Quell's POV
I sighed as I stood outside the school. Hollywood Arts. I had a feeling I wouldn't like this place. The whole vibe was like Hey! Look how artsy we are! Definitely not my thing. But work sent me here, so I had to behave.
I walked through the doors, and looked around helplessly. My brown military boots made a satisfying sound as I walked. I pulled my dark hair up into a bun. I had to be doing something or I would explode. I walked a little further, when a brunette girl walked up to me, "You're new." she stated, smiling.
I feigned surprise, "You could tell?"
She laughed, "Only a lot. I'm Tori."
"Quell."
"Well, what are you looking for, Quell?"
"Office. I have to get my schedule."
"Cool. I'll take you."
We walked for a while in silence, and I got a good look at her. She was pretty. She had deep brown eyes, and hair to match. She wore blue skinny jeans and a purple top.
We were way different in that field. I had light blue eyes, pale skin, and jet black hair. I wore a pair of dark jeans, a red top that read, I may be love's bitch, but at least I'm man enough to admit it, and a leather jacket over that.
Finally, Tori spoke up, "So what is your major?"
"Dancing."
"Cool! What kind?"
"You name it, I can probably do it."
"Umm… Ballet?"
"Yes."
"Hip-Hop?"
"Yes"
"Break dancing."
"Yes."
"Samba? Lyrical? Tango?"
"Yes, yes, and yes."
"Wow."
I laughed, "That's what I try to get out of people." We arrived at a door.
"Grab your schedule; I'll wait here for you." I nodded.
I came out of the office, schedule in hand, "Alright. I've got… Sikowitz next."
"Oh, awesome! Me too." We walked together, making conversation.
"No, Tori, I'm serious. The Flaming Lips' concerts are- Whoa." I said, looking at the teacher.
"Why does he look like a hobo?" I whispered to Tori.
"No one knows," She replied, "Just go with it."
I nodded. Sikowitz clapped his hands; an abrupt, startling noise, "You're new!"
"I hadn't noticed."
"What is your name?"
"Quell."
A red headed girl laughed, "Your name's a word."
"Wow. You're quite the scholar."
"What's that supposed to mean?!"
"Chill. I'm kidding!"
"Oh, okay." She said, giggling.
"Take a seat." I did so, taking one next to Tori. As I walked over, I heard a voice, "I love your shirt."
I looked up at the voice, and a boy sat a few chairs from where I had placed myself. He had long dark hair and brown eyes. Man, he was cute.
"Thanks. I didn't think anyone would get it."
"Well I do. Spike's awesome."
"I know. I'm a Buffy addict."
"Same. I'm Beck."
I smiled, "Quell. As you already know."
He laughed, but Sikowitz cut him off, "You guys can talk about 90's TV later. For now, I have a project. You and your partner must write, direct, and star in a scene."
"Do we get to choose partners?" Tori asked.
"No, I will assign them," he answered, "Let's see… Tori and Andre, Cat and Robbie, Jade and Sinjin, Quell and Beck," He rattled off a few other names, but I've forgotten them.
Then he screamed, "Drive-by acting exercise: You're all sad Swedish people."
So class was over, and Beck walked over to me, "So when do you wanna work on this?"
"Umm… You can come to my place tonight. I'm not busy. Give me your number and I'll text you with the address."
We exchanged numbers, and went our separate ways.
