Courtney's POV
I was late! I hated being late it was unprofessional and just plain rude. I stared at the digital clock on the dash board once again. 6:30 flashed across the screen in a red light. That was half an hour later then I planned. The plane was scheduled to leave at 7, and sure it was a private plane or jet thing but still it was the principle of it. Yes I knew they would wait for me but I detested the idea that I was the one that slowed the trip down.
"Excuse me do you think that you could maybe speed up the pace a little?" I asked in a sweet voice, I was getting annoyed with his slow speed but I still tried to retain my respect for elders.
"It's a key point to always remember giving respect to your elders, it will get you far", I quoted my mother's words in my head. The smile on my face broadened.
10 minutes later I finally got out of the broken down taxicab and into the airport. The small ticket I had in my hand was a weird silver color. It reminded me so much of a cheap wad of tin foil. When the ticket person saw mine he immediately called over two taller guys to escort me elsewhere. At first I thought that maybe I was getting kicked out and the ticket that he had mailed me was false but instead of kicking me out they took me to some set off part of the airport. There was a row of metal detectors all empty yet ready to go, and I was passed through in no time. My carry on was checked and my luggage was taken away so I was on the plane (or jet, whatever you want to call it) at five minutes to seven. Which wasn't bad but i could've done so much better.
The plane was amazing! You could tell it was made for only the best of the best. The windows were draped with red curtains that complimented the cream colored walls and tan leather seats. Above on the archway was a large flat screen TV that was playing the movie "Last Holiday" on it. "Why do all the planes play that movie?" I thought to myself.
Smiling I began to observe my fellow passengers. I was the kind of person that could pick up small details in a short glance and a mile away. So as I was walking calmly down the aisle I only had to look out of the corner of my eye to get a good picture of who I was dealing with.
In the first row on my left was a pair of what I could only describe as wanna be twins. The girl sitting on the outside was very skinny and was a deep tan color. The girl next to her had to be ironically her polar opposite. She was pale white and a little on the plus side. What made them an ironic duo was the fact that they both wore the same outfit of pink short shorts and a black and white striped belly shirt (which to be honest was not at all flattering on the bigger girl). Their hair was tied up in to high pony tails with pink barrettes and they both wore the same happily lost expression.
Across from them were two males. They both looked considerably short but I couldn't really tell while they were sitting down. One had his nose dug deeply into some book that he was reading, his black hair swung down slightly with him. I couldn't really see his face that well but I did manage to spot his furrowed brow. He looked like the kind of boy who thought he was better then every other person aorunf him and that he was almost suprerior. Which he made clear by flat out ignoring the boy next to him who was talking about his endless supply of "Skill". The guy sitting next to him reminded me so much of Napoleon Dynamite. He looked like they could possibly brothers in fact. His hair was a tangled up mesh of carrot red and he wore glasses that practically took up his entire face. His skin was pasty and filled with freckles and he said gosh every four seconds. "Yep, defiantly a wanna be dynamite", I muttered in near silence so I didn't offend him. I didn't want to make any enemies here.
Sitting behind them I saw something that made me instantly sympathetic. On the inside of the row was a buff looking girl who was listening to music. Her uni-brow was pushed together in an angry stance with her lips matching suit-pulled back in a snarl. And who was she snarling at? That would be the awkward looking boy next to her. His entire body was shivering with fright even though I could tell he was still trying to cover it up with a bad imitation of a tough guy. His clothes I could tell were hand-me-downs because of the used look they projected as well as the visible patch up work all over his jeans. On his head was an over sized snow hat complete with the fuzzy ball on top giving his face a squished affect.
Across from the poor kid was another pair of boys far different from the first. And it wasn't really because of the one sitting on the outside of the row. No, he looked like your average geek: scrawny, preppy clothes, and gaped tooth. Next to him though was what I could only describe as the most gorgeous boy I had ever seen in my whole life. And I'm not talking school boy cute, or football jock cute, no I'm talking about super model hot! You could see clearly through his olive green shirt his perfectly toned body. His hair was a fountain of dark black that cradled his tan chiseled face. And his baby blue eyes stood out like Christmas lights on a winter night.
