Standard Disclaimer: KA and the legends are soooo not mine. The craziness of the characters is the only thing I own. Bad Language, Violence and Possible Sexual Scenes Warning. Don't like it, don't read.
Summary: A socialite and a social outcast. Two worst enemies on the same exchange student trip stumble down the rabbit hole of time to come face to face with the Legendary King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table. Will they ever get home or are they destined to spend the rest of their lives in an unfamiliar time? That is if they don't kill each other first.
1-Fallin' Through
"Listen up Slutty Spice. I don't give a damn about your opinion. And I'll be just fine if I never EVER see your fucking ugly, skanky face again." I said in a death whisper to the socialite whore in front of me.
"OMG. You so did not like just relate me to the Spice Girls." She replied. I merely arched my brow and hardened my features.
"You heard me, hooker." I retorted before walking off into the hotel. I could hear her scream and yell at me to come back. I can't stand that girl, first in high school she publicly humiliates me and my best friend continuously to the point my best friend moves away to Idaho and is home schooled. I mean IDAHO! What the fuckin' hell is in Idaho besides potatoes! Nothing, that's what. Then the girl has the nerve to steal my boyfriend, whom I was practically in love with, and screwing him! Not only that, he comes back to me all "I'm sorry I love you" shit. And then I later found out that she fed him those lines to see if I'll take him back just to play with my head. Bastard.
Anyways, since then Charity Templeton has made my life hell and just when I thought that I'd escaped the torment of high school through going to an out of state university, I find her father has sent her to UC Berkeley too. I hope everyday that I will wake from this horrible nightmare, but everyday in my classes she is there. And to add insult to injury, she is on the same study abroad trip as me! I'm pretty sure that the fates hate me. I must have done something in a past life or something to deserve this torture. Oh great, she has followed me.
"What!" I yelled spinning to face her, only to go wide-eyed and embarrassed to see one of the professors who accompanied us on this trip. Looking down in shame I apologize.
"Miss…?" Dr. Charlotte Henderson stressed for my name.
"Victoria Cortés" I supplied sheepishly, Dr. Henderson is really nice, a little mousy at times, but really nice with large horn-rimmed glasses hiding kind grey eyes… only this time her eyes were far from kind.
"Miss Court-és (she butchers it beyond all reason), I am disappointed in your and Miss Templeton's behavior during the workshop today. It was very rude and disruptive to the volunteers; I expect that your behavior will improve before tomorrow's hike. And since we will incorporate the buddy system, you and Miss Templeton will be partners." She reprimanded me sternly. I could barely contain my horror, stuck with the Bitch Queen! This was sooo wrong! Dr. Henderson left me standing in the hotel lobby without arguments; I could not believe my luck. Well, it's official the fates and all other divine powers hate my guts. Quickly I headed up the stairs to my friend Sasha's room and frantically knocked on his door.
"Sasha, Sasha it's me Ria. Open up. I gotta talk to you."
"Y'know, that'd work if I was in there." His calm voice chuckled behind me. I faced him and he stopped chuckling when he saw my afflicted expression, "Hey… hey Ria, what's wrong, babe?" He unlocked the door quickly and pulled me in.
"Everything's wrong, Henderson chastised me for getting back at the Bitch Queen. So now I gotta be 'buddies' with Charity for the rest of the trip." I groaned falling onto his bed. Sasha is such a sweetheart; he and I became fast best friends in Anthropology two semesters ago. He's really good looking with his chocolate brown hair, bright honey eyes, cool attitude and satiric wit; unfortunately he's got a boyfriend, even though he's bisexual. Really unfair, I got twice the romantic competition. At least Sasha is outta Charity's league.
He's always been able to cheer up and I was ecstatic when both he and I got accepted on this trip, he had helped me work to get the money for this trip. Sasha is a rich boy, but his family is kind of looked down upon because they're considered "new money" his grandfather invented some new toilet paper bag wrapper thingy or some sort.
"S'okay Ria, trust me. On my word as a Helinsky, I'll figure out a way for us to be buds again okay?" He hugged me and I leaned into his chest taking in his Curve for men scent.
