This is my very first Fic, and I'm writing it mostly as an outlet. I'd love to hear some feedback on it. Yes, it is a Twilight, Labyrinth crossover but it won't religiously follow the characteristics of either story. Hope you enjoy!
Obviously I don't own Labyrinth or Twilight. They are the property of their respective creators.
I stumbled into my Bio I class in an incredibly ungraceful fashion. This served to draw unwanted attention from the already full classroom. I tried to smile, but my face was too cold and I'm sure I looked slightly deformed. I was almost grateful for the blush heating my skin.
"Sarah Williams, I presume? Mike told us you would be joining the class today." The overly friendly biology teacher extended his hand toward a desk at the back of the class. "You'll be partners with Mr. King."
Ew, is he going to be one of those teachers who refers to everyone as Mr. or Mrs. Last Name? He didn't with Mike…. My internal monologue was interrupted by the sight of Mike Newton waving so excitedly I thought he might fly away.
"Hey Mike," I mumbled as I passed him, embarrassed both for him and because of the attention being drawn to me. I'd met Mike earlier that morning, and he'd insisted I sit with him and his friends at lunch. He'd offered to walk me to this class, but I had desperately needed a moment to myself and lied about needing something from my truck. I was already in need of another quiet moment. I fixed my eyes on the table I was headed to and was stopped short at the sight of the boy waiting there.
Mr. King, as our teacher had called him, was sitting with his chair tipped back and his right black riding booted foot resting on the table while his left swung in the air. He wore tight black jeans and a button up white shirt and the exposed sliver of his chest made my heart race a little. His disrespectful stance appeared almost poised, and I was surprised at his gracefulness. When my eyes reached his face I was taken aback at his edgy blond hair. It framed his face which boasted a strong jawline and angular features. His mismatched blue and green eyes didn't even register my presence as he stared at the ceiling.
After I realized I had stopped in the middle of the classroom, I rushed quickly to my seat. It was a poor choice and I tripped as I went to sit, landing hard in my seat. Way to go, graceful. I pushed my hair over my left shoulder to shield me from my handsome lab partner. It was a wasted effort, as he didn't move a muscle to acknowledge that I'd sat next to him.
The teacher, Mr. Banner, I reminded myself from my schedule, began to drone on about mitosis. In Phoenix, cell cycles was the first unit we covered, but I took notes anyway to distract me from King. He was now tapping a beat on his outstretched leg and wiggling his boot back and forth. After it entered my field of vision for the third time, I turned toward him. He was smirking at me… almost wickedly.
"Do you need something?" I whispered politely. Noticing his blank workspace I added, "A pen or paper or something?" His only response was a slow shake of his head in the negative. His scrutiny was making me uncomfortable and a blush rose from my chest. His smirk grew into a toothy grin. I was distracted and oddly attracted to his sharp canines before I realized he was laughing at me and quickly turned away. I really didn't like to be made fun of; it wasn't like I could help blushing. I mean, he was staring at me like a freak! Shouldn't he be the one feeling a little ashamed?
"What's your deal?" I asked heatedly.
He pulled his foot from the table and raised an eyebrow at me, but didn't deign to answer. The cocky way he held his head up and squared his shoulders seemed to announce that he was so much better than all of this. It annoyed me. Just as I rolled my eyes (juvenile, I'm aware) and turned away he made a graceful exit. There were twenty minutes left of class, but Mr. Banner didn't say a word. Maybe he was one of those teachers who doesn't insist you ask for a pass to the bathroom? I thought, but something in me knew that King had sauntered out with no intention of returning. My jaw dropped open a little and I shook my head at the bizarreness of the encounter. Looking back at his empty space, I noticed a small red book he'd left behind. It looked old, with a little cracking on the leather binding and The Labyrinth was scrawled in elegant gold lettering across the front.
Eighteen minutes later, I was still distracted by the book. I should leave it here, definitely. He was incredibly rude. One minute, I'd made up my mind to abandon it. The next, I kind of felt bad for the book. What if it got tossed into a lost and found bin? It was so wet here, it would definitely get ruined. I bit my lip as I packed up my bag and at the last second I shoved it inside the front flap. My hand tingled where it made contact with the book and I made a face at myself for being silly. I'll just find him after school and give it back. I was already dreading the encounter.