Wow! I couldn't help but gawk for a minute or two at the boy before. I came to my senses quick though, I was never one to really go head over heels for cute boys. I had more self control then that. So collecting myself-and my drool I continued down the aisle.
In the seat behind them, were what looked like two daddy's girls. Their clothes were expensive designer labels and very small. The girl sitting in the row seat looked like a blonde ditz. She had long golden locks kept up with a blue bandana which matched her sky blue eyes that held a lost expression. She had the type of body that most girls…and women would kill to have. The girl next to her had a similar body (that I was positive she knew about because she chose to wear an outfit of short shorts and a belly shirt), and long black hair that flowed down her back. Her expression was the exact opposite of her friend's innocent one. It was almost a snarl in fact, like she detested everything around her. I could automatically tell I wasn't going to like her. Everything about her just screamed snobby rich girl.
Sitting across from the ditz was a stout girl with a pair of black round glasses hanging loosely on her button nose. She wore her chestnut brown hair in a sloppy ponytail that was threatening to loosen. She wore a Girl Scout outfit that fit in perfectly with her freckled face and pink braces. I had to feel a little bad for her though because she looked like she was barely fitting in her seat but not because she was fat or anything it was because of the boy sitting next to her. He was the kind of boy that I could tell was happy all the time. The oblivious kind that found every waking second of the day fun. He had shaggy blonde hair and a twinkle in his eye that made me lightly giggle when I passed their row.
In the next row was a girl dressed in blue and black. I could tell from both her dark clothes and gloomy face that she was Goth and just looking at her depressed and indifferent expression brought my own mood down. She was looking out of the window trying to block out the noise on the plane and ignore the boy sitting next to her, who was sneaking quick peeks at her. His green eyes were calm and his face was framed with a mop of black hair. His peachy skin was slightly flushed from embarrassment after making eye contact with the girl.
"Aww", I thought to myself. Watching them was sort of cute.
The guitar case laying in between his legs was in the face of two girls behind him. They didn't seem bothered by it though because they didn't look cross at all. The girl sitting next to the window was a big boned black girl. I couldn't really call her fat in fact she was far from it, but she did look built. She had two earphones in her ears and her almond shaped eyes were laced with worry because of the other girl in that row. The girl she was looking at reminded me so much of those insane lunatics you see in movies that get strapped up in those crazy jackets. She had this menacing smile on her lips and she was laughing evilly for some unknown reason. Her frizzy red curls bounced wildly everywhere. Not really wanting to make eye contact with her I looked on to who was behind them.
The next couple of people were a boy and girl who looked like they might just be related. The girl who was sitting on the inside of the row had dyed burgundy red hair that was starting to fade showing dark brown roots. Her wavy hair came passed her shoulders and contrasted with her light brown eyes. Her light tan skin was similar to the boy's next to her, as well as her eyes. His dark curly hair was moosed back giving him a sort of suave look. Both of them were moving their hands in fast gestures (I believe it was sign language) absorbed in whatever conversation they were having.
Across from them I heard a male voice (a lot faster than normal) talk animatedly to his seat partner. His bright blonde hair and green eyes justled every other second as if what he was saying was more important then what he was talking about a second ago. The girl sitting next to him (who reminded me of the two daddy's girls in the front) was giving him a weird look of annoyance and worry. She even tried proving she wasn't listening by moving her pin straight brown hair over her shoulder, creating a wall between them.
Behind them were two very quiet figures. One was a tomboy looking girl, that wore a red t-shirt with the words "skate and sleep" and a pair of loose tattered cargo capris. Under her skater shoes laid a black and orange skateboard. Next to her was a tall looking boy that was staring intently at the chair in front of him. His jet black hair hung in front of his face and covered half of it. He had angular features and dark purple eyes that at first looked black, but after a few seconds of staring you would be able to realize their true color.
In the second to last row was a girl with a wide warm smile, and it wasn't fake either because it seemed to flow all the way up to her dark brown eyes. She was overall very small and her light brown hair (that was extremely shiny) seemed to take up half her body. In her hair was a large white and pink lily that made her look like she was shooting a commercial for a jungle movie. Next to her with just as big of a smile as the girl was a boy who was of average size. He had a dark brown complexion, like coffee with only a little bit of milk in it. His glasses were not nerdy and large like the others but the frame was small and square, like designer frames. They were both talking to the boys sitting behind them.
