Chapter 2
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Ella walked the empty hallway aimlessly. First day of school and she was fucking lost. Provost Higgins was no help at all. He had given her her schedule, a pat on the back, and sent her on her way. No tour no nothing.
She was already more than fifteen minutes late for her first class, which was history. Awesome.
She continued along, stopping only to check room numbers and her schedule. As she turned a corner she came face to face with who she assumed to be a teacher.
"Is there a reason your not in class, Miss...?" the short woman asked.
"Alexander, Ella Alexander, and yes. I can't find my class," Ella said, pulling out her schedule.
"Ah you must be our new student, who is your first period teacher?"
"Ms. Palmer," Ella replied, reading the name off her schedule. The woman smiled.
"Well your in luck, Miss Alexander. I happen to be Ms. Palmer, and I was just on my way to the office to collect you," she explained to Ella who arched an eyebrow.
"Collect me? They told me to make my way to first class," Ella said, shoving her schedule into her side bag.
"Well I guess there was a missunderstanding then, lets get you to class," Ms. Palmer said, spinning on her black kitten heel and walking down the hallway. For a short woman, Ella had trouble keeping up.
Ms. Palmer opened a classroom door and ushered Ella inside. The classroom looked more like the auditorium back at her old school in Boston. It was huge.
"Everyone welcome Miss Ella Alexander," she said, her voice loud and carrying over the body of students.
There were a few murmured hello's, but not much. "Take a seat next to Mr. Garwin and we'll comence with our lesson," Ms. Palmer said, motioning to a long bench type seat to the right.
Ella sat down and glanced beside her. "You've got to be kidding me," she mumbled, meeting Reid's pale blue stare with her own chocolate brown one.
"What was that Ms. Alexander?" Ms. Palmer asked from her desk.
"Ella and I are old friends," Reid called, slinging an arm over her shoulder.
"No, we really aren't," Ella said, shaking him off and gaining a few laughs from the other students.
Ms. Palmer shook her head with a chuckle and started the lesson.
Ella pulled out her notebook and began taking her notes, her pen flying across the notebook in her neat, tiny scrawl.
And hour or so later, the bell rang dismissing them. Ella quickly shoved her stuff into her bag and exited the classroom.
She would have got lost in the sea of students if someone had not grabbed hold of her elbow and pulled her safely to the side.
"Which class do you have next?" Reid asked, letting go of her elbow and falling into step with her.
"Why do you care?" she shot back, eyebrow raised. He sighed loudly.
"You were over fifteen minutes late to first period, its quite obvious you don't know your way around here," he said with a shrug.
She sighed. He was right. "I have Calculus with Mr. Manson," she said, glancing at her schedule.
Reid smirked, his blue eyes flashed in excitement. "Lucky girl, you have your next class with me and the boys,"
"Oh joy. How will I ever contain my excitment?" she drawled, folding her schedule and placing it in her pocket.
He just shook his head in amusement and continued on down the hallway. "Are you coming?" he turned and asked.
"Uh, yeah," she answered, speed walking to catch up with his longer gait. "So who are 'The boys'?" she asked, as they turned the corner. Into another, wider hallway.
He stared at her incredulously. "The Sons of Ipswich?" he questioned, like she would know what it meant. "You honestly don't know what I'm talking about?"
"No. I just moved here, so forgive me for not being up to date with everything," she said with a shrug.
"Holy shit, you're really out of the loop. It's kind of a long story, but the Sons of Ipswich, were decendants of the four founding familys, Danvers, Garwin, Parry and Simms," he explained as they entered the classroom, another auditorium of sorts. "I am from the Garwin family, You met Tyler the other day, he's from the Simms line,"
Ella sat beside him, intrigued. "And the other two?" she asked, pulling out her notebook and pencils.
"Caleb Danvers and Pogue Parry. You'll meet them in a minute or so. Like I said, you have this class with me and 'the boys'." he said leaning back into his seat.
"What about 'the boys'?" a deep voice asked from her left. She looked up into the dark eyes a very muscular, very tall boy.
"Pogue, Caleb, this is Ella. She's the one who got owned by Ty's hummer on the weekend." Reid said, slinging his arm around the back of her chair. She slid forward on her seat, earning chuckles from Caleb and Pogue, who sat in front of them.
"I'm of the boys," said the dark eye'd boy who she had first seen. He was stocky, and had chin length, dark brown hair. He shook her hand, a flashed a brilliant smile. Caleb playfully nudged Pogue away and took her hand in his own.
"I'm Caleb Danvers. The self procclaimed leader of said 'boys'," He said, bright hazel eyes sparkling. He had short chocolate brown hair, and a lanky frame. She should her head in amusment.
"I'm Ella, the one this idiot crashed into on the weekend," she said, jabbing her thumb in Reid's diretion.
"Hey, I said I was sorry. And Tyler's going to get your car fixed so quit complaining," he chastised, shaking his head.
"I don't actually remember you apologizing, although your friend was very kind and apologized many times," she retorted.
"So I'm not a saint. Sue me," he shrugged with a smile. "But you couldn't have taken it to heart if your talking to me now," he added with a smirk. She ignored him, and turned her focus to the teacher who had just entered the room. She felt herself losing that focus as he spoke on and on about linear functions.
She was doodling in her notebook, when a shadow was cast over her desk. Again she found herself looking upward. This time, into they eyes of Tyler. He smiled at her, before continuing to the next row to sit next to Caleb.
"Am I in his desk?" she whispered to Reid, worried. He had been fiddling with his phone all class, texting.
"Yup," he answered, not looking up from the screen. She glanced down at Tyler, who was whispering with Caleb.
"Should I offer him his desk back?" she asked nervously.
"No." Reid said simply, still texting. "I didn't feel like sitting next to him anyway," he added, earning a laugh from Pogue, who had been listening in.
She copied down a few notes from the front board, realising she had already done this unit in Calculus, back in her old school in Boston. She went ahead, finnish the assigned problems with ease.
"Alright class. I'll give you twenty minutes to finnish these problems. They will be your ticket out the door." Mr. Manson said, the rest of what he said drowned out by a collective groan from the students.
Quiet chatter began amoung the class, students asking for help, students giving help, but mostly students complaining about doing the work.
"This is bullshit. I don't want to do this," Reid groaned, slamming a hand down on his desk. Several people jumped. "Sorry," he muttered to Mr. Manson.
"We're