Chapter 3
Her room was a decent size, as decent as a dorm room could be. The only problem was that instead of one bed, there were two and the room looked as if thought there was someone already living in it. She decided to give Elijah the benefit of the doubt for the time being. He would know better than to stick her with a roommate. Maybe they had just given her the wrong room assignment. She threw her bag on the other bed before falling face first into the bed, rolling over and hitting the first speed dial on her phone.
"Speak"
"Ugh. . .I have nothing to say"
"You obviously called for a reason Heidi."
"What? I can't call you anymore?"
"No."
"Save me?"
"Heidi."
"Miiike."
"It's High school seriously how bad could it possibly be? I go to high school every day and I turned out perfectly fine"
"That's what you think. Besides you're not in the middle of nowhere, with no one you know, without your car in a creepy, haunted looking school, where you have to wear the ugliest uniform ever!"
"Stop complaining, it doesn't suit you. I go to Saint Jude's. An all boys private catholic school and trust me when I tell you it isn't all that better."
"Again, I'm in the middle of nowhere. I win."
" Seriously?"
"Seriously."
"Wow."
. . .
"So what's the plan?"
"Who said I had a plan?"
"You have a plan."
"No I do not. What in the world makes you think I have a plan?"
"Heidi, you always have a plan and if I'm not correct you have already given your plan an obvious name like oh. . . "Plan get myself kicked out of boarding school" which you think is so obvious that no one would think of it but in actuality it's the first name everyone thinks of. So, you can either tell me or let my insane imagination run."
"You're an ass."
"So I've been told."
"For your kind information I did name it 'Plan get myself kicked out of boarding school' and it's already in effect. I plan on being a complete bitch to every person I meet and I've already started problems with some girl Kate! "
"So your just gonna be yourself? Yeah, that's a great idea love."
"The sarcasm isn't appreciated. Now shut it and let me finish. I figure if I get enough complaints from all the other students and faculty, the school won't be able to handle me any longer. If not I already started a little bitch fest with Kate so I'm pretty sure she'll want to be beat my face in sooner or later."
"It's High School darling, not the Russian Mob. They're not gonna kick you out or have you 'off'd' for just being an incredibly annoying bitch. Well at least not with the money your uncle's given the school."
"Well I could always shoot someone?"
"Ha ha, that's my girl."
"You're no help at all." She said with a pout, " You're not even paying attention to me are you? What the hell are you doing right now anyway?
"I'm getting ready for the Kiss on the lips charity fundraiser tonight. Hey, should I go for a black on black on black look or what?"
" You're unbelievable. Wear the green tie I got you, it'll bring our your eyes. "
"Oh man, you're a genius! I would have never thought of that! Hey listen I have to go now but you have fun OK. It's like a fresh start so don't worry, you'll get used to eventually."
"I will not!"
"A grand says in three weeks you won't want to leave"
"Two says I'll be gone by then"
"Deal"
"Deal."
She put the phone down and stared at the ceiling. She needed to breathe, to focus, and to get her mind to concentrate on not shooting everyone or rather herself. So as she shut her eyes and exhaled loudly, she did what she always did to relax her mind.
One, two, three, four, five, six-
She shot up from the bed the instant she heard someone struggling to get the lock to open. Upon opening the door she was greeted by a girl with large grey eyes and brown hair that went past her shoulders. The girl had a dancers build and from the looks of it, she was struggling with numerous bags of grocery.
"Hi, I'm Amanda! Thanks fo-
The door slammed in the girls face before she could finish her sentence. Heidi exhaled loudly and shook off her annoyance before opening the door once more. The girl was baffled and clearly upset.
"What the hell is your problem?"
"You."
The grey-eyed girl was thrown off by her blunt response. She opened her mouth to speak once more but stopped. The quizzical look on her face reflected her thought process clearly.
"Oh. . . really?" She asked.
Her voice sounded sad and her grey eyes grew larger as her face formed a hurt expression. Heidi couldn't help but inwardly groan as she came to realize the nature of the grey-eyed girl before her. The girl was a pacifist and the fates were cruel to bring the girl to her door.
"Yeah"
"Yeah?" She repeated.
Unable to take this any longer, she sighed loudly and mentally slapped herself for what she did next.
"Yeah. Now come in before I get the urge to slam the door on your face again."
She stared up the sky for a second and cringed inside before taking a bag from the girls arms and ushering her inside.