Sitting on the inside was a jock looking guy that had an average amount of muscles. He wore a red jump suit and a comforting smile. His long brown hair was kept in order by a red and white headband. He was talking excitedly to the others about some kind of sport that he had done in the past summer. It couldn't have been that important, after all it was just a sport. The boy he was standing next to (they were both standing up to talk to the people in front of them) at first glance made me think that he was just some dumb muscle head that always tried to show off his body "to the ladies". But at second glance he looked very sweet, his eyes were gentle and his smile soothing. He was very tall and most of his brown/black hair was covered by the white beanie he wore.
Across from them was a boy that wore a light tan looking cowboy hat. He looked like the Bahamian kind of boy, laid back and ready to have fun. He wore an unbuttoned pink shirt, jean shorts and brown sandals. His posture was lazy and calm and he was talking excitedly to the boy next to him.
The boy next to him from the moment I saw him I knew that I wouldn't ever get along with him. He wore a black t-shirt with a cream colored skull on it. Under the black shirt he wore an off white long sleeve along with a pair of light denim shorts and red converses. On his neck was a revolting dog collar with silver spike studs popping out of it. His build was slightly above average and you could see the shape of his muscles under his clothes. His face was filled with piercings, and he sported a small goatee. His hair like his piercings stood out. It was partly buzzed on the sides and the very top of his head had a green spiked Mohawk. But the most striking thing had to be his icy blue eyes. He must have felt my eyes on him because his head bopped up in a second.
I don't know anyway that I could really explain it, but when our eyes met I couldn't look away. It was like a pull that kept me locked in my place unable to move. His expression was just as lost as mine. He didn't say anything and he didn't move either. It was like the world had stopped moving and only we were aware. And then the moment was over. He was first to break it by quickly shaking his head and giving me a wink. His mouth that was agape in shock twisted into a sarcastic grin.
"Mph!" I snapped out of it and looked away in disgust. I knew I wouldn't like him. He didn't even know me and he was already making passes at me. What a pig!
In front of that seat was a petite looking girl with long blonde hair tied up in a ponytail. She was wearing a teal jacket and looking contently out of the window.
"Um can I sit here?" I asked in a sort of shy voice. I didn't want to make a bad impression at first introduction.
"Of course", she replied quickly with a warm smile. "I'm Bridgette by the way"
"Courtney, nice to meet you", I said to her as I extended my hand for her.
The plane ride took only a total of two hours at most to get to the school. The whole time I spent it talking to Bridgette. We didn't have much in common but somehow we still managed to talk about something. I could tell that we were going to be good friends later on.
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Duncan's POV
I looked around as i normally did whenever I entered a new place. We had finally arrived on the school grounds and were slowly gathering our bags. The jet's resting area (i wasn't sure what they called it, and i dont really care) was huge in size. The cement room looked as if it could easily hold three more jets the same size. I think what made it so large was the fact that it was basically empty. It held nothin but the jet, and us, the rest of the room was undisturbed by junk. Across from us nearly 200 ft. or so away was a metal double door fit for a castle, and it seemed to be the only way out besides the roof. The roof was made up of two even larger metal doors that slide open once the jet came close to the grounds. and it stayed open too, letting the moon leak in with it's surreal glow to blanket us. The night air which happily glided through the open roof as well was cool against my cheeks. It was the kind of cold that wasn't brisk or uncomfortable but welcome. I let the light breeze cover me as I stretched my body out. I knew it was only an hour or two at most, but it felt like forever since I was standing on both feet. And I wasn't the only one who thought that because I could see nearly everyone else trying to loosen the knots the plane ride had given them.
"Welcome to Stonewall", a familiar voice called across the large cement room. I looked up to see a head of snow white hair not too far away.
"Waters", I confirmed in my head I would be able to spot him a mile away with that hair.
With a small smile he walked over to us using an antique looking cane. It was crafted of wood and had intricate detailed trees carved into it. Every leaf and branch was perfectly made as if it were the real thing. The tree looked almost…alive. "I am Headmaster Waters, or Professor Waters if you prefer…" he trailed off saying something else but I wasn't as interested anymore. I was more interested by the ebony cane in his hand that seemed to thumping with life.
