(Eb POV) 3. The New Kids
"ARE YOU READY YET?" Onyx hollered up the stairs.
Since I was brushing my teeth, I sent this in my mind, God, give me a second. You sound like mother.
Harsh, she whispered back. I sighed and gave her a mumbled apology through my thoughts.
Stumbling down the stairs in my heels, I spun around for her fashion approval. With my long frame accented by a black, cashmere sweater, blue skinny jeans, and ankle high-heel boots, I could have been a supermodel.
"Watch out, your ego might be too big for your head," she said sarcastically.
I rolled my eyes and asked, "Do you like it or not?"
"The dark blue tank top with a black half sweater would have been nice; otherwise, you're good to go," she criticized.
"Let's go look at our cars. The suspense has been killing me," she groaned. We went through the kitchen to the garage and couldn't believe our eyes.
A brand-new red 911 Turbo had a name card with Ebony on it. A sleek, silver Mercedes-I had no clue what brand it was- was Onyx's car. I stroked my car's hood.
"Let me drive today!" I demanded. Since we're going to the same Forks High, we might as well carpool.
"Sure, I guess. Wednesday, though, I'm driving!" she warned.
I started my baby, and she purred. "Sweet!" I exclaimed. Backing out of the garage, I spun the car around and headed to our new school.
My god, it was like they've never had a new student before. The entrance didn't help much, but it was still fun. As I pulled into a parking spot, every eye turned and watched us get out. My car was the nicest car in the lot besides a silver Volvo.
Everyone scrutinized Onyx and me. Onyx had on a long-sleeved black t-shirt with the words Too Fine printed in red on it, with black skinny jeans and white Converses. We were a sight to see, I guess.
The blond guy in that group over there is completely undressing you with his eyes. I'm trying to block some disgusting fantasies right now, she told me.
Ewww... I thought on impulse. He's not even cute.
She giggled, snapping him out of it. As we strolled to the main office, I noticed how plain everything was. It was green everywhere, with a smoky veil hanging low on the ground. My old school had color even on the darkest days. Sighing, I imagined the Georgia heat on my head and felt homesick. It was bright in the office, and surprisingly the fluorescent lights weren't on.
"Excuse me?" Onyx said in her angelic voice. "We're new here and need our schedules."
"Oh, you're the Whitelocks," the redheaded secretary realized. "I'm Ms. Kirberger, the school secretary. Welcome to Forks High. Here are your schedules and maps of the school."
"Thank you," we said politely. Checking our schedules, we realized that we had our History class together and 4th period lunch. We stared into each others' eyes and knew that we'd protect each other physically and mentally with the magic.
"Bye, Eb," Onyx called as she went to English.
Gathering all the courage I had, I made my way to Calculus and shoved open the door. Everyone's heads turned my way as I went to the teacher. He gawked at my name, and I rolled my eyes.
"T-take a seat in the back," the man, who is supposed to be Mr. Woods, stuttered.
Shrugging, I plopped down into a low seat in the back corner. Bodies within a 4-seat radius managed to stare, and I just tried to ignore them while paying attention to the teacher. At the end of the period, a high-pitched ring sounded, and a timid voice spoke.
"Hi, I'm Chelsea," a green-eyed brunette told me. "Are you Ebony?"
"Yes, I am," I stated, my Southern accent coming out. "Nice to meet you." Sticking out my hand, I expected her to shake it and was shocked when she didn't. I told her with a bite of hostility in my voice, "When a Southerner offers a hand to shake, you shake it."
Chelsea snatched it with haste and explained, "I'm sorry. No one has ever been that nice to me before. They always mock me because I'm an orphan."
"It's okay. Wanna be friends?" I asked hopefully. She nodded happily.
"What's your next period?" she interrogated.
Checking my schedule, it turned out to be Honors History. Sadness showed in her eyes before she quickly hid it and said hers was Computer Tech. We shared our goodbyes and went different ways.
"EBONY!" she called out. I turned. "Sit with us at lunch." Nodding eagerly, I opened the door to History, promptly colliding with my sister.
"Hey, Eb!" she squealed, startling the teacher and me.
"'Sup, sis?" I asked coolly while giving the teacher our newbie slips. They were returned with hurried scrawls and a long, brown hand on Onyx's shoulder. I nearly growled until her eyes darted warningly to mine.
"Introduce yourselves," Mr. Brown instructed.
Facing the class, Onyx simply stated, "I'm Onyx, and this is my sister Ebony. Nice...school." Trying not to laugh, we sat down properly and watched the class begin.
