AN: I am only continuing this because I have been asked to and it still won't leave me alone. :-) Originally this was just going to be a oneshot, so sorry if it isn't quite right. Some OOC here, I think.
At the start of the school year, I slid into my seat. Mr. Dirksen, our English teacher, walked into the class room, and glancing at the clock, noted we had five minutes. He pulled out an attendance sheet, looking over it. A few minutes later, he cleared his throat, grabbed a pen and took attendance. "Leslie brook!" he called the name of my best friend and roommate. "Present," came the clear answer. He checked a name off, and then continued down the list. When he got to the name of the absent Jareth King, a random shiver ran down my spine. I shook it off. Frowning he called a few more names before getting to mine. "Sarah Williams!"
"Present!" He smiled, finished, and put the paper away. I pulled out a notebook and pencil along with my textbook, happily settling in for a long class.
A moment later, the door opened and a student walked in. Everyone turned to look at the new arrival and murmurs immediately were shot around the classroom. He was dressed in leather and jeans, looking like every girl's teenage fantasy, mine included, with his long blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail and his eyes covered by a set of dark glasses. His features were sharp, aristocratic, and cruel. He turned his head slowly, surveying the room. As he looked, people automatically turned their heads away, and back when his sight had passed over them. When his eyes locked on mine, a sense of déjà vu swept over me so strongly that I felt the hair on the back of my neck rise.
The teacher's eye twitched and the man turned towards him, the slight smirk on his lips widening. Glaring, the teacher said, "You must be Mr. King, the new student. Take your seat." Grinning, he spun on his heel and walked leisurely down the row, slipping into a seat in the very back, and leaned arrogantly backwards, tipping the seat onto two legs while he laced his fingers behind his head.
Calmly, the teacher turned and began writing rules up on the board. I hid a smile when I saw that one of the rules was 'no sunglasses or hats.' The teacher looked pointedly back at the new student, turning all of us in our seats as well, and a smirk passed over the guy's face as he inclined his head and slid them off, hooking them onto his jacket. A few of the students gasped, a few murmured, but all were shocked to see that his eyes were mismatched, one blue and one green. I ignored the new shiver and covered my slight surprise, mostly used to it. After all, my little brother, Toby, had one brown eye and the other gray and my eyes were two, almost unnoticeably, different shades of green.
I spun back around in my seat in time to see Mr. Dirksen scowl, "turn to page 25 in your textbooks!" then almost immediately, "yes, Mr. King?"
"I don't have any textbooks yet, sir," was the innocent answer, in a silky British accent.
"Then share with another student. Miss Williams, would you be so kind as to help this young man?"
I smiled slightly, knowing that he had picked me because I had already straightened out several others over the years, and nodded.
"Thank you. Mr. King, move to the seat next to Miss Williams," he replied.
I waited silently for him to get up, and almost jumped when I saw him next to me without hearing him move. He slipped into the vacant seat and threw me a grin, making my heart involuntarily beat faster. Internally, I groaned. He was going to be one of those charges. Outwardly, I just rolled my eyes. I tore a sheet of paper out of my notebook, gave him a pencil, and scooted my textbook closer to him. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mr. Dirksen smile slightly.
As class ended, and I began to pack up my supplies, King turned towards me, "what's your first name, Miss Williams?"
"If you had been here at the start of class," I replied, "you would have heard it. As it is, you won't ever, because they only take roll at the first class of the year."
He grinned again, "but I wasn't, so tell me, what is your first name?"
I took a deep breath and said calmly, "I fail to see why you would need to know, Mr. King."
"Please, call me Jareth," he replied politely.
I swallowed my retort, (remembering a friend who said something along the lines of 'over my dead body' and wound up being practically stalked by the guy), and said simply, "no thank you."
"Why not?" he questioned easily.
"Because I don't particularly care to be on anything but the barest of friendly terms with you," I answered, slinging my bag over my shoulder and walking out.
As I walked into my next class and sat down I realized that he was walking in this door as well. I clenched my jaw, this guy was already getting on my nerves and I hadn't even known him a day. Quietly, he spoke to the teacher, gesturing at me, nodded at the teacher's answer, and sat down next to me. "I'm your partner again!" he stated cheerfully.
I sighed. "Whatever," I replied, getting my supplies out and handing him some. At the end of class, he once more asked for my first name. Again, I denied him. The rest of the day passed in a similar, if not identical, pattern. He was in every single one of my classes!
At the end of the day, Leslie called as I left the class, "hey, Sarah! Wait up!"
Smiling, I stopped to wait for her, and in front of me, I saw Jareth King smirk as he caught my eye. "Yes, Sarah, do wait up." My heart skipped a beat at the way he said my name, rolling it around and tasting it in his mouth before letting it slip from between his lips like a caress.
I scowled at him, "happy now, King?"
"Not quite, call me Jareth," he replied. I rolled my eyes and walked away as Leslie caught up to me.
"What was that all about?" she asked.
"Forget it, or I'll tell you later, or whatever," I groaned.
A few minutes later, I opened the door to our apartment and got out my homework. The doorbell rang. Cursing silently in my head, I got up and walked to the door, already having a sneaking suspicion as to who was on the other side.
AN: Hope you enjoyed it. Please review! I like feedback.