Her eyes shot open the next morning at exactly 5 in the morning. She got up, entered the bathroom, freshened up and threw on some a pair of black leggings and black sports bra. She then proceeded to tie her hair up, take a plain white tee out and hang it around her neck before heading out. The sun hadn't come out yet and it was misty outside, there was a slight chill in the air but heck she'd handled worse weather. She plugged her headphones in her ears and ran.
One . . .two . . . three . . . four . . . five . . . six . . . seven . . .
She found her way onto the main road thanks to Amanda, her roommate had proven herself not too useless after all. The school wasn't that far away from town, just a few miles but still she was in the middle of nowhere. All she had to do was make it to town and be back in time for her first day of school. No sweat.
Eight . . .nine . . . ten . . . eleven . . . twelve . . . thirteen . . .
Lost in her own head, she delayed to notice how beautiful the sight before her actually was. She was on a long narrow road with a forest of trees along both sides. The leaves were a blend of various pinks, oranges and yellows. It was quite beautiful in the middle of nowhere, almost peaceful and she didn't know whether or not it was a good thing. Then again, she knew better than to perceive the world to be peaceful. The more peaceful or beautiful something was the more danger and deception it held. Just like her. The world was evil and so were the people in it. It was a dog eat dog world, no one was genuinely nice. At the end of the day it's just who you are and where you stand. She always stood on top.
Fourteen . . . fifteen . . . sixteen . . . seventeen . . . eighteen . . .
The music blasted in her ears as the cool mist brushed her revealed skin. She began to slow her pace for it would only be a matter of minutes before she reached town. All she needed to do was find a coffee shop in this god forsaken town and the repair shop Adams had texted her about earlier to pick up her car. If there were two things she needed to survive, it was a nice cup of caffeine filled coffee and her car.
Nineteen . . . twenty . . . twenty-one . . . twenty-two
It was still early in the morning and by the time she entered town, the shops were either still closed or just opening up. Lucky for her, she found a coffee shop that was literally just opening its doors. With a quick prayer to the God she didn't quite believe in, she jogged over to the shop.
She could feel the eyes of the town's people on her. She was used to attention but for a reason beyond her comprehension it bothered her, the entire town bothered her. Everything from the school, to the town, to the people in the town irked her. She cooled herself down with her white tee as she entered the shop. Hanging it around her neck once more, she walked over to the counter to be a greeted by a young man only a few years older than her.
"Hi my name is . . . welcome to . . . your order . . . ma'am."
"Coffee. Black. No sugar."
The young man stared at her for a moment too long before accepting the cash she held out.
"Keep the change, I'll be back in 5."
She checked her watch and noted that she had a little bit over an hour to get back to the school and get herself ready. She found the car shop rather easily and as she entered the shops doors she was met immediately by a short, chubby name by a name she would have caught if she wasn't to busy trying not to pay the man any attention. She could feel the eyes of the man on her along with the eyes of a few other men at the shop. Now what was a pretty little lady like her doing in the shop for big-boys?
"Now how may we help you pretty lady? . . . Lost?"
The smug look on his face was enough to make her gag and she could hear the other men in the shop snicker. It was pathetic.
"The car that was delivered to you this morning." She stated in a condescending manner. "It's mine."
He stared at her in disbelief for a second but was reassured by the somewhat intimidating expression on her face.
"You sure about that?" He asked. "I mean a little lady like you-
"Just get the car." She interrupted with a glare.
As he walked away, she turned around to get a good look inside the shop, or at least a good look at what was inside the shop. A certain piece of machinery had caught her eye above all else. She made her way over to it and examined it carefully from a short distance, careful not to touch it. It was a quite the piece of artwork. The owner seemed to have done a hell of a number on it, but even in the condition it was in, it was beautiful.
"That's one hell of a bike you've got here."
He was thrown off for a quick second by her remark. He hadn't realized that she knew of his presence. He was standing almost five feet behind her. He did however, feel inclined to answer.
"Thanks."
A large smile appeared on her face at his hesitation before speaking. She was aware of his presence from the moment she had started to admire the bike. Years of training had allowed her to garner the ability to instantly intake her environment. Every little detail about the shop had automatically cataloged itself in her mind from the moment she walked in. She had calculated all possible exit and entrance strategies, memorized the license plates of all the vehicles inside and outside the shop, and assessed all the individuals in the shop – all in a matter of seconds.
"It's a Ducati 749 . . . or at least it was."