"Wait a second when did he start using a cane?" I asked myself. I didn't remember it from when I had last seen him at the center. In fact he was walking better than most people I've seen his age.
"Maybe he got in an accident or something", I mumbled lowly. I knew from experience that a lot could happen in just a few short days so who was I to question it.
"No accidents, one of my students made it for me, so I like to show it off every now and then. Plus I think it makes me look good." Waters chuckled out....Oh yeah Forgot that he could do that. I was going have to be more careful from now on so he couldn't read every thought of mine.
"Of course", I sarcastically agreed while rolling my eyes for a more dramatic effect. He didn't seem to mind it though because he just kept laughing before starting his tour.
"Follow me if you will", he called over his shoulder in his soft british accent before heading down a wide hallway and outside.
I let the others go ahead of me as I drifted to the back. I didn't mind being in the front but I would be able to scope out everyone else better from here. It was a habit of mine to check out everyone I was dealing with and since I couldn't get that great of a picture on the plane I had to do it now. I checked out each of their postures and their expressions. I only knew a few of their names from conversations on the plane and from over hearing conversations as we walked across the schools lawn. So far I knew DJ's, Geoff's, Tavon's, Rose's and Tyler's name but I still had time. From what I could see I could already make out their personalities for the most part. There were obvious snobs, then there were the geeks and the outcasts, and then there were the laid back and partying people.
"Hey dude!" Geoff's voice rang in my ear knocking me out of my observations.
"Huh- oh what's up?" I asked slightly irritated by the disturbance. I nearly had everyone pegged.
"Nothin' man you just looked out of it, you ok?" he asked me slightly intrigued.
"Yeah it's all good", I said to stop his suspicion. There was no point in trying to explain my habit to him most people didn't get it.
When we caught up with rest of the group I saw Waters unlocking a great wooden door. It was literally twice the size needed.
"This, will be your new residency", he started as he welcomed us inside.
The room he led us to was so different than it's outside. It was more modern while the exterior was like something out of an old medieval flick of dragons and knights.
In the middle of the room was a huge brown sofa that looked like it could fit up to ten people in it. The front of the sofa was facing a 52 inch flat screen that hung securely on the wall. There were also some landscape pictures placed on the wall here and there that matched the tan carpets. The room wasn't that big and extravagant but for a college it was pretty sweet. The flat screen especially.
"This will be your new common room, it's pretty basic but you can add whatever you like later on", he started letting us take it all in before continuing. "To your right you'll see your new coat closet. The laundry room is right down the hall. You'll be sharing with the other houses but there are plenty of washers and dryers for you to use. That being said I'm sure none of you will have an issue with this".
"Right, just down here you'll see the bathrooms." He led us out of the room (that surprisingly fit us all) and stopped us in front of a wooden door with the figure of a lady carved into it. "On the right side is the girl's bathroom, on the left the boy's. You'll see that inside there are four showers and toilets. Which means yes you will have to share…but I'm sure we won't have that problem with any of you good folks", he flashed them all a smile before walking to the other side of the wall. I had to admit this guy knew how to play his cards well.
Reading my thoughts again he gave me a quick smile before showing us the boy's bathroom that was just on the other side.
"Now to your quarters", he headed up the winding staircase with ease. The hallway upstairs was divided into two sections by a thin wall. There was at most two feet of free space between the beginning of the wall and the stair case.
"I'll start with the boys since were already on their side". I perked up my head in anticipation. I still didn't know everyone's name and now was the perfect opportunity to learn. "Ok in room 1 we have Owen and Frankie (the chubby kid and the jittery kid both nodded their heads smiling to themselves), room 2- Noah and Justin (I was guessing the book worm had to be Noah because the pretty boy looked annoyingly at his roommate after being called-and vice versa), room 3- Trent and Daniel (I had talked to Trent a little before the plane ride began so I knew the curly haired kid had to be Daniel), room 4- Harold and Ezekiel (two nerdy kids looked at each other after being called and introduced themselves. The red head geek was Harold and the hand-me-down kid was Ezekiel), room 5- DJ and Geoff (yeah already know them), room 6- Tyler and Cody (since I already knew Tyler I figured the scrawny wannabe across from him was Cody), room 7- Tavon and Dariun (I knew Tavon so the reserved kid who raised his head must be Dariun), and finally the last room goes to Duncan", he paused for a second before looking at me.
