Chapter 4
By the time Monday came around, everyone had heard about the new kids in town and that they were starting at Forks High School that morning. Everyone was excited to meet them, but none more so then the Cullen kids and Bella Swan. Jasper and Alice may have already met Hadrian before, but they still wanted to meet the other two and get to know that boy better. The other three vampires were extremely looking forward to meeting their brother and sisters mate, and his friends, whilst Bella was curious about them, as much so as the rest of the town.
So with most of the teenage populace of Forks in the high school parking lot, when the new black car swerved into the parking lot and parked in a spot a few spots down from where Edwards Volvo was, everyone was blatantly staring at it, even the Cullen's. No one got out of it for a minute, before the driver's side door opened and out stepped a girl.
Everyone in Forks could see she was beautiful, and many of the guys could feel their jaws dropping and their eyes bugging out. As she moved around to lean against the rear of the car, everyone could see her perfect figure and her outfit only accented that. She was wearing a high neck, long-sleeved purple t-shirt underneath a summer dress. The dress was indigo in colour, with small blue flowers going up the side and elastic bunching it up underneath her chest. She had on a dark purple cardigan over the top, though it was undone and hanging loose by her sides. She had tight black skinny jeans on underneath with purple converse. Her hair was a light brown, and had pulled into a tight braid, hanging down her back. She had a large purple messenger back thrown over one shoulder.
The passenger door opened next, and the teens of Forks high's eyes all turned to the giant coming out of the car. It was a boy this time, and he really was a giant. He had bright, fire-red hair that was all over the place, and it was quite obvious he either hadn't bothered to brush it this morning he had spent the hours since he had woken constantly running his hand through it. He had broad shoulders and strong arms, shown off by the tight dark red t-shirt he was wearing underneath an equally as tight black leather jacket. He had on tight black jeans that showed off his legs, and light red converse. He had a large red backpack thrown over his left shoulder.
It was a little while longer before the last person came out, and it was another male. This one, though, was the complete opposite of the red-head. his one was petite and delicate. He had long black hair that had been pulled back into a loose low ponytail, and startling green eyes that nearly everyone in the parking lot could see. This one's figure, too, was shown off by his clothes. His loose, long, too big green jumper showed how small his shoulders were by hanging off them, and everyone could see the excess cloth at his sides. As his friends were, he too was wearing tight black jeans, and his converse were a deep green that matched his jumper. He, like the girl, had a messenger bag, though his was green.
All three of the teenagers came to stand together at the trunk if the car, talking quietly to each other before moving towards the office, still conversing in whispers.
. . .
"Why do we have to come to school? Why can't we stay holed up in the house for the rest of our long, never-ending, miserable lives - or at least until we can pass as old enough not to go to school? Or wear glamour's so we look older and we don't get bugged to go to school. Uhh, I can't believe we're doing this." Ron whispered, a whiny tone to his voice.
"We want to blend in, Ronald, and the best way to do that is to be normal." Hermione whispered back.
At that, Ron and even Hadrian turned to look at her, staring incredulously at her as she flushed.
"Or, at least, as normal as we can get." She said afterwards, adjusting the strap of her bag.
"We'll never be normal, Hermione. It's impossible. We never have been, and we never will be." Hadrian whispered next.
"Oh, shush, we can at least try. Anyway, we're here now." She said, pointing at the sign that said in big, bold, cheery colours 'Main Reception'.
Hermione went through first, pushing the door open, and getting the first wave of the horrible stench. Hadrian came in next, quickly followed by Ron, and all three of them had to refrain from pulling something over their noses as the walked deeper into the small office. The smell was absolutely horrible, and they had smelt some pretty terrible things in their short lives. It stunk of strawberries, and though that smell in and itself was all good and fine, in the overly heated office, saturated with the smell of some unknown perfume that they all hoped stayed unknown. Too strong perfume and warm strawberries do not make a good mix when trying to create a welcoming atmosphere - actually, they should never go together, and there should never be a smell of warm strawberries, no matter what the situation was, Hadrian though scathingly, scrunching up his nose.
"Hello, we three are new. Hermione Hayes, Ronald Prewett and Hadrian Black." Hermione introduced, pointing to the correct person.
The secretary, a Ms. Cope according to the name tag she was wearing, had dyed red hair which was greying at the roots, and dark brown eyes set in a wrinkled face.
The three teenagers watched in silent amusement as she blinked for a moment before blushing heavily and fumbling for their schedules.
. . .
They walked out of the office five minutes later, each of them clutching a map of the school a schedule, and a slip for each of their teachers to sign. They still had five minutes before the bell rang, so the three of them decided to walk to their first class slowly so that they could get used to the layout of the school. They all had pretty simple schedules, with all three of them having English first.
Hermione had a schedule of English, Chemistry, Biology, Trigonometry, Lunch, Physics, Gym.
Ron's schedule was English, Drama, French, Art, Lunch, Calculus, Gym.
Lastly, Hadrian had English, World History, Music, Geography, Lunch, Religious Studies, Gym.
Comparing schedules, they could see that they all had three lessons together, including lunch, and Hermione and Ron had enough trouble getting Hadrian to eat on a good day - eating by himself after hours of classes of being stared at by complete strangers wasn't going to happen, and them convincing him to eat something was not going to be easy, so they were extremely glad they had the same lunch period.
. . .
Hadrian walked into World History, having found English extremely easy and quite boring - they were going to be studying Shakespeare for the term, Macbeth, mostly, and Hadrian had already read it, having spent most of his free time during childhood in the Library in Surrey.
But as soon as he walked through the door, he knew that his first World History lesson was going to be a lot different from his English one.
For one, the teacher looked a lot more energetic then the English teacher. It was a woman, who was reasonably plump with bouncy chocolate brown hair and smiling forest green eyes. As he walked up to her for his slip to be signed, he smiled tentatively back at the teacher - Miss. Redburn, if the name plate on the desk next to her was correct.
"Hello, you must be my new student. Oh, of course, I always forget I have to sign this with every new student." She murmured in the end when he silently handed her the slip of paper. "There we go, there we go." She said as she handed it back. "Now, where should you sit. Ohh! I know. There's a free seat by Jasper Hale, over there by the window." She pointed him in the right direction, and as Hadrian turned around to go to his newly appointed seat, he felt himself blink as he looked directly into golden eyes.
. . .
When Jasper had first seen his human mate in the Car Park that morning, he hadn't really thought about it - it hadn't come to his attention that day in the supermarket either, but now that he was sat in World History with his horrible fragile mate next to him, it hit him what had been bothering him last lesson.
His mate's scent, obviously, didn't invoke any blood lust in him, as with any true mate. But he also felt absolutely nothing from those surrounding him. He had dealt with a few true mates as his time in the Southern Armies, and he knew that this didn't happen. A vampire never felt anything to do with feeding when it came to his or her mate, but that didn't stop the blood lust for those around them.
But this was different. All he could smell was human - an underlying smell of sweat, sex and perfume. All teenagers smelt like this, he knew, but it was different for him not to pick out the individual scents for his instincts to pick apart and dissect to see which one would taste better. But he didn't, the only individual smell he could pick up was the smell of his mate.
