Okay so I warned you that this one is set ONLY in the morning of the first day. Alright, I'm sorry okay, you will found some others apologies at the end of this chapter. A bit spoiler that there's no classes yet because I ran out of time today, and I have absolutely no time to cover for writing tomorrow since I have to attend a wedding.
So yes, I'm sorry, I did my best to extend it further into like… half of the class or something but it just wouldn't do so… I hope you understand.
COPYRIGHTS: Told you before I don't own a single characters here. Just the plot and the story.
Skye's official first day in Stanford started with a horrible hangover.
She didn't know if it was because she drank too much champagne last night or not, to be honest, she didn't even know if she has overdrunk herself last night. But the last time she checked, she hasn't seen anyone getting drunk by drinking champagne ever before! But judging by how she wore everything to bed, including her sneakers and how un-courteously she laid when she first woke up… Skye put the obvious answer into its place and then questioned her own alcohol tolerance.
"I need Advil." She croaked out to herself. "…and anti-fun overload."
She giggled tiredly. Maybe, only maybe her head was still not quite clear after all.
Being alone and isolated for most of her life, it is quite hard for Skye to not develop a habit of monologuing ridiculous lines that she made up, which obviously would do a better job at speaking with real, actual people than to herself. But, you know, life happened and she forever lost that latter choice.
Another perk of being the "First-Daughter."
Skye looked to the left and saw Simmons, she was sleeping rather soundly. On top of that, she didn't even look close to a horrific after-party disaster like how she did and, yes, that was as un-fair as how it sounded. But a bunch of stuffs on her bedside table caught her eyes and Skye crawled clumsily to the end of the bed to check them out.
There was a filled cup of water, a round pill (after almost half a minute focusing on the engravings) turned out to be Aspirin, a large size cup of a mysterious drink from Starbuck… and a small sticky note stuck on the cup of water. Out of curiosity, she torn it away and read:
You were very drunk last night having about half a dozen champagne flutes. I have to carry you back to your room, and Mike went grocery shopping last night getting you this survival kit.
The coffee's mine. It should be cold when you read this, but it's still drinkable. Hope you like it chill.
P/S: Drink every drop of water. It'll help the headache.
- Agent Ward.
At the beginning of the note, Skye was already having trouble keeping her jaw shut. The bewilderment and the embarrassment totally won over her first ever hangover, her mind clicked into gears immediately. He carried her back? And they brought her this? Never before has Skye seen any of her caretakers being helpful for once after she purposely being a jerk the first time to anyone who was unfortunate enough to be her details.
And Skye found herself thankful that they… didn't get annoyed. And she was thankful, truly, without being sarcastic.
With a confused face but also an appreciative tiny lopsided smile, she drank up the pill, made sure that she emptied the cup and finally, picked up the straw and stabbed it into the Starbuck's cup, though she left it idly on the table. Skye quickly checked the wall clock.
5:45. It read.
Good, that meant she have a tons of time to spare. And so she paced into the bathroom leisurely.
It was not really big compared to her old ones, of course, but at least it was prepared beforehand by the school with the necessary toiletry to be clean and normal for a week before she prepared her own stuffs. So Skye stepped in and deliberately took the blue plastic toothbrush out of the white ceramic cup on the sink then started to brush her teeth.
This school was a dream of every students. She didn't know that they allowed the students to drink alcohol on the first day of school, or even having a big welcoming party not hosted by the school itself but by its students instead. The level of freedom the faculties giving the students transcended into the level of a community built upon the students' satisfaction and trust more than boring homework and cruel teachers… But it is, for the moment, just Skye's pure imagination for she hasn't met any teachers and staffs yet. Maybe they could be quite… scary or so.
It would be quite funny if I found out the party was in fact an illegal ones. She thought and couldn't contain a bubbly smile.
Skye spitted the toothpaste out, rinsed and quickly showered her face with the tap's water. The power of Aspirin cooperated with the freezing cold water forced her out of the hangover almost immediately, her face stung a bit with the sudden cold but Skye was okay with that. Taking the chance, she also dampened her bedhead to smooth it out, though got dotted by a few cowlicks here and there but she deemed them acceptable enough to not fuzz all over it. She shook her hands dry and walked out of the bathroom, not forgetting to grasp the small furry towel on the shelf next to the door on the way out.
Simmons was already awake.
"Oh. You're awake." She said, scrubbing the towel against her wet hair. "I woke you?"
"Nah. I'm just a morning person." She said with a grin then rubbing her eyes and gave a yawn.
"…and I'm a night owl." Skye sighed then stepped aside to give way for Simmons.
"Yesterday night you were totally wrecked." She laughed mischievously while Skye narrowed her eyes, unamused.
"It's the first time I tasted alcohol. So of course." She shrugged and grabbed the Starbuck on the table.
"Really?!" Simmons exclaimed and stared back at her in shock from the bathroom.
The straw was only half way from her mouth before she glanced back: "What?"
"Skye! You never tasted alcohol in your life until last night?!" Simmons blinked rapidly. On Skye's part, she wondered what was so scary about it.