"Sweet angry jeezus, I really wish you weren't attached with Davis…" I mumbled.
"Or the fact you kinda swore off men for the rest of eternity." He added.
"Oh, do you have to rub that in!" I exclaimed pushing him away. He nudges my chin reassuringly before I get up and head to my room. I guess for now everythin's cool.
"Why the hell are you wearing shit like that? And that bag, I am not carrying everything for you!" I exclaimed pointedly at Charity. We were in the lobby waiting on the rest of the class for our five mile hike in the rural area outside of Watford. We would be taking the bus there then hike to the ruins and the princess decided to wear a pale pink micro-mini dress with lace-up Steve Madden chunky cork sandals that remotely resembled hiking boots. Her platinum blonde hair done up with all kinds of hair spray and it's rather windy outside… this'll be funny. And her bag… Gaad, a mini stuff pig backpack big enough only for make-up, cell phone and credit cards. Why God? Why me? I, on the other hand, have logically gone with the semblance of torn, black, paint-splattered jeans rolled up like flood pants and a brown Sleater-Kinney tee-shirt with extra clothes in my pack for emergencies, with the usual accessories (2 pairs of silver small hoop earrings, 2 silver bracelets, 4 silver rings, a cross neck-choker, a silver oval locket and a silver chain with a sun and moon) and dark blue Converse Chucks, I never go anywhere without my chucks. Charity is flirting with a bellhop or some service person and I sulk… not because she's god awfully pretty, rich and everything I'm not but because I'm stuck with her. She's so phony and I don't understand why so many people like her. I tie up my wavy shoulder-length black hair in a pony tail and wait for some miracle… preferably in the form of Charity Templeton getting a hideous rash and being sent home. Damn nothing happened.
"Ria, why the long face? We're going on a hike, be happy be excited. Fresh air waits." Sasha grinned as he sat next to me on the bus. Sash is such a nature freak, I can be too and I was excited about it before… well you get the point.
"You forget who's my 'buddy' for the rest of the trip," I moaned into his shoulder, I ultimately had packed stuff for Charity that was necessary; she'd given me a paper bag of stuff, crap I might add, and expected me to carry it with my hiking stuff. I'm a decently nice person, and she loves to take advantage of that. Ooh I hate her! When she wasn't looking I handed the bag to a homeless person. She caught me talking to that old man, who was thanking me profusely, I didn't do much, and it was full of junk food anyways.
"Getting to know your family, freak?" Charity said to me before we load the bus. I was not in the mood and I would have told her off if only Professor Henderson didn't show up with that evil glare in her eyes. I am not a quiet person; I'm really outspoken, self-righteous and I can often be found at some protest or another, but just then I cowered at the woman's gaze.
"I'm tired. Will someone carry me?" Charity complained far behind me.
"It's your own damn fault for wearing that," I retorted turning to her about to revel in her discomfort instead I nearly fell over as three buff guys from our group rushed to her aid. "Can't you just leave her!" a resonant 'no' reached my ears. Man, this really sucks… she gets everything and I'm stuck carrying the extra baggage. Gawd Damn! I sound like a bitter jealous bitch! And I'm so not; I'm just suffering hell on Earth.
"Vicky dear hurry up." Oh no… she did not just call me 'Vicky' ARGH! I'm gonna see that those guys drop her! Yeah, drop her into some abandoned ditch and leave her there to rot. I've told her not to call me 'Vicky' and what does she do? Call me 'Vicky' I must plan my revenge… damn, I got nothing. I'll ask Sasha for ideas.
"Hey Ria, check out this view!" Sasha called out to me; I struggled up the rise of the ruins in my Converse chucks. I know, not exactly the best choice for hiking, but they are the most comfortable right now and I couldn't afford to buy boots nor could I ask my parents for the cash… so chucks it is. He offers his hand and helps me up, unfortunately his revenge ideas were none too legal or would compromise with my conscience. ARGH!
