, when she's not mad at the world, like today."
"Who's Stokely, that's such a cool name?"
Just then a goth girl who had witnessed Casey's flagpole incidents breezed by with only a "Crash and burn, Casey."
"That's Stokely."
"Friendly," Serena said sarcastically.
The first bell sounded. Casey eye's, already large and distractingly blue, got even bigger and he cried, "I was supposed to drop off the pictures to Delilah, I gotta go!"
"Then go, Casey," Serena giggled, "See you later," she called to his fastly retreating back.
Serena entered the building and came face to back with a white shirt. The head attached to that shirt looked to the left and right and then entered the bathroom. Serena saw the handicapped sign on the door and, even though she'd only got a quick look at the guy in front of her, he didn't look anything but well-made. She waited and watched two crackheads exiting, talking about "scat". She looked and saw the white shirt light a cigarette and start inhaling. She waltzed right in and said, "Can I bum a smoke?"
The guy turned to her. He was handsome, hell he was drop dead gorgeous. Deep brown eyes and brown hair that looked like he'd cut it himself.
"You new?" he asked.
"Someone give the man a cookie," Serena laughed, "Yes, I'm new. My name is Serena Walker (AN: a new peach scented car freshener to whoever knows what that allude to. Second clue later on) and I think you're a little too unscathed to be in a handicapped bathroom."
"It's my hideout, my fortress if you will." He chuckled. "I'm Zeke," he said holding out his hand.
"I know you," Serena said taking his hand smiling warmly. "You were a senior last year and this year."
Zeke's eyebrow went up, "How do you know that?"
"I got last year and this year's student lists, my brother Danny's a certified hacker and he helped me out. You were listed as Senior both times so I pegged you for a stereotypical underachiever, brilliant but with no direction. You keep yourself fed and clothed with money you get from selling drugs to losers like the two who were in a few minutes ago."
"You're good."
"I just know what you are."
Zeke shot her his signature cocky grin, "I'm a contradiction."
"Leave him alone!" Serena shouted at some jocks who were currently trying to see to it that some poor blue-eyed, scared-looking kid never fathered children. She stood there with her hazel eyes glaring and with more authority in her voice then most teachers had.
"What if we don't," said a particularly dumb-looking jock.
"I'll castrate you all with a rusty machete," Serena said matter-of- factly.
The ease with which she said this scared the jocks silly. They dropped the boy rudely to the ground and ran off.
"Thanks," he said quietly, gathering his things off the ground.
"No problem, my name is Serena Walker, it's my first day," she said brushing some dead leaves out of his hair and one off his shirt.
"I'm Casey, you're the first senior." at Serena's nod he continued, "who's ever been nice to me, even though I am one," he finished completely aware that a girl had been touching him.
Serena laughed breathily, "I didn't think you were a senior. But hey, I'm alone, you're alone, wanna be friends?"
Casey looked at her blankly for a second, "I'm sorry could you please repeat that?"
"Do you want to be friends? Not to offend or anything, but you don't seem to have a whole posse around you."
"I have Stokely, when she's not mad at the world, like today."
"Who's Stokely, that's such a cool name?"
Just then a goth girl who had witnessed Casey's flagpole incidents breezed by with only a "Crash and burn, Casey."
"That's Stokely."
"Friendly," Serena said sarcastically.
The first bell sounded. Casey eye's, already large and distractingly blue, got even bigger and he cried, "I was supposed to drop off the pictures to Delilah, I gotta go!"
"Then go, Casey," Serena giggled, "See you later," she called to his fastly retreating back.
Serena entered the building and came face to back with a white shirt. The head attached to that shirt looked to the left and right and then entered the bathroom. Serena saw the handicapped sign on the door and, even though she'd only got a quick look at the guy in front of her, he didn't look anything but well-made. She waited and watched two crackheads exiting, talking about "scat". She looked and saw the white shirt light a cigarette and start inhaling. She waltzed right in and said, "Can I bum a smoke?"
The guy turned to her. He was handsome, hell he was drop dead gorgeous. Deep brown eyes and brown hair that looked like he'd cut it himself.
"You new?" he asked.
"Someone give the man a cookie," Serena laughed, "Yes, I'm new. My name is Serena Walker (AN: a new peach scented car freshener to whoever knows what that allude to. Second clue later on) and I think you're a little too unscathed to be in a handicapped bathroom."
"It's my hideout, my fortress if you will." He chuckled. "I'm Zeke," he said holding out his hand.
"I know you," Serena said taking his hand smiling warmly. "You were a senior last year and this year."
Zeke's eyebrow went up, "How do you know that?"
"I got last year and this year's student lists, my brother Danny's a certified hacker and he helped me out. You were listed as Senior both times so I pegged you for a stereotypical underachiever, brilliant but with no direction. You keep yourself fed and clothed with money you get from selling drugs to losers like the two who were in a few minutes ago."
"You're good."
"I just know what you are."
Zeke shot her his signature cocky grin, "I'm a contradiction."