"Mph, of course he wouldn't trust me enough to give me a roommate. Not like I blame him though after what I did to the last guy that bunked with me…I hate snorers", I thought to myself.
"It was brought to my attention that this was best but if you really want I could fix it up so you share a room with, lets see Owen and Frankie", he said half-heartedly. He knew I liked it better this way. Besides I would probably end up straggling both of them before the week was out. I looked over to the boys he was talking about. The big chubby guy was busy stuffing his face with some kind of candy bar-that I have no idea where he got it, and the other was too gidddy and wouldn't stop jumping.
"You know tempting offer (I looked back at fat boy)-really it is, but I'll pass", I said trying to keep in the smile. I was beginning to like this guy-
"Don't let that get to your head", my thoughts snapped at him. I forgot for a second that he could do that…again. He just gave me a reassuring smile before starting the girls list. Like I did the first time with the boy's list I watched as he called off the names so I could match it with the faces.
"Eva room 1 will be yours (the muscle girl nodded her head fiercely), Katie and Sadie you will have room 2 (the clones shook with glee), Beth and Joanna room 3(the shorter girl Beth perked up when her name was called and looked excitedly to her roomy-who didn't look as happy) , Heather and Lindsey room 4 (two really hot girls in tight clothes acknowledged themselves. The blonde one-I think Lindsey-nodded her head with dumb joy).
"Not that much going on up there…oh well she's still hot", I shrugged off her stupidity in hopes of getting some action from her in the future. You never knew.
"Leshawna and Gwen (the Goth girl and her friend next to her smiled at each other) room 5, Rose and Shanice room 6 (I knew Rose so Shanice was the quiet girl behind her who barely acknowledged her presence), Izzy and Nicole room 7 (the bright red head and skater girl nodded to Waters) and room 8 will be Courtney's and Bridgette's (the blonde girl with the teal jacket and that tan girl from the plane smiled at each other in mutual joy) ", he stated before saying something else that I didn't really quite catch because I was to busy looking over the crowd rechecking their names so that I got it right. The only people I had an issue with were Sadie and Katie. I knew their names I just wasn't able to pick them apart.
"Oh well I doubt I'll have to use their names separately anyway", I reassured myself. I looked over the crowd again and stopped at the mocha haired girl.
"Courtney…that's what her name is," I thought to myself as I scanned her body over again. I didn't notice what she was wearing before but I did now. It was a grey polo shirt that was rolled up at the elbows and that covered her entire chest and neck. It covered everything but it was still a little tight and I had no trouble making out the curves of her form. It left me guessing and I kind of liked that. Her olive Capri pants clung to her legs as well only loosening when it came near the knees. She had long legs and it was shown even more with the pair or strap up heels she wore. Her back was perfectly straight and her arms were folded across her chest. Her face was nothing but concentrated, as she listened intently on what Waters said. She never broke that concentration either, it was like the world was hanging on what this man said or she was expecting there to be a surprise quiz at the end of the tour. Eager to learn, back straight, wearing a polo, this girl was definitely a prep.
"Another prep, great just what I need. Hot body or not I hate preps" I thought to myself. They always played by the rules and never did anything on the daring side lest they ruin their good name. They were such kill joys and if they weren't ruining your fun they would be the one to rat you out when you did something "wrong". But worst of all when you got in their face about it they drop their façade of I'm better then you because I have more money and shrink back. Pushovers. I rolled my eyes and brought my attention back to Waters.
"- but I'm sure you'll manage. Tomorrow I'll get more into all the rules and stuff like that so I'll leave you to get settled in. Your house supervisor should be coming to pick you all up around 9, so sleep well and good bye for now". With his speech finished he headed back down the stairs (where we followed him) and out the door.
The room was quiet for a small moment, just because none of us really knew what to do yet.
"Well I'm going to bed', the Goth girl Gwen said before grabbing one of her suitcases and heading for the stairs. Her statement seemed to bring everybody else back to life and we all started for our new rooms.