Having successfully retrieved his phone, Alex stepped out of the house at 8am. However reluctant he was to go to school, Alex wanted to be there in time for his first day to make some sort of good impression, even to start rebuilding his reputation, so he had left earlier than was necessary, since Brooklands started at 9am.
He planned to meet Tom at the end of the road, so they could walk together, but Alex doubted his friend would be there any time soon so he sat on a bench nearby, taking out his phone.
As Alex idly browsed through the apps on his phone, he could shake the unnerving feeling he was being watched. He glanced up subtly a few times and noticed a figure in the opposite side of the road at a bus stop, shrouded by a large black coat.
The teen was almost certain this was a threat: it was probably an old Scorpia agent coming for revenge... Decidedly, Alex stood and headed in the direction of the school, his gaze never fully leaving the suspicious figure. He was so concentrated on his escape that he didn't notice Tom come running towards him, bag slung over his shoulder.
'Alex! Alex! Come on, we have to get your timetable from the office, we're gonna be late!'
Alex's head snapped up as he heard his friends voice. He grabbed Toms arm and pointed at the suspected Scorpia agent across the road.
'Tom, I think that guy is a Scorpia agent'
Tom gave him a weird look.
'Alex,' he started uncertainly 'are you feeling okay? That's just Mr Lyon, we see him, like, all the time! He owns the corner shop!'
The spy gave his friend a skeptical look, but glanced at the 'Scorpia Agent' again, and flushed slightly at his revelation.
'Sorry...' Alex muttered 'I'm just a bit paranoid'
'Don't worry about it' Tom replied, but the concerned look he gave his friend told a different story. Deciding to let it pass, he started talking about the latest Xbox game and how Linda broke up with James.
Alex nodded along with the mostly one-sided conversation, but inside he was otherwise distracted.
How could be make such an idiotic mistake? He could have mislead Tom or done something rash, ultimately harming the innocent man! And now his friend was worried about him! He was such a paranoid, senseless idiot. Mistakes can get you killed, there is no learning from them in the real world: you won't have a chance to learn if you're dead. Ian taught him that from a young age.
'Lets go get your timetable!' Tom announced in his over-excitable manner, jolting Alex from his thoughts.
The latter nodded and smiled unconvincingly, letting Tom lead the way. He was already getting looks from students stood outside the school, and he heard various whispers of things like
'Druggie Rider's back ' and 'Is that the weird kid who disappeared last year?'
Overall, Alex managed to ignore them and just about made it to the office without maiming anyone.
They entered the reception, and Alex made his way to the desk. For some reason, he felt slightly nervous, and he felt stupid because of it: teenage super spy, saved the world multiple times, stared death in the face countless times, scared of going to school? Pathetic.
'Hi Miss, can I have my timetable please?'
The woman who sat behind the desk looked up and Alex recognised her as Miss Bedfordshire. Her eyes widened comically in surprise.
'Alex? I wasn't told you were the new student! Where have you been? I was so worried!'
The teen in question smiled nervously but didn't answer. He didn't want to, and couldn't, that information was classified.
'I need my timetable, Miss, otherwise I'm going to be late for class.'
The woman nodded, and passed it over the desk.
'Have a nice day!' She said cheerfully, and Alex gave her another smile then left the room through a door which led into one of the many corridors within the school.
'Our first lesson is Chemistry,' Tom supplied helpfully 'Lets head over there and hang around outside the classroom'
Alex agreed and they walked across the school to the science block, and despite himself, Alex shivered. This section of Brooklands was noticeably newer than the rest, thanks to his shenanigans with his clone, Julius Grief, earlier on in the year.
Again, Alex noticed how, regardless of the location, he was reminded in some way if his spy life. It reminded him of how he would never escape MI6. Gods, his life was messed up. He almost laughed aloud at this thought: of course his life was messed up, MI6 made sure if that.
Finally drawn out of his thoughts, Alex looked up to see some of his classmates gaping at him. What was he, a one-man zoo?
One of them, Dean, a tall, brown-haired boy approached Alex, doing his best to look intimidating.
'So, Rider,' he sneered 'Finally decided to ditch your druggie friends? Or did they ditch you? What about that American slut?'
Alex did his best to remain calm, but at the last comment his eyes narrowed. No-one insulted Jack, not on his watch.
Tom saw Alex's reaction and sent his friend a pleading look, but the spy ignored it. Dean had stepped to far.
Almost without warning, Alex lashed out and punched Dean in the stomach. The taller boy reeled back slightly, gasping for breath, but did not back down.
'Didn't like that, did you? Did the American leave you? Sick of you hanging around with your druggie friends?'
Blinded by fury, Alex charged at Dean throwing punches in succession, most reaching their target. Dean was not as good a fighter as his opponent, of course, but his height gave him an advantage, and they were engaged in a ferocious fight.
The class surrounded the fight, watching wide eyed as the scene unfolded in front of them. Someone must have told a teacher, because, before he knew it, Alex was grabbed from behind and pulled away from Dean, who was in the same situation.
Alex struggled and tried to get out of the grip, but failed and settled on glaring fiercely at his opponent, who did the same. The stern voice of a teacher came from behind him.
'We are going to the Headmaster's office now.'
Boy, was he in trouble now.
Five minutes later, both Dean and Alex were sat at a desk opposite Mr Bray, the Headmaster of Brooklands. Alex
'I have called both your guardian's in and we are going to discuss what happened and what your punishment will be.' He paused for a moment, taking in their bruised and bloody appearances 'By the looks of it, I think you will have suspension, possibly even expulsion.'
Alex froze. Why did he always have to get in so much trouble? He wanted to rebel against K-Unit, but this wasn't part of the plan. He didn't care so much that they would be mad and disappointed in him, but now they would get involved in his school life, and they would be asking why he hadn't been at school much over the past year, because that is what had started the fight in the first place.
As far as he knew, they didn't know that he was a spy. They were only told that he needed someone to look after him since his previous Guardian died, and that he was related to an important MI6 operative. Now they were going to ask questions, and possibly find out the truth. All thanks to him and his hot-headedness.
About ten minutes later, Deans parents came in looking very stressed, and even more so when they saw their rather beaten up son, who looked down at his feet in shame. Alex wondered who would come for him. He hoped it would be Fox, as Wolf would be too aggressive, Eagle would make some stupid joke, and Snake would probably come with bandages and patch him up there and then.
A couple of minutes later, Alex found out who had come.
Wolf.
It just had to be Wolf.
Wolf took his position behind Alex and Mr Bray shook his hand.
'Right,' the headmaster began 'What happened. Alex, would you like to start us off?'
Alex groaned.
His day was going so well.
AN: Mission accomplished! About 1400 Words!(Without the AN!)
That is double what I usually do! Mwahahahaha
Please tell me what you think! I'm sorry if Alex is ooc but this is how I want him to be!
I realised I forgot to do a disclaimer so I'm gonna go back and do that in the first chapter now. I also posted this on Archive of our own and Wattpad if you want to check it out. My username on those websites is with underscores between each word in my username though.
Am I the only one who loves reading fanfics where Alex Or Percy Jackson is really depressed? I feel so evil!
Also, my autocorrect changes 'fanfic ' to 'fabric'...
Curse autocorrect...
Please tell me what you think of this chapter!
Peace out,
Christy
