Math Classroom

Briarwood Octavian Country Day

Wednesday, September 1

10:05 a.m.

Sheesh.

Ever since this girl sat down next to her when second period started at 9:15, she had not been paying attention to the teacher. Normally, if a random student wasn't listening, Gwen wouldn't even bat an eyelash. But this girl was distracting. No, more than just distracting. She was flat out ah-noy-ing. But she had no idea why this girl made her attention turn.

Right now, the girl was drumming her perfectly French manicured nails on the desk while her head rested on her other hand which was propped up on the table. She had fair, flawless skin, dark brown eyes, and straight, black hair that reached the middle of her back. The girl also wore a tee with stripes and plain gray jeans.

Maybe it was her attitude. Or maybe it was her perfect posture. It could even be the way she dressed.

But wait a sec. Her clothes were plain and not designer-looking (except for the tee because Gwen had saw it at Ella Moss, but it was still plain), so it couldn't be her clothes. Gwen was sure she wasn't jealous about the girl's hair or skin even though they were model worthy because her auburn curls were famous for beauty and her own skin was perfect too. Oh yeah, and her eyes? Gwen knew that her own light green eyes outshined the girl's dark brown ones.

So what drew her focus onto that girl?

Breaking her thoughts, the math teacher suddenly spoke a comment directed at the girl next to her. "Verity, it seems like you think this class is too easy."

The girl simply glanced at the teacher. "'Cause it is," she said in a bored voice.

Gwen seriously thought that their teacher was going to grab the nearest textbook to hit the girl. Luckily, he didn't. Instead, the teacher sighed and furrowed his brows. "I've heard of your attitude in elementary school. If you really think this class is too easy, then come up here and solve this problem."

"No prob," said the girl, who Gwen just learned was named Verity. Verity got out of her chair gracefully and stalked up to the whiteboard. Gwen suddenly notices that the girl had paired black high heels with a chain cuff with the outfit. Could it be this girl's fashion sense that attracted her attention? In a way, Verity had dressed in a quiet sort of beauty that was (Gwen admits) prettier than most girls. Sort of like how you look at a water lily in a pond. She had an air of perfection surrounding her like how the petals of a water lily fan out around the center.

Wait, that was it. It was Verity's perfection that made her so ah-noy-ing. The "I'm in a different class with the rest of you" attitude, her perfect posture and the graceful way she moved, and her quiet beauty that made her stand out from the rest was what made Gwen can't stop thinking about her. Realizing this, Gwen turned her gaze back to Verity.

The teacher had drawn a cylinder on the board and had told Verity to solve the height of it when only the diameter and the volume were given. Normally, an algebra question like this would take Gwen about a minute to solve with pencil and paper, but Verity took one glance at the numbers, paused for ten seconds as she calculated it in her brain, then blurted out the answer. The math teacher gapped in shock at Verity's quick mental math as she stalked back to her seat and sat down again.

Guess the girl also had a perfect brain to seal the package.

Right when the girl sat down, Verity met Gwen's eyes. As they stared at each other for two seconds, Gwen felt a rush of electricity course through her brain. Then Verity shifted her gaze back to the front of the room, and the spark was gone. But the feeling remained. Gwen could tell that this girl was special and could be way better than a friend Ripple was. This girl had alpha potential. Verity had it.

Just in time, Gwen heard the bell ring. In an instant, kids got up from their desks and charged out the room. But Gwen acted casual and took her time while secretly stalling so she could see how Verity walks out the classroom when there is a horde of students cramming the door. Every girl with it should know that an alpha always get others to go around herself.

"Excuse me," said Verity as she casually walks out the classroom. When she said that with the perfect attitude of hers, everyone stopped and sort of moved aside for her to cross.

Gwen made a note to self: Verity was definitely leading at the top on her list of possible number one betas.