Chapter twenty
Maree POV
"Maree, right? Seth's..." the one with sandy hair asks before his black-haired friend smacks the back of his head.
"There are humans around, Embry!" the other wolf hisses. I smile and nod. Embry, the one who asked about me looks at my top, he nudges his friend and snickers. I cross my arms and frown.
"May I also know what is going in?"
"Can I get a hug" Embry asks me.
"Excuse me?" I utter before I could stop myself.
"Well, your shirt does say free hugs." He points out. I smile and hold out my arms out to him. We hug briefly and I get the faintest sense of happiness from him.
"I'm Embry." The sandy haired boy smiles, his dark brown eyes twinkle.
"And I'm Quil." The black-haired boy quips as he hugs me briefly as well.
One thing stayed with me as I step back.
"You imprinted on a 3-year old?" Oh, and Emily's niece?!' I half shout at him, they both wince.
"Maree, please. The humans don't know about us." Quil begs. I roll my eyes, and with a flick of my wrists, the room is suspended, time stops for a bit, the only ones moving are me and the wolves. I turn to the room; blank looks are met all around the room.
"If you heard anything that we have just spoken about, well, sorry. You don't remember it now. Carry on with your lives." The spell breaks and I turn back to the two boys.
How did you do that?" Embry whispers as we walk to our seats. Embry and Quil sit together in a two-seater desk and I sit in the one-seater next to them.
"It's called the Mist. It allows the mortals to see what they wanna see." I whisper back to them as the teacher strides into the room. His blond buzz cut and dark brown eyes does nothing to assure us of his professional look, for he is dressed all-too-casual for a class.
"Alright, I hear we have a new student in the class." He claps his hands together and I groan as I realise that it is me.
"Mary Cullen, why don't you come up and introduce yourself?" he looks enthusiastically at me as I stand up and walk over to the middle of the room.
"First of all, teach, my name is pronounced Muh-ri. There is no other way to pronounce it. Secondly, can we make the intro kinda short?" I ask the teacher. He nods, a bit stunned.
"Any questions from the students?" he asks. About ten hands quickly go up. I pick one in the front.
"What was your last school?" the girl asks. Russet-coloured skin, black hair and dark brown eyes-the 'normal' here. Me, with my pale blond hair, and azure blue eyes, I would be classified as an outcast.
"Forks High School; I left because the subjects were too hard." She nods and James, from the door shoots his hand up, desperate to get my attention, I sight.
"Yes, James?"
"Do you have a boyfriend?" he grins manically.
"No." I frown, was this considered 'normal' in America? I mostly spend my years in Camp Half-Blood, just leaving to pick up demigods, quests or for fun.
"Do you want one?"
"No, not par-" I am cut off by James' voice.
"Well, when you want a MANfriend, come to me." he slaps the wooden table in front of him. I raise my eyebrows and snort.
"Mr. Smith, would you please leave your 'pick-up lines' for after school?" the teacher asks.
"Any other questions, or am I free to go back to my seat?" the teacher waves me back. I walk back, relived that they didn't ask anything else than the supposed 'norm.' I'm already standing out with my looks, just wait 'till I get to Gym.
The teacher talks about the shapes that appear in Geometry and then shows some on the old blackboard. I zone out and stare at the woods surrounding the school but come back to earth when I feel a rock poking me in the side.
"Ow!" I mutter, looking around and realizing it was Quil who poked me and not a rock. He points to the front.
"Well, Miss Cullen, seeing as you are staring outside, I presume you know everything there is about Geometry. Care to explain to the class how I got to this conclusion?" he taps the board and I stare at it, trying to make sense. The lines squiggle around and change into something else-in Greek. I frown until I can decipher it, then; I speak hesitantly, guarding my words.
"You added the last two answers, divided them by four and times it by three." (A/N: I don't really know anything about geometry-took it because it seemed like the easiest.) He nods, and attacks another pupil who is sleeping. I sigh in relief and look up to the ceiling, where I whisper inaudibly a thank you to Athena; at least the goddess of wisdom is on my side.
Quil and Embry walk with me until I push them to their respective classes, only to be joined by Alix and Cara.
"Hay, MUH-ri!" Alix over-emphasizes my name and I sigh.
"Yes, Alix? Hi, Cara." I smile politely at the second girl. She seems to be overshadowed by the other girl. Alix slugs an over-tanned arm around my shoulder.
"I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out with us, at lunch, after school, a few days from now..." she trails off, upon seeing Leah rush over to me.
"Bug off, fly." Leah snarls at Alix, who jerks Cara's arm away with her.
"Heard you wanted help." The wolf shrugs.
"I didn't say anything." I frown, confused.
"Hmmm, I'm sure I heard something." She shrugs and steers me to the English classroom.
"Oh, well. Come on." She plops me down onto an empty seat in the back row and sits by me.
"Ok, so the teacher is this really old teach, who lets us do anything we want. She's extremely gullible." She hands me a small book. I hold it far from me to see the title.
"Odyssey. Hah! That's kind of ironic!" the teacher walks in, flanked by two new students.
"Say hello to your new two students: Eric and Janet." She says in a monotonous voice. Eric has mousey brown hair and watery blue eyes. His face is like stone. Janet is an exact replica of him, only having feminine facial structures.
"Aren't you a new student as well?" Leah turns to me.
"Yeh, but don't say anything. I hate talking about myself." She nods.
"Class, turn to page 15 of your literature book. New students are expected to catch up in their own time. The twins sit by each other in the first row, whereas Leah and I sit in the back row. I slump in the seat and am already bored; all demigods know the real story of Odyssey.
We read for the duration of the period.
Leah stands outside of the English classroom and Seth bounces up to us.
"Uhm, I have Ancient Greek now, what about you guys?" I ask, fiddling with my strap.
"We both have Spanish now. See you in lunch, Cullen." Leah jokes and bumps me on the way to their class. I study my map once again and find out that my Ancient Greek class is my Geometry class as well.
I knock on the door.
"Sir?" I ask tentatively. But it is now a different teacher. This new teacher has dirty blond hair and dark green eyes, rimed with blue.
"Yes?" he says.
"I'm Maree Cullen, new student of this class." He waves me in.
"Take a seat, Miss Cullen. Alright. This is beginners Ancient Greek." I snigger in my mind and smirk.
"What is so funny, Miss Cullen?" he asks in Greek, his name I now see written in Greek on the board.
(Collins)
"Well, its just that I have been fluent in Greek since about 6 years old." The class stares at me, most probably because I spoke in Greek as well.
"I'm half-Greek." I explain.
"You don't look Greek to me." Mr. Collins frowns.
"I mostly take after my mother, she was a very pale person." I laugh in my head. Most children of Apollo have blond hair and blue eyes. As I laugh, I wonder where Nico has been, it's awfully silent in my head.
"Oh, well, we don't have a advanced class, so you can be my assistant." I nod. We quickly get the ball rolling by teaching them basic greetings in Greek. But, somewhere along the line, the greetings were misinterpreted and one kid started to show off with his pitiful Greek, and ended up with saying goodbye to me and telling me how much his goat loves me.
"Amateurs." I snicker as I walk around the never-ending halls, trying to locate my locker when I bump into someone.