Nothing I Expected
Disclaimer: Manhattan productions are the sole owner and distributor of Totally Spies.
Disclaimer: Concept, ideas and OCs all belong to me, UID 140135
Chapter 1
BEVERLY HILLS HIGH, 12:22 PM, THURSDAY 20 JULY
"OH MY GOSH, HAVE YOU SEEN THE NEW HOTTIE ON CAMPUS, HE JUST TRANSFERRED, HE'S SO CUTE!" a really high-pitched Clover squealed at Sam and Alex as she joined them at lunch. The only reactions she got out of her friends was a raised eyebrow from Sam as she continued to read her 19th century literature textbook and an extra large slurp from Alex and her milkshake. Crestfallen, Clover slid into her seat.
"What's with you guys? Didn't you just hear me say there's a new hunk on campus? Hello?" she called, waving a hand in front of Sam's nose. Sam slammed her book closed.
"So what, Clover? Neither of us is going to have a chance with him with you around!" she snapped. She shoved her book back into her bag, grabbed her lunch tray and stalked off. Clover watched her as she walked off, her mouth wide open. She turned to Alex, who just shrugged while slurping her drink.
"Did I miss something?" she asked. Alex stopped, and then sighed.
"I don't know what's up with her lately. She's been so quiet, so-"
"un-Sam," Clover finished for her.
"Yeah, that's it!" Alex said excitedly. Clover rolled her eyes.
Sam sat in the library, silently angry at herself, at a table opposite the history section. The bell rang for next period so she stayed where she was for study hall, while other students ran out and in.
She hadn't been feeling right. She had a guess that it had to do with being cooped up with Alex and Clover almost 24/7. Maybe it had to do with her not having a boyfriend. She sighed, staring at the 20th century woodblock print on the page she was reading, not really taking it in. I think I'm lonely, pure and simple, she thought to the picture.
"Excuse me, can ye please help me?" a soft voice whispered. She looked up, startled out of her funk. Her breath hitched when she looked at the boy standing in front of her. He was breathtakingly gorgeous. Sapphire-blue eyes stared at her through long black lashes, an ivory complexion surrounded by loose chocolate-brown hair reaching beyond his shoulders. He mistook her look at his hair as disapproval, immediately fumbling for something in his back pocket.
"Uh, sorry, I'll just tie this back now," he stuttered as he nimbly tied his hair back. "I thought that since this was an American school that there was nigh a dress-code," he explained softly through a Scottish accent. Sam felt her face redden to the shade of hair.
"There, there isn't actually," she stammered. He eyed her in confusion.
"Then why the look?" he asked, watching her blush an even deeper of red. He grinned.
"It's my accent, right?" he said seriously. Sam looked at him.
"What?"
"My accent. It's put your knickers in a twist, hasn't it?" he continued seriously. He watched as her face went from self-conscious to anger, enjoying trying to banter her into a confession of staring.
"Serves ye right for making me put my hair up. Can I get your help now, or should I find someone less flabbergasted by me?" he said teasingly. Sam didn't know what to say, she was so confused and tongue-tied by his run-arounds.
"Can ye help me tae find 'Paradise Lost'? I cannae remember the author and your book says ye know more than the rest of these bodies." He smiled at her, once again friendly.
And excessively cute. Sam couldn't help but melt.
"I'm Gabriel King," he said by way of introduction, holding out a hand. She took it, letting him pull her to her feet.
"Sam Simpson."
Di di di di di di!
"Hey Jerry, what's up?" Alex said happily as the halo image popped up.
"Bad news, I'm afraid. Several important women have disappeared in the last forty-eight hours. I need you girls to investigate this immediately. By the way, where's Sam?" he enquired, peering from Alex to Clover.
"Study hall," Clover replied. Jerry nodded, before opening a WOOHP tunnel underneath them.
"What's that funny noise?" he asked her as she just stood up from the desk. She looked towards her bag, a bead of sweat popping up on her forehead. Before she knew it, a WOOHP tunnel opened underneath her, sucking Gabriel with her into it. A flurry of pages was left behind.
"What's going on?" he yelled past the turbulent wind of the tunnel. Sam's reply was snatched away by the whooshing air. Then with a yelp, she landed on the couch with the other girls, Gabriel landing with a wincing thud on his back on the floor in front of them.
"IT'S THE NEW HOTTIE! Wait, why was he with you?" Clover asked Sam accusingly.
"Oh dear, another drop-in," was all Jerry could say. Gabriel opened his eyes, wincing as he sat up. He looked at the girls, then slowly to Jerry. His eyes lit up in recognition, then instantly blanked. He looked back to Sam, who was looking at him with a stunned look on her face.
"Sam? Where are we?"
To be continued…