Part 2
The high school loomed before her, making Adria feel a little sick. She had thought that escaping from Las Vegas she wouldn't have to deal with this crap again. She winced at the crowds of people going in through the front entrance. She sighed, not wanting to get out of the safety of her car. Warren seemed to have disappeared and gone off somewhere. He'd said he had to see some people and sort out some stuff but that had been two nights ago, and the bastard didn't even have the decency to call her.
So she had been stuck in an unfamiliar city in a cramped two room apartment with Warren's friend Francine who was reclusive and had spent most of the weekend locked in her room only coming out to eat. She had barely said two words to Adria. Only speaking to tell her she'd made the arrangements for Adria's transfer.
Adria hadn't been expecting that, but it beat sitting around with nothing to do, she supposed, forcing herself to get out of the car. She smoothed down the short skirt of her sleeveless olive green dress and ran her fingers through her black-and-white streaked hair, gathering her black leather bag from the back seat and locked the car door. A few jocks pulling into the parking lot next to hers whistled and hooted. Adria just glared and gave them the finger before turning and walking confidently into the school building.
The receptionist was expecting her. Adria was amazed to see everything had been taken care of - even her new identity. She had to bite her tongue from laughing out loud when the receptionist called her Nirvana. Who the hell had come up with that one? Adria thought, smirking. Nirvana Failstar. I guess I'm not going to forget that one in a hurry.
The receptionist had told her to wait. Adria tapped her foot impatiently. She had waited all her life, always put other people first. And here she was - waiting again. She was trying desperately to form her mind into a new way of thinking where only she was the main concern, well her and Warren, but she was starting to have second thoughts about him.
The receptionist came back with a tall girl with long straight blond hair dressed in a long grey skirt and a short sleeved white top with a picture of a bee on the front. Her eyes were an unremarkable blue. Her nose was kind of long and pointed. Her skin surprisingly flawless and the colour of orchids. She was smiling shyly. If she made a little effort, she could have been really pretty. In her old life, Adria would have taken the girl under her wing and helped her become the pretty person she was inside. Now, the sight of the girl simply made her bored and uninterested.
"This is Jolene Duanne, she'll be your guide. She's got the same schedule as you so she'll be the one to show you round, help you get to know your way," the receptionist said cheerfully.
"Whatever," Adria grumbled. I really do not want to be here, she thought.
"We've got European history first," Jolene said, gesturing for Adria to follow her. "It's on the second floor, this way."
Adria sighed with irritation, but followed her. Several times she saw Jolene glancing at her nervously. The girl could obviously tell Adria had no interest in her at all, but she was going to try anyway.
"First time in Philadelphia?" She was making a mild attempt at small talk.
Adria shrugged. She was determined not to be open and accommodating. She heard Jolene sigh with obvious disappointed. This girl is lonely, Adria realised. Probably why she'd volunteered to help out a new girl in the desperate hope of making a new friend. Adria didn't know how long she planned on hanging around the place. She didn't really want to open herself up to the possibility of commitment and then disappoint the other person by suddenly having to up and leave.
They reached the history classroom and Adria took the first seat on the right, only a few seconds later to find herself facing two annoyed people, a stunning movie-star attractive boy with thick blond hair and sky blue eyes, muscular and well dressed in khaki-pants and a white shirt with a egg- yellow sweater knotted about his shoulders. The girlfriend beside him was equally pretty with long red hair, creamy skin and doe eyes. She wore a short blue skirt and matching top with gold chain at her throat. Blue healed sandals graced her feet. "We sit there," the boy said, not even bothering to hide the annoyance and contempt in his voice.
"Both of you on top of each other?" Adria smirked, leaning back in the seat showing she had absolutely no intention of moving.
"No, he sits there and I sit next to him," the girl snapped, pointed to each seat. "So move."
Adria snorted. "No. There's plenty of seats, don't be so fucking petty."
People around her were staring in disbelief. Adria maintained her ground, keeping her expression blank and uncaring. The boy looked at the girl and shrugged, taking the seat behind Adria. The girl looked horrified, but took her regular seat anyway. "There are certain ways in this school things work," she said pointedly, taking her books out a DG purse she carried. To Adria's surprise, she noticed a charm on the gold bracelet - a black foxglove. This girl was a werewolf?
The girl saw her looking and smiled a little. Adria held up her arm and showed the black foxglove tattoo she had on her left wrist. "Hey, what's goin' on, you guys know each other or something?" the boyfriend was poking Adria's back.
Adria scowled at him, wishing she could bite the finger off. As fun as that would be, she didn't think it would give her good standing in a new school. She looked over at the girl, her eyebrow raised in a question. The girl shook her head. Adria shrugged. "No, just keep your hands to yourself, asshole."
"My name's Kody Hartford, not asshole," he said indignantly.
"It is sometimes," the girl muttered, smiling slyly.
Adria made a noise somewhere between a snort and a laugh. This girl was much more fun than Jolene. She had thought at once the two of them were snobby rich brats only to turn out to be completely surprised. Well, the girl had surprised her at least. "I'm Saffron Silverman," the girl at last introduced herself.
Before the conversation could continue the teacher came in and the lesson started. Adria was in a much better mood by the time the lecture ended. Maybe things here won't be so bad after all.