"Yes…?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. She knew Simmons was totally exaggerating matters at this point.
"Prom?" She inquired and Skye simply shook her head, her face totally indifference.
"Graduation?"
"Nope." She shook her head again.
"When you and your family received the acceptance letter?" Simmons pushed on.
"Nuh-uh. And what does this have to do with my life anyway?" She pursed her lips and rested both of her hands on her hip. Completely annoyed but also a bit amused.
"Because, duh, it marked when you become an adult!" Jemma rolled her eyes like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "And by that, I mean you just become an adult like… yesterday!"
She raised both of her hands in surrender: "Since I don't understand your life's standpoint, no comment."
Phil and May never, ever allowed her to touch alcohol, even when she was a sophomore.
It wouldn't do you any good besides manipulate you into doing weird things and gave you terrific headache in the morning. Either of them would say so when she tried to reach out for an alcoholic drink in a party, a bar or tried to order it in a restaurant they would go together in some of Phil's rare downtime. To give you a more accurate picture of how strict this rule was, even cocktails were forbidden.
But she wouldn't come clean and say something alone the line: "Because I'm the favourite princess of your ruler. And he's strict so… anyway, bow!"
Nope.
"Strict family." She shrugged and dibbed her head for the straw.
"But…"
"No but! I'm dying to have caffeine here and you're preventing me from it!" She grumbled impatiently and just dug in. She fought back a moan as the relatively cold but still bearable liquid passed her throat, the caffeine enhanced the effect of the previous stimulus. Bringing her to an almost hyper state.
"Okay then…" She muttered and closed the door. Skye felt a bit guilty but she decided not to apologize, now that she knew Simmons a bit better, she uncovered another part of her nature was exaggerating… things that aren't worth exaggera…ting?
Anyway, as soon as she have enough caffeine in her system to feel like her normal self again, she decided to head out and finally confront the guys. Armed with a few burning questions, she pushed the door open and stepped out into the quiet corridor.
The men acted like how she predicted them to be, the trio quickly stopped whatever they were doing, stood up and readied themselves. She raised her hand:
"No, I'm not leaving yet. Just… just want to talk." She mustered out with all her might the last sentence.
An incredibly awkward silence hung in the air, and when Skye decided none of them intended to reply, she started:
"Why… why would you do that?"
"Do what?" Ward returned.
"Help me survive my first ever hangover?" She asked.
There was a slight pause before Hunter spoke: "We're just doing our job, and it's our job to protect you."
Her fingers twitched nervously: "Yes, I know but… even when I'm a jerk to all of you?"
Mike immediately replied: "No you're not. Believe me, we're not that annoyed."
"Really?" She narrowed her eyes slightly.
"Yep." Hunter nodded and… grinned.
Skye was totally flabbergasted. She has never seen any agents showing any sorts of affection before. But after a brief moment of surprise, she returned with a grin of her own.
"You know what… thanks. The agents back at the House weren't very helpful at all so you know, it destroys further my belief in you guys." She explained and scratched the back of her head. Skye couldn't believe she has finally began to warm up with her bodyguards.
"Then maybe they didn't do their job right." Ward said and crossed his arms. But somehow, out of complete instinct, Skye avoided his eyes and flushed.
"Maybe. And… thanks, Ward." She chirped.
"It's no problem. So when will you ready to go?"
"A moment now. I think we'll head down to breakfast early, we'll wait for Simmons and… hang on a minute, I'll take my stuffs."
It was possible to say that a full breakfast was non-existent in Stanford. Turned out, they didn't need to wait for the rest of the House to come down for breakfast but instead, they can grab anything they wanted and go anywhere they wanted without a problem. So she made herself an easy and tasty ham sandwich, a carton of orange juice then shoved everything down a bag for later. Skye wasn't particularly hungry at that moment, actually she felt like if she had even a simple piece of fried she'd vomit all over the floor.
Yep, not appealing at all.
Then the agents surprised her yet again when they revealed they already rented five bicycles in advance, gladly, they also counted Jemma's. The girl thanked them frantically.
"So where do you go first?" Simmons asked and jumped up her bike. The men did the same and Skye admitted that all three of them picked three all-black bike for themselves: Their holy colour.
Secrecy is the key. She smugly thought.
"Oh, I have… Cryptography I in Gates Computer Science building." She announced and Ward also pulled out a map for himself to check the route.
"Biology I in Gilbert Biological Sciences. Oh hey, we're actually next to each other." Simmons said and Skye chuckled.
"Kay. I'll see you there, been a while since I do this though." She said and stepped on her bike's pedals. It was wobbly at first but she soon got the old experiences back. Her friend and bodyguards quickly caught up.
In a flash, Hunter was already ahead of her, leading the way like how he did on the stairs yesterday. Skye took a quick glance back and saw the pair of agents rode protectively on each side, forming a triangular bubble sandwiched Simmons and Skye.
"Skye, it felt like they're protecting us." Simmons giggled and Skye just rolled her eyes, whispering to herself: "You have no idea."
Yes, again. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I promised the next one will. Deepest apologize and thank you for reading!
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