He took a few steps in her directions; she hadn't turn around to face him yet. So he examined her as she examined his bike.
"So, are you new in town?"
She had intended on saying something rude but as she turned around to face the owner of the machine she was admiring, she stopped in her tracks. The man in front of her was a sight to behold. No, she was only going to be nice to the guy because with a bike like that he deserved a little respect. No need to get herself attached to anyone here.
"Yeah. I just moved up here from New York." She smiled.
He had intended on interrogating the girl, to find out more about her considering that he wasn't to keen on newcomers; not after what had happened with Chase. When she turned to face him however, his male instincts took over. The girl was toned and out of this world beautiful.
"Wow, that's awesome. I love New York. I'm Pogue Parry by the way. It's ah, nice to meet you."
He held out his hand and saw a moment of hesitation before she took it. She had a surprisingly firm grip.
She too was quite pleased with the site before her. She would be lying if she denied that he was handsome. He was built, had long dirty blonde hair and eyes that made a girl want to do all kinds of wrong. Her smile grew wider as she watched his reaction to her. She could tell he was checking her out against his better judgment and that was enough to indicate that he was most certainly not single.
"Nice to meet you Mr. Parry." She held his hand a bit longer than she needed to and smiled as she felt him pull away.
She had always been good at reading people's personalities. Her training helped her perfect the skill. She had learned to extract and assess as much as she could within the first few minutes of interaction. Judging from their little interaction right now, he was not only, not on the market but was in a steady long-term relationship.
"Call me Pogue."
"OK, Pogue. I'm Heidi. "
She grew amused as his eyes reluctantly followed her hands down to her hips and immediately shoot upward when she traced her thumb along the inside of leggingd, revealing the slightest hint of black lace. There weren't many men that could ignore her appeal. She just had that type of effect on people.
"So, do you go to Spenser?" She asked.
It wasn't really a sincere question considering the fact that she had already deduced he was a student. A boy with a bike like that, especially at that age, was a trust fund baby— and she heard Spenser was full of those.
"Yeah, actually I do. Are you going to be joining me? "
"Todays my first day. Accident?"
Her question had thrown him off. He didn't understand as to what she was referring to. Thankfully, she elaborated.
"Your bike."
"Oh . . . uh, yeah something like that"
His response was quick and he couldn't help but to inwardly cringe at the memory of the night he had his run-in with Chase. He shrugged of the thoughts and decided to show a little Ipswich hospitality. The girl raised no red flags, for now at least.
"What about you? Got a thing for bikes?"
The smirk on her face rivaled any of the ones he had seen on Reid's and the mischief in her eyes caused him to start comparing the two in his head.
"Well, lets just say I'm a big fans of the men who drive them."
Her flirtatious manner seemed to flow naturally in her words. Her mind couldn't help but to remember the bikes she had driven and crashed over the years. It was quite similar to what she had done the men who drove them. Which wasn't far off from what her mind was doing to Pogue this moment.
"Well, while we are on the topic of motor vehicles. I think that's yours he is bringing out right now."
She smiled as she saw the chubby little man bring a little blue bug around the front of the shop and park it next to a black muscle car.
"Oh, you mean the cute little thing? Oh no sweetheart, try the one next to it."
The look on his face was that of most guys when they saw her car. If they weren't impressed, they were shocked – Pogue was shocked and she intended on leaving him that way. She took a few steps in the direction of the car before getting one last word in.
"I like my cars like my boys – Big, strong and fast."
He was unquestionably impressed by her car and even more so by her personality. She was definitely something different. Before he could stop himself from doing so, he called after her before she left.
"Hey wait! Umm if you need someone to show you around school, let me now. Spenser is a large place and if you want, after it's repaired, your more than welcome to take the Ducati out for a spin – assuming you know how to ride that is."
He was flirting with her and he didn't even know why. Something about her, the way she carried herself, made him want to get to know her better. She paused letting a wicked grin settle on her lips before responding.
"Thanks for the offer but I actually have one just like it."
He watched her walk away and stood there surprised by her once more. That was certainly a unique encounter. She wasn't like the other girls form Ipswich. She was confident, bold, daring and flirtatious. He could sense the mischief in her aura. As he stood there trying to understand what the hell had just happened, he couldn't help a distinct thought from crossing his mind.
Reid was going to have a field day with her.
There you have it! Our girl has now officially met with two members of the Ipswich gang! This one was a bit short but do let me know what you think!