A Sirens Call
Chapter 4 - A Sirens Nest
Max Pov
I didn't know what to expect walking into Blackwell High, I thought it would denote like every other high school movie, filled with love stories and Werewolves finding their life-long mates in school and other weird unrealistic clichés. But walking through the halls of Blackwell, it opened my eyes to the etherealness of going to a boarding school. I felt like I was floating, I've never been around so many people at once. Students leaning against lockers and groups of boys swaggering down the halls, it was so full of life and diversity. Everyone looked different and had their own unique style and personality.
I continued my evaluation whilst walking down the hall, I couldn't help but grin at the odd looks everyone was sending me. It must be because I'm new, my presence will die down soon, I just can't believe my first day of high school is finished. It destroys home-schooling, maybe I can find some friends in my dorm. I banished my thought from the feeling of buzz in my pocket. Picking out of my coat pocket I looked at the text my father had sent me.
Hey sweetie, hope you had a good first day! Jeffery is outside with your stuff, I'll talk to you tonight. I'm trying to fend off your mother who is trying to grab the phone. Please answer tonight and tell your crazy mother to stop hyperventilating and that your fine. Love you, bye!
I chuckle and ran my hand through my hair, cause a few more people to look at me weirdly in the halls. Mum panicking once again, not surprised one bit, mum nearly had a bloody heart attack when I told her I was coming here, I love her but bloody hell. I couldn't help but roll my eye's lightly and smile at the memory of mum clutching onto my arm and crying melodramatically as I told her I was going.
While in my memories, I felt a rather abrupt force swing my shoulder back onto one of the lockers in the hallway. My eyes immediately travelled to the hand gripping my shoulders, and I came across a long feminine hand with blood red manicured nails digging in softly into my skin. My wondering eye's travelled through past a slim, exposed arm up to a soft neck and final landing onto a pair of piercing blue orbs. I realized she is one of the girls who I had photography during my first class. I smile at the girl; our bodies were pushed close together gave me the opportunity to observe her further. She had sharp elegant features and short neatly cut blond hair, her pink lips were pursed as she looked at me. Her clothing looked quite glamorous and expensive, wearing a silk white blouse on with a black collar, pair with a black pencil skirt and heels.
Maybe she wants to introduce herself, Werewolf customs always have confused me, this must be another form of greeting. Upon seeing the woman holding my arm, I realized just how long we had been in that position. Not wanting to seem rude for not introducing myself, I gently take my left hand and clasp the girl's empty hand while placing my right hand on top.
"Hello" I whispered kindly to the pretty stranger holding my arm. She looked startled at my actions and greeting. I furrow my eyebrows, not quite understanding what caused her reaction, but continue regardless. "What is your name? I'm sorry if I don't understand the typical werewolf greeting, but taking hold of someone's hand is the customary greetings of Sirens"
"So, you are a Siren, little one" The girl spoke smirking, moving her body closer to me.
"Yes, indeed I am a Siren" I stated, looking in confusion at the girl. "However, I disagree with the fact I am called short, without your heels, I would be taller than you." The slightly irritated look forming on her face made me quickly try and divert the conversation.
"Oh, I know you, we had photography class together," I said, giving her a big grin, looking straight into her eyes. I take away the hand she held on my shoulder and gathered it in my clasp and shook it lightly. "Well I'm Maxine, but please just call me Max. It's nice to meet you but I would rather like to know your name"
"Victoria. Victoria Chase. But don't worry you'll be screaming it soon enough, come on why don't we go on up to my room- "
At the mention of the dorm rooms, I realized that I am late for picking up my stuff in the parking lot. Damn it and just when I might have made a friend.
"I'm sorry Victoria, but I have to get going. It was a pleasure to meet you and I will see you soon in photography"
"wait, but- "she faltered as I swivelled around her, heading for the parking lot. Her astonished face was the last thing I saw before opening the doors. I hope I didn't make Jeffery wait too long, I shouldn't have lost track of time, but that was just so nice of her to go and introduce herself to me like that, even if it was a tad unusual. I hope I meet more people around here, they seem quite nice, who knows? maybe they'll be some nice girls in the dorm.
Thank you, everyone so much for following and liking the story, I hope you like this version of Max, because from here on out it will mostly be in her perspective. I just wanted you guys to see the kind of mentality that Victoria and Rachel had around Max, giving you guys a taste of what their thinking through the eyes of an Alpha. But anyway, I hope you guys are enjoying it and please don't be shy and please comment. I don't bite, I swear!
Anyway, peace out my peeps,
GreyViolet14