First Day of term
Spencer had woken up with fifteen minutes to get ready, she cursed herself mentally as she jumped out of the bed and rushed into the bathroom. A quick shower was an understatement, she pulled the school uniform on roughly, the slightly customized uniformed looking effortlessly good. Instead of a knew length skirt, she was sporting a very short skirt with the same blue tartan pattern on, her white shirt was undone at the top with the sleeves rolled up. Her tie undone and blazer over one arm as she grabbed the brown leather shoulder bag. On her she wore ankle high riffled socks with blue wedged heels, she pushed the door open and locked it before running down the hallway fully aware of her wet hair curling.
She stopped when she crashed into a body, sending both her and they boy flying onto the ground, she was sprawled on top of the boy.
"Fuck" she cursed, looking to see Sherlock beneath her body. "I was going to apologise but you look good underneath me" she flirted as John helped pull her off Sherlock. They were standing next to Greg in their uniform, Sherlock uniform was like her own slightly customized, the sleeved of his blazer rolled up to reveal his pale arm. The shirt and tie undone slightly. "I woke up late" she said inexplanation.
John gave a small smile "I wouldn't have guess that" he mocked, she gave him a small punch on his arm and pulled on the other side of her blazer.
"Your hair is still wet" Sherlock stated, pulling his black shoulder bag over his shoulders.
"And I haven't brushed it either but as I said, I woke up late." She huffed. "That's why I was running."
"I guessed that" he scoffed, they all began walking together towards the school.
They came out of the school's accommodation and moved towards a small park of sorts that lead towards the school. "Isn't there a shop anywhere?" she asked as she began applying mascara, using her phone screen as a mirror.
"Not through here" Greg answered. "This is the quickest way to the school but you could easily take the main road, there's a small shop there. It would take you ten minutes instead of ten though."
"Ok, I just haven't had a chance to get some fags and by the end of the day I will defiantly need one, I'll take that way home though." She said as she pushed the mascara and phone back in her bag.
By the time they reached the school Spencer's hair had dried into wavy curls, they walked into tutor, she settled down on the same table as them. Their tutor was a youngish man in his early thirties, an English teacher with scruffy brown hair and wide framed glasses. Mr Cooper spent ten minutes taking the register and asking everyone about their holiday's before handing out the time tables, he spent five minutes introducing himself to Spencer, he had read her file and thought that she was just misunderstood. When he settled back at his desk Sherlock, John, Greg and Spencer compared time tables, matching up the lessons that they would be sharing – sciences, music, PE, French. She would have English, art and history with Sherlock. She also had history with John, they had maths together with Greg. Greg and Spencer shared some various study periods (as she did with the others) and citizenship.
The bell rang and they headed off for their first lesson of the day French, they settled into some seats in the front of the class. Spencer doodle in her new book as the teacher was speaking, not paying attention to a word that the old spinster was saying until she addressed her quite aggressively. "Spencer Valentine!" Madame Grey's voice screeched. "Am I boring you?"
Spencer took her eyes off the page and looked at the slightly overweight French teacher. "Yes" she answered simply, gaining her a few gaps from the class.
"Ohh is that right, well if it isn't too boring for you I would like you to come to the front of the class and tell us about yourself." Spencer pushed her chair back and took her place at the front of the class, Madame Grey muttered "In French."
Spencer rolled her eyes. "Je suis dix-sept ans, j'ai commencé à vie à voyager entre la France et l'Angleterre à cause de mon père français et de mère anglaise. À l'âge de neuf ans mes parents sont morts et je suis retourné en Angleterre pour vivre avec mon grand frère qui étudiait à Oxford Univeristy. J'ai été chassé de quatre écoles au cours des dernières années pour diverses raisons, tout en Angleterre et je passe les vacances en France dans ma maison de famille, où j'ai grandi. Il ya beaucoup plus que je pourrais dire sur moi-même mais je doute que la plupart d'entre vous pouviez comprendre ce que je disais passé "dix-sept ans que je suis"." Spencer turned back to face the surprised teacher. "Est-ce suffisant d'un sumamry de ma vie pour vous madame Grey."
(translation - I'm seventeen, i started out life travelling between France and England due to my French father and English mother. At the age of nine my parents died and i moved back to England to live with my older brother who was studying at Oxford univeristy. I have been kicked out of four schools in the last few years for various reasons, all in England and i spend the holidays in France in my families home, where i grew up. There is alot more i could say about my self but i doubt that most of you could understand what i was saying past "I'm seventeen". Is that enough of a sumamry of my life for you Madame Grey.)
The class were silent except a few whispers of surprised. Madame Grey pursed her lips in annoyance, her plan to embarrass Spencer had crashed and burned. "You live in France?" she settled on asking.
"English citizen, spent most of my life up until I was nine in France, My father was a diplomat." She answered with a bored tone.
"And your brother is your guardian?" she asked curiously.