The high school loomed before her, making Adria feel a little sick. She had thought that escaping from Las Vegas she wouldn't have to deal with this crap again. She winced at the crowds of people going in through the front entrance. She sighed, not wanting to get out of the safety of her car. Warren seemed to have disappeared and gone off somewhere. He'd said he had to see some people and sort out some stuff but that had been two nights ago, and the bastard didn't even have the decency to call her.
So she had been stuck in an unfamiliar city in a cramped two room apartment with Warren's friend Francine who was reclusive and had spent most of the weekend locked in her room only coming out to eat. She had barely said two words to Adria. Only speaking to tell her she'd made the arrangements for Adria's transfer.
Adria hadn't been expecting that, but it beat sitting around with nothing to do, she supposed, forcing herself to get out of the car. She smoothed down the short skirt of her sleeveless olive green dress and ran her fingers through her black-and-white streaked hair, gathering her black leather bag from the back seat and locked the car door. A few jocks pulling into the parking lot next to hers whistled and hooted. Adria just glared and gave them the finger before turning and walking confidently into the school building.
The receptionist was expecting her. Adria was amazed to see everything had been taken care of - even her new identity. She had to bite her tongue from laughing out loud when the receptionist called her Nirvana. Who the hell had come up with that one? Adria thought, smirking. Nirvana Failstar. I guess I'm not going to forget that one in a hurry.
The receptionist had told her to wait. Adria tapped her foot impatiently. She had waited all her life, always put other people first. And here she was - waiting again. She was trying desperately to form her mind into a new way of thinking where only she was the main concern, well her and Warren, but she was starting to have second thoughts about him.
The receptionist came back with a tall girl with long straight blond hair dressed in a long grey skirt and a short sleeved white top with a picture of a bee on the front. Her eyes were an unremarkable blue. Her nose was kind of long and pointed. Her skin surprisingly flawless and the colour of orchids. She was smiling shyly. If she made a little effort, she could have been really pretty. In her old life, Adria would have taken the girl under her wing and helped her become the pretty person she was inside. Now, the sight of the girl simply made her bored and uninterested.
"This is Jolene Duanne, she'll be your guide. She's got the same schedule as you so she'll be the one to show you round, help you get to know your way," the receptionist said cheerfully.
"Whatever," Adria grumbled. I really do not want to be here, she thought.
"We've got European history first," Jolene said, gesturing for Adria to follow her. "It's on the second floor, this way."
Adria sighed with irritation, but followed her. Several times she saw Jolene glancing at her nervously. The girl could obviously tell Adria had no interest in her at all, but she was going to try anyway.
"First time in Philadelphia?" She was making a mild attempt at small talk.
Adria shrugged. She was determined not to be open and accommodating. She heard Jolene sigh with obvious disappointed. This girl is lonely, Adria realised. Probably why she'd volunteered to help out a new girl in the desperate hope of making a new friend. Adria didn't know how long she planned on hanging around the place. She didn't really want to open herself up to the possibility of commitment and then disappoint the other person by suddenly having to up and leave.
They reached the history classroom and Adria took the first seat on the right, only a few seconds later to find herself facing two annoyed people, a stunning movie-star attractive boy with thick blond hair and sky blue eyes, muscular and well dressed in khaki-pants and a white shirt with a egg- yellow sweater knotted about his shoulders. The girlfriend beside him was equally pretty with long red hair, creamy skin and doe eyes. She wore a short blue skirt and matching top with gold chain at her throat. Blue healed sandals graced her feet. "We sit there," the boy said, not even bothering to hide the annoyance and contempt in his voice.
"Both of you on top of each other?" Adria smirked, leaning back in the seat showing she had absolutely no intention of moving.
"No, he sits there and I sit next to him," the girl snapped, pointed to each seat. "So move."
Adria snorted. "No. There's plenty of seats, don't be so fucking petty."
People around her were staring in disbelief. Adria maintained her ground, keeping her expression blank and uncaring. The boy looked at the girl and shrugged, taking the seat behind Adria. The girl looked horrified, but took her regular seat anyway. "There are certain ways in this school things work," she said pointedly, taking her books out a DG purse she carried. To Adria's surprise, she noticed a charm on the gold bracelet - a black foxglove. This girl was a werewolf?
The girl saw her looking and smiled a little. Adria held up her arm and showed the black foxglove tattoo she had on her left wrist. "Hey, what's goin' on, you guys know each other or something?" the boyfriend was poking Adria's back.
Adria scowled at him, wishing she could bite the finger off. As fun as that would be, she didn't think it would give her good standing in a new school. She looked over at the girl, her eyebrow raised in a question. The girl shook her head. Adria shrugged. "No, just keep your hands to yourself, asshole."
"My name's Kody Hartford, not asshole," he said indignantly.
"It is sometimes," the girl muttered, smiling slyly.
Adria made a noise somewhere between a snort and a laugh. This girl was much more fun than Jolene. She had thought at once the two of them were snobby rich brats only to turn out to be completely surprised. Well, the girl had surprised her at least. "I'm Saffron Silverman," the girl at last introduced herself.
Before the conversation could continue the teacher came in and the lesson started. Adria was in a much better mood by the time the lecture ended. Maybe things here won't be so bad after all.