Devil takes the Hindmost, chapter 2
A/N: Well then. I didn't expect good feedback. But thanks to Guest, Little Meow Meow and mangere275 for reviewing! And the other four users that favorited. AND THE TEN OF YOU WHO FOLLOWED WITH NO REVIEWS. YEAH. Anyways, I wanted to do a new chapter, so here is chapter two of our high school Divergence love.
TOBIAS' POV:
My lips curl up into a smile as I watch the scrawny girl skitter away, her head obviously wondering what the hell just happened. I, Tobias Eaton, Callister High School's heart throb, has just encountered the beginning of what I hadn't known, would be a beautiful beginning to a roller coaster ride of that strange stiff little girl.
I nudge the shoulder of my best friend, Uriah, and pull him over from the girl he was talking to, Marlene Stevens. She gave me a sizzling glare from pulling him away, but I ignored it. I get that look all the time. Dragging Uriah over to a more private corner, I lean up against the wall, a tacky poster about math above my head.
"Alright, tell me what you know about that girl," I say, looking him in the eyes. Even though we were friends, it was obvious who was more dominant about the orders. His brown eyes stare back at me, as he begins to smirk.
"Marlene Stevens?" he asks, trying to contain his laughter as he continues to tread carefully over raging waters. "Well, she's a flirt, that's for sure, but no offense I don't think she swings my-Oomph!"
I land a well placed punch in his abdomen, not strong enough to kill him, but just enough to knock the air out of him. I grab his collar and pull him closer, ready to sock him in the face if I have to. I have to know.
"You know who I'm talking about, Uriah," I whisper dangerously, "Blonde girl, blue shirt, sneakers. Dropped her schedule. Who. Is. She?"
He laughs and manages to shove me away, as he casually takes his time to brush off the nonexistent dust on his shirt. If looks could kill at the moment, he'd be dead three times and drowning for the fourth time in one day.
"Fine," he said, holding in a famous bark of laughter, which the school would know as his. "From what I see and hear, her name is Beatrice. Beatrice Prior. From Maryland. Just moved here with her brother a couple of weeks ago."
My temporary hatred for my best friend deceases, as I think about those words. Maryland. Chicago. Beatrice. Such a formal name, not my type. But, there was just something about her that begged me for more information. I walk over to Uriah, a casual smile on my face, and say "Uriah, buddy. How long have we been friends?" I sling my arm around his shoulder as the bell rings, so we begin to walk to Mrs. Baker's room. "How many?"
"Well, um, ever since you threw my sneaker on my roof at age, what was it…" he pretended to think, a mocking smile on his face, "Oh right. Five."
"Exactly." I steer him into the narrow room, as we sit in our usual desks. First row, left corner. I smirk at him as class begins and he looks at me, his eyes asking me what I want. I smirk and rip a small piece of paper from my notebook and scribble it down. Chucking it on the ground beneath his feet, he picks it up as he read the request I wanted.
"So, you know she's mine. Make the school know it."
BEATRICE'S POV
Walking into Mr. Eccleston's class, I look around the room nervously, a little in awe of all the new technology and strange screens. We never had these advanced computers. In Maryland, I lived in a very small community, and we had used regular chalkboards, and you'd be considered lucky if your computer even started up at all. I was a little stiff, I guess.
Walking up to a small desk in the front, I smiled nervously at the man. He wore a leather jacket, but a warm smile lit his face as he walked over to me and shook my hand.
"You're the new transfer…Beatrice, right?" he asks, his voice a pleasant blend of an American accent and an Australian accent. I nodded shakily, as he walked back to his desk, put his feet up on it and leaned back in his chair. "Well, happens all the time. I think you'll enjoy Callister. We have the best students and obviously the best teacher-"
I gasp as his feet lose grip on the table and he falls backwards, hitting his head against the wall. I jump up and try to run, but before I can, he pops back up again and smiles a toothy smile. "Me!"
I relax, and soon, begin to laugh. Mr. Eccleston might not be that bad. I sit back down, my hands still shaking as he rubs the back of his neck. He begins to work on his paper work, and my eyes flit around the room, looking desperately for something to do. I had brought no books or sketch pads or anything. I don't even like to draw. All I do it pull out my blue ear buds and stick them in my ear, before resuming the song I was playing earlier, My Angel put the Devil in Me. My brother, Caleb, was a secret fan of the show "Doctor Who" or something like that. Once, on the way here, he began watching an episode and I had watched from over his shoulder, as he had no ear buds.
"You looked at me, my heart began to pound
You weren't the sort of guy I thought would stick around
Hey, but it don't have to be eternally,
My bad, bad angel put the devil in me…."
"Doctor Who, right?"
I jump, and nearly drop my iPod before a pale hand scoops it up for me and I take it from the hand shakily. Looking up, I see a small blonde haired boy, a crease in between his eyebrows. He wore a sort of geeky plaid shirt, and jeans. His hair was all mussed up and he was grinning awfully large
"Um, yeah…" I say nervously, wiping the sweat off my hands. Tucking the ear buds away, I look at him, realizing my error in estimating how loud it had been "How'd you know?"
"Oh, I'm a huge fan," the boy replied, before sitting down in the seat across from me. He set down a gigantic brown satchel, and lifted the flap. Rummaging inside for a bit, he pulled out his own iPhone and showed me his desktop background. A blue police box with a glowing light. "My name is Will. You a Whovian?'
I shake my head, as my heartbeat begins to return to normal. 'He isn't an interrogator,' I reminded myself 'Just a boy.'
"No, my brother is though." I say, smirking a bit. I remember the one time I saw him watching an episode, and a tear had slipped down his face. Yep, that's Caleb, my ultimately nerdy brother. "I'm Beatrice, you?"
A smile leaks onto his face as he stuck his hand out to shake mine. I shook it carefully, still getting used to shaking hands. It was quite a long time since I had had human interaction before Chicago
"I'm Will Lataveer ", he said, his mouth opening to revealing white straight teeth, "Beatrice is so…formal. Don't you have any other names? Like…Stiff?" he asked, as he smiled a bit irritatingly. "You seem to be."
"Don't call me that." I snapped, surprised by my sudden hot headedness. It had been a long time since I had used that tone. "I'm not stiff."
"Sure…" Will laughed, as he pulled out a piece of paper and began to write down a long formula Mr. Eccleston had on the board, "Whatever you say, Stiff."
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