"Yes, he made sure that I never forgot my father's first language." She said, pursing her lips slightly "can I sit down now?" she asked, she registered the teachers slight nod as she sat herself back in her seat next to John.
"That was amazing" John said quietly, not wanting Miss Grey to hear.
"Like so amazing" Greg said "You made her look like a fool."
"No" Spencer said as she picked up her pen and started doodling again. "I just proved that she was a fool, I didn't make her into that." She turned to Sherlock who was staring at her. "I told you that my French was sexy." She winked before returning her attention back to the doodles.
At the end of the lesson Madame Grey set the class some 'difficult' homework, instead of setting it for Spencer, she gave her a French novel and asked her to read it. Spencer agreed and pushed the book into her bag.
Madame Grey called to her as she was leaving "Je suis désolé pour tes parents" which translated in 'I'm sorry about your parents'.
Spencer responded simply as she left the classroom "Ouais, moi aussi, ils étaient de bonnes personnes." Which simply translated into 'yeah, me too, they were good people'.
She and John were then subjected to maths for an hour before break, they sat on the lawn during break, thankful that the weather was ok.
After break they all had music together. The teacher was an aging woman who was unbelievably cranky, knowing all the class and their talents already she focused on Spencer, asking her to give the whole class a performance.
Spencer put up a small fight before finally accepting to do the performance of 'any' song that she wanted. Spencer was nervous but wouldn't let it show as she settled at the piano and started playing.
Her fingers glided across the keys as she began singing "I let it fall, my heart, And it fell you rose to claim it. It was dark and I was over, until you kissed me lips and you saved me. My hands, they're strong, but my knees were far too weak. To stand in your arms, without falling to your feet. But there's a side to you that I never knew, never knew. All the things you'd say They were never true, never true. And the games you play, you would always win, always win— But I set fire to the rain, watch it pour as I touched your face, well it burned while I cried 'Cause I heard it screaming out your name, your name! –When I lay with you I could stay there close my eyes, feel you here forever, you and me together nothing is better. 'Cause there's a side to you, that I never knew, never knew, All the things you'd say they were never true, never true. And the games you'd play you would always win, always win -But I set fire to the rain, watch it pour as I touched your face, well it burned while I cried 'Cause I heard it screaming out your name, your name! I set fire to the rain, And I threw us into the flames
When it fell, something died, 'Cause I knew that that was the last time, the last time! Sometimes I wake up by the door, That heart you caught must be waiting for you, Even now when we're already over, I can't help myself from looking for you. -I set fire to the rain, Watched it pour as I touched your face, Well, it burned while I cried 'Cause I heard it screaming out your name, your name- I set fire to the rain, And I threw us into the flames When it fell, something died 'Cause I knew that that was the last time, the last time, ohhhh! Oh noooo! Let it burn, oh! Let it burn! Let it burn!"
Spencer stopped playing and stood up, taking her seat with the glass as they applauded her politely. She ducked her head in embarrassment, she hated having to play in front of a whole class especially when it looked like no one else was going to be playing.
"Nice voice babe" The gleeful voice of Jim Moriarty came from the table behind her.
Spencer turned her whole body around in her chair to address him. "Don't call me babe, dickhead."
"touchy" he stated simply "it was a compliment, you should be happy."
"I'd be happier if you stopped talking to me, because I've been on my best behaviour today but I'm feeling like hitting you." She hissed at him.
"You should come over to my room tonight, I've been thinking about it, imagining it" he started before leaning forward slightly and lowering his voice "Me and you, my hands on your skin, me touching your sweet cun—"
Spencer cut him off by shoving his head into the desk. "that should stop you thinking about me naked and hopefully help you focus." She said simply in explanation, turning to see they eyes of the class on her.
"Head Master's office now" the music teacher practically screamed at her. "NOW!"
"Chill out, I'm going" she shouted in response as she picked up her bag. "What is everyone's problem? He was the one talking about how he wanted to fuck me, how the fuck was I meant to react."
"Head mast-" the teacher went to scream again.
"I'm going you rattled old hag, stop screaming at me." Spencer said as she ducked out the door and went in the direction of the principal's office.
Spencer saw Sherlock's curly hair by a tree on the lawn and walked over after spending over and hour with the head master. John smiled as she approached.
"Spencer, what the fuck was all that about?" Greg asked. He was sat, like John on the grass eating his lunch, Sherlock was lent against the tree without any food.
She smiled as she sat down in-between John and Sherlock. "Moriarty was asking me to come to his room tonight, said he's been imagining it. I told him to shut up and he didn't so I thought I would smash his head into the table." She pulled off her bag and blazer and crossed her legs.
"He's such a creep" John said in agreement.
Sherlock frowned, his eyes on the space between John and Spencer where Moriarty was approaching, he gestured. "What the fuck does he want now?" he asked as the others turned to see Jim approaching.