"Beautiful… simply beautiful." I breathed; I leaned into Sasha's arm before following the rest of the group to where our guide was speaking. Apparently, this area used to be covered in forests and was cleared to make way for the settlement. I could hear Charity comment about one thing or another. I wish she would just shut up!
Sasha noticed my facial expressions and nudged me, "Hey, Ria… I spoke to Henderson about the buddy thing. Unfortunately, she said that the buddy thing will do you two some good."
"I doubt it, knowing Charity, I'll be doin' all the work, while she stands around posing for pictures." I retorted. I reached into my pack and pulled out a bag of trail mix. Sighing, I crouched down and munched on the food… I can't help it I'm always hungry. Probably the whole reason I'm not twig thin as Charity, I don't think I've ever seen her eat… only gum.
"Alright everyone, please get with your partners we will be doing a mock excavation of the area that's marked in the yellow flagged area, then we will reconvene to discuss our findings." Henderson announced in that mousy voice of hers. Regrettably I broke away from Sasha and went to look for an excavation site… Damn Charity just had to choose the farthest and most difficult one before I could even start. Have I mentioned that she is the evilest bitch in the entire universe?
"Vicky! Look, this one is the best."
I raised a brow at her. "Are you gonna help?" She laughed, why'd I even bother asking that platinum blonde? Her cold blue eyes spoke volumes.
"In this outfit? Besides, you look like you could use the exercise Vicky. What are you, a size 24?" I won't respond, I won't respond, I won't respond. I'll just dig a hole deep enough, push her in and bury her!
"Charity, lay off, she's a size 7 and got the nicest wet jewel I've ever seen." Sasha drawled as he and his new trip buddy, Reina passed by. I nearly choked on my water. OH MY GOD! I can't believe he said that! I blushed as some of the buff guys from earlier looked me up and down. I'm gonna kill Sasha Helinsky if it's the last thing I do.
"That's because you've never seen mine, Sasha baby." Charity purred, leaning to push up her busty figure.
"I don't like leftovers, and you're as leftover as they come." Sasha grinned before leaving with Reina. I love him, and he's my best friend but GAAD DAMNIT! There are lines that never should be crossed like they were today.
"So, you're tappin' that eh? I should of known when he turned me down that he has no taste." Charity stated plainly.
"He does have taste, you fuckin' tart. You're just too much of a whore that'll spread her legs for anything with a dick, that's why he would dare dirty himself with you." I retorted. I thought that'd shut her up once and for all… it shut her up all right, but it also led to one of the strangest things to ever happen to me.
The bitch picked up my unattended backpack and started rifling through it looking for who knows what. "Ooh, this is pretty," She said. I looked up to see her fingering my grandmother's locket, I had taken off my jewelry to do the excavation and now Charity's getting her whoring fingers all over the ancient silver.
"Put. That. Down. Now." I said through gritted teeth. But she continued to play with the precious silver piece and walk down the slope. Dropping my tools, I grab my pack and climb the slope to go after her. "Give it back," I growled. Charity turns to taunt me but something apparently caught her eyes and she goes after it instead. "Hey! Come back here!"
I chase after her; she's running after a small animal. GOD! She's remarkably fast for wearing cork sandals, and I follow the flashes of pink through the green forest.
Abruptly she stops and I end up crashing into her and falling back. I catch a glimpse of what she was chasing… a rabbit. I shot a glare at the girl standing in the pink micro-mini dress, before ripping the silver necklace from her grasp.
"Oh, it' so cute. Look Vicky, isn't it darling."
"Yeah, it's just about as darling as my foot hitting the back of your head. C'mon, we gotta get back to the dig." I say picking myself up from the forest floor. The furry creature wiggles its nose and Charity coos… ew, how sick. This is very Alice in Wonderland, because as I start to head back towards the dig, she screams and pulls on me.
The last thing I remember is that everything goes black as we fall.
Well, this is chapter 1. I really hope you like it. This idea was bugging me for a while so here it is to share. Don't worry, I won't abandon any of my other stories, I just needed to write something different. Tell me what you think, I thrive on Reviews and suggestions. Thanks,
June-Birdie