Both History and Biology were snooze-fests. I guess Georgia has higher standards than Washington because this will be a full repeat of my education. Thank you God for lunch breaks. Gathering my books, I ran into a good friend and someone I didn't know outside the door.
"Hey, Ebony. This is Christian; Christian, Ebony," she introduced, gesturing to the goth with the blue eyes. He nodded, and I mirrored it. As we made our way to lunch, the stares became more noticeable outside. I lost my nerve.
"Why is everyone staring at me?" I demanded through my teeth. "How many new kids do you get?"
"You're the first one in a year or two," she casually said.
"It's really sad. I'm guessing that some boys want you, with the way they were making claims on you in Computer Tech," Christian piped in.
My god! Ebony, where are you? HELP ME! I'm losing it! I shouted in my mind.
"Sheesh, I'm right behind you," a voice chuckled. "No need for panic."
Spinning around, Onyx was eye-to-eye with me. Thanks for giving me a heart attack, I thought sourly.
Don't worry. I heard your panicky thoughts on the other side of the school, she comforted me. Besides, I couldn't focus at all. I was checking on you every five minutes.
"Thanks for coming to sit with me," Chelsea said. "It's usually just me and Christian. Not that I mind, of course," she quickly threw in, seeing his raised eyebrows.
Going through the lunch line was the same as the entire day; everyone stared a hole through us. Chelsea and Christian led the way to a small, isolated table away from everyone else. Onyx got comfortable, with me on one side and Christian on the other, and Chelsea started unpacking her lunch.
Just as I was about to eat my salad I felt a tap on my shoulder. Turning around to look, I saw the blond guy from earlier shifting nervously from foot to foot.
"I'm Matthew. You know, from Bio?" he reminded me when I cocked my head to the left.
"Oh, yeah. Hey," I casually said. Giving a small wave and the cheapest smile I could muster, I thought he would faint right then and there.
"Would you like to come sit with us instead of these losers?" he sneered snobbishly, gesturing to Chelsea and Christian.
Onyx cleared her throat, and he glanced at her and added, "Tenth graders only."
That's when I stepped in.
"First of all, I go nowhere without my sister. We're a package deal. Second of all, don't diss my friends. Never. Third of all, go back to the jock table before I make you," I fumed.
Shock was the most evident emotion on his face, but he hid it and said with disgust, "Your loss, freak."
I launched out of my chair and grabbed his collar, holding him close to my face. I raised my fist, about to pummel him, when Onyx snatched my hand and put it down.
Drop him. You'll get your chance later, she thought loudly.
Fine, I sent sadly.
She chuckled when I threw him down, and I pointed out, You said to put him down. You never said not to throw him down.
"You're lucky she was here. I was about to break that pretty face of yours," I growled in a venom-filled voice, jerking my head in Onyx's direction. "Call any of my friends, my sister, or me a freak, and you'll regret it in the ambulance."
"Come on, Onyx. I'm hungry," I said in a perky voice to creep him out more. It worked. He was at his table before I sat down.
Once she made sure I was calm, Onyx ambled over to his table and warned him to keep his distance. I almost snarled when I saw him touch her. Quickly she removed his hand and bent his fingers backward. A shriek filled the room, and he was on the floor in agony.
"All taken care of," she said calmly, sitting down. Christian raised an eyebrow, and she shrugged.
"Hi, I'm Andrew. Did you really bend his fingers back that far?" a dark-skinned kid questioned from behind.
"Yes and no," Onyx replied sweetly.
"Oh. So you're that type?" Andrew wondered.
"What type?" she hastily said. My sister blinked, feigning confusion. As I watched them banter back and forth, the stares were a thousand times more noticeable because of the little commotion we made. One group whispering caught my attention.
They were all pale, with beautiful gold eyes. A bulky, brown-haired guy and a beautiful blond girl were gazing deeply into each others' eyes. A tiny girl with spiky hair whispered quietly to a honey-blond guy with amused eyes. The last one had copper, messy hair and a tall, slim frame. The most enticing part of this masterpiece were his eyes as they flashed to me.
"Who are they?" I wondered. Chelsea answered me.
"That's Emmett and Rosalie, Alice and Jasper, and Edward. They were all adopted by Dr. Cullen and his wife; the blonds are the only ones that are related. Twins or something. And Edward is Esme's son," Chelsea threw in.
As I stared at him, his eyes flashed to mine. Smiling, I waved a shy wave and got a smile in return. Before I knew it, the bell rang, and it was time for Gym.