I don't really like the 'second FAYZ' stories, so here's an OC one. I know some people don't like these, but I do. I blame role-play. Oh, well.
Anyway, I own nothing (except for Ashlyn.)
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I wake up to find my mom standing over me. "You need to get up. It's your first day and I want you to be ready." I groan and fall back.
"I don't want to go."
"Come on. It won't be that bad."
"Right," I say, getting up, "I'm only being sent to boarding school for rich 'troubled kids.' what could go wrong?" she glares at me. "You haven't even told me why I'm going."
"I did. You nearly blew up the country, remember!"
"But mom!" I protest, "you shouldn't have taken me there in the first place! I mean, isn't there a 'no kids aloud' sign, or something? I mean, just because dad was put of town, doesn't mean you should take me to a top-secret military base! How stupid an idea is that! And you call me impulsive!"
She blushes. "That doesn't excuse the fact that you hacked into a computer that was owned by the secret services. What do you think that says about you?"
"That I'm a genius?" I cut her off before she can respond. "Look, I get it. You're mad. Usually mad parents send their kid to the grandparents, not to a boarding school!"
"You should have thought about that earlier."
"You should have told me you worked for the CIA before now."
"I know, but now I don't. Now I "used to work for the CIA." Thanks to you. So get used to Coates."
I groan but get ready. She forced me to pack weeks ago, so I have clothes. I put on black pants and a red t, trying to draw attention away from my unnerving purple eyes. It won't last for long. I don't apply makeup.
I came to Perdido beach a few weeks back to get used to the weather. It's so much better than Colorado that I don't complain.
When I reach Coates, I see that it really is as dreary as the rumors. Oh this should be fun. I grimace. Definitely different than the school that's almost like a castle I attended. I bid my mother farewell and walk in.
I'm attracting more stares than I'd like. A boy with black hair and curious, calculating eyes makes eye contact with me for a second then I look away. He seems to radiate power. I ignore them all and carry my suitcase up the stairs, head held high and eyes straight ahead. When I reach my room, I lie on the bed and stare at the wall. I am so bored.
Half an hour later, I get up and open my bag, pulling out the laptop. I start it up and go back to working out ways to escape Coates. I'm at this for another fifteen minutes until a knock sounds on the door. I hurriedly save and close before opening the door. It's the boy I noticed earlier. What's he doing here?
"What?" I ask him.
"Can I come in?" I think for a second, assessing him, then nod. His eyes sweep the room, noticing every detail. He also sees I have the rare privilege of a room to myself.
"What do you want?"
His voice is charming, trying to make me comfortable. "Just checking on you. We don't get many new people. I was simply seeing if you were comfortable." I don't buy it, and I continue to stare at him with a raised eyebrow.
"At Coates? Why are you really here?"
"As I said, not many new people." he pauses. "What are you here for?"
I decide to tell him. "I nearly blew up the country and made my mom lose her job."
He laughs lightly, thinking I'm joking. "No, really."
"I wasn't joking." he looks at me curiously.
"How?"
"My mom had nowhere to put me so she brought me with her to a military base. Bad idea, seeing as I hacked into a computer there and almost blew us up. She doesn't work for the CIA anymore."
He smiles. "Why did you hack in?"
"I was so bored, because really, rocket launchers aren't all they're cracked up to be." he raises an eyebrow. "Hacking's wonderful."
"Aren't there guards?"
"There are more now."
He laughs. "How old are you?"
"Fourteen."
"What's your name?"
"What's yours?"
He smirks, and then nods. "I'm Caine." he sticks out his hand.
"Ashlyn." I shake it.
He notices my eyes. "Are those contacts?"
"No. I have purple eyes." I sweep my long, wavy black hair over my shoulder, annoyed. "Anything else?"
"I guess not. I'll see you in class."
"Yeah." he gives me one last look, one that penetrates me, reads me, and leaves.
Drake looks at Caine. They're sitting at a lunch table with Diana. "So what's up with the new girl?"
"What do you mean?"
"What's she in for?"
"I think that's better for her to say."
"That bad?" he smirks.
"Yeah."
"So do you think..." Diana trails off. They all know what she means.
"Hard to tell. You could check, though."
"So she's starting class today?"
"Yeah, after lunch."
"This should be interesting."
I walk into math class. From the vacant looks, I can tell; I'm surrounded by idiots. I should be in calculus.
I see Caine is sitting with a girl with dark hair and eyes and a boy with a sadistic smile who winks at me. Caine waves, but I sit alone, like I always do. It's better that way.
Throughout class, the teacher repeatedly tries (and fails) to pick on me by calling on only me. It quickly becomes known that I'm smarter than everyone else. His questions become more complex, until finally they reach my level. The others are staring at me, astonished. I smirk and roll my eyes. I'm such a show off sometimes.
Caine listens outside of the door as the math teacher talks to her after class.
"Ms. Ashlyn, I need you to know that you cannot show off in class."
"I was answering your questions," she says with false innocence.
"You could have told me you didn't know."
"But that would be lying, and lying is bad." she replies sarcastically. I can feel them glaring at each other.
"Watch yourself."
"Why don't you just move me up? It would be a lot less effort."
She walks out, satisfied, and doesn't notice him.
He walks after her.
I hear someone calling my name. I turn to see Caine walk to me.
"What?"
"Why didn't you sit with us?"
"I'm not a people person." he raises an eyebrow.
"Well, sit with us next class." It's not an offer, but a command. "What do you have next?"
"English."
"Me too." He grabs my arm and all but drags me across the hall. I reluctantly sit down, eyeing the empty area of the classroom. It feels weird, being with someone. I haven't done this in a while. A girl walks over. She's sees me immediately.
"Hey. I'm Diana."
"Ashlyn." she doesn't ask about the eyes, thankfully. We shake hands. What is it with people here and shaking hands? Maybe that's the no-contact thing for me, but maybe not. I don't usually hang around other people. Caine looks at her expectantly, and she nods. I try to ignore them, but they are staring at me. I glance at them, and they don't look away. I raise my eyebrows but say nothing. After class, I walk out, only to find them tagging next to me. Does nothing happen here? Am I that exciting? I didn't think so. I finally seek refuge in my room, and lose myself in the computer.
As soon as she goes into her room to avoid them, Caine turns to Diana. She bites her lip. "So she is?"
"Yeah, she is."
"How powerful?" they're in an abandoned hallway. She bites her lip, looks down, and starts to move away. He makes a gesture, and she is forced to freeze. "How powerful Diana!"
"She's a four." she whispers. He lets her go and stumbles back.
