5.
"Members of this tribe can be identified by what physical characteristics, Ms Bauer?" Mr Smith asked, as we sat in COW an hour later. Thanks to the shape of the room, I was at the back, Cammie in front of me, Bex in front of her and Liz in front of Bex. Macey wasn't in this class.
There was a spare seat next to every one of us, which I'm guessing is for the boys. Every girl in the class kept on looking at those four chairs, expecting to see the boys appear out of mid air.
Shocking.
Before Courtney could answer, Dr Steve's loud, cheery voice rang outside. "Knock, Knock?" he said, before pushing the door open.
While Dr Steve and Mr Smith argued about random nonsense, I noticed a lot of things. Bex was staring at Grant. Liz was blushing slightly after looking at Jonas. Cammie was doodling something on her book, completely ignoring Zach. Maybe I should explain what's so special about these three boys.
They are the hottest boys in the whole school. And I would know.
Grant is often described as a Greek God thanks to his appearance. He's tall – very tall – and he's strong, you can see that by the way you can make out the lines of his abs through his shirt, and his biceps through his blazer. His golden hair is always messed up in the right places, emphasizing his golden eyes and his very tanned skin. His bright teeth are lined by his thin lips.
Jonas is your typical nerd. He may wear glasses and have a mop of black hair, but when he smiles... phwoar. His messy black hair finishes just past his ears, and barely covers his purple eyes (I know! Purple!). He's the tallest – about 6 feet tall – out of the three of them.
Now Zach... Zach is the hottest. He isn't as well built as Grant, or as tall as Jonas, but, gosh, when you look at him, even if you don't like him in the slightest, you have to do a double-take. His dark brown hair sweeps across his forehead, reaching just above his emerald eyes. Yeah, emerald. Like Grant, you can see his muscles through his uniform, however not as dominant. He has that suave look about him with the harsh jaw line, constant smirk, and deep contours in his face. He was beautiful.
I like him?
Ha! No. He's like my brother.
"Um... I'm Jonas-" I zoned in when I heard Jonas being pushed forward slightly and stuttering. "I'm sixteen. I'm a sophomore-"
He was cut off by Mr Smith, who was obviously impatient. "Thus your enrolment in this class. Welcome, Jonas. Please have a seat."
Dr Steve butted in... goodie. "Excellent job, Jonas. Excellent job. Now, Jonas here is on the research track of study. I don't suppose any of you young ladies could show Jonas around?" I heard Bex kick the back of Liz's chair, and her little humph from the impact. However, Dr Steve didn't see that. He pointed to Liz and said, "Excellent! Jonas, you can spend the day with Ms..."
"Sutton. Liz Sutton."
"Excellent," he exclaimed once again. Jonas shyly slid into the seat next to Liz, muttering a hello. "Now, Grant, if you would..."
"I'm Grant," he said, winking at Mick, before sliding into the seat next to Bex. She smiled at him and flipped her hair over her shoulder in a way that they don't teach you in P&E. Next was Zach.
His eyes met mine quickly, raising his eyebrows up and down once as if to say: here goes nothing. "I'm Zach," he started, not waiting for Dr Steve to tell him when. He wandered to the back of the class and sat behind Grant, next to Cammie. "And I think I've found my guide."
I sighed, glad to not have someone sat next to me, before twisting in my seat slightly, so I could put my feet on the other chair and plug my headphones back into my ears. Many were confused at how I could still answer questions – and correctly – while I was looking completely the wrong way, with my eyes closed, and headphones in.
It's the life of me.
Until Dr Steve asked to see me outside. I rolled my eyes and followed him out. "It's a pleasure to see you again, Mikayla," he exclaimed.
I smiled, leaning against the wall. "The pleasures all mine, Steve. How's my school holding up while I've been gone?"
"You can see for yourself while we're here-"
I cut him off. "Oh, I will, Steve. I don't trust you with my school now. Not after Paraguay." He shivered slightly, remembering what happened, while I just laughed.
"Rachel doesn't know, does she?" Dr Steve said, his eyes darkening as we came onto a different – more sensitive – subject.
"Should I tell her? I already have Cammie to look after, and if I tell Rachel, then she'll be another body for me to protect. And you know that I can't protect three people while trying to hold up a school."
He opened his mouth to speak, but the bell for next lesson rang, significantly cutting him off. "See you, Steve. Don't burn my school down again!" I yelled, as I walked down the corridor, getting lost in the sea of spy-in-trainings.
I put my headphones back on, listening to the steady beat of the song. Instead of going to Culture and Assimilation, I turned left just before the doors, and went to my room.
I took my iPod out of my pocket and plugged it into my iHome. I locked my door, ensuring that no one can disturb me, before returning to my desk and sitting down. Just looking at all the work I had to do was giving me a slight headache.
Shuffling through the papers, I sang along with the next song, imagining the accompaniment.
"I really can't stay." Baby, it's cold outside. "I've got to go 'way." Baby, it's cold outside. "This evening has been." Been hoping that you'd drop in. "So very nice." I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice. "My mother will start to worry." Beautiful, what's your hurry? "My father will be pacing the floor." Listen to the fireplace roar. "So really I'd better scurry." Beautiful, please don't hurry. "Well maybe just a half a drink more." Put some music on while I pour.
"The neighbours my think." Baby, it's bad out there. "Say, what's in this drink?" No cabs to be had out there. "I wish I knew how." Your eyes are like starlight. "To break the spell." I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell. "I ought to say no, no, no sir." Mind if I move closer? "At least I'm gonna say that I tried." What's the sense in hurting my pride? "I really can't stay. Ahh, but it's cold outside." Ahh, but it's cold outside.
I remembered that I had a whole lot of paper work to do. So I sat down, and got to work filling in mission reports.
Before I knew it, the bell for lunch rang, indicating that I had to go meet Zach. As I walked past the hall of history, I noticed Mrs Morgan coming out of her office a little stressed. I brushed the thought to the back of my mind for a minute, as I only had 35 seconds to get to the library to meet Zach.
"Hello, Zachary," I greeted; a cheeky smile on my face. His head popped up, and he smirked at me. He got up and gave me a huge bear hug. He hugged me so tight that I could hardly breath, so I started poking him really hard in his abs. I could feel him shaking with laughter, but I carried on until he had to let go to catch his breath.
I sat down, him following. "What's up?" I asked, when I noticed his eyebrows creased.
"I heard you and Steve talking. What do you mean: your school?" he asked, staring at me intently. I sighed, leaning my head onto the back of the sofa.
"You want to know?" he nodded. "Do you remember the headmaster before Steve? Charley Robinson?" he nodded again. "He was my father. When he died, the school was passed down to me, but since I'm too young, and still in school, Steve, my father's friend, is taking care of the school until I'm 18."
Zach looked away, thinking. "So, if your father was the headmaster of the school, and it got passed down to you, doesn't that mean that..." he trailed off.
"I'm a descendent of Brian Blackthorne."
Holy Crap! I don't know where that idea came from but I like it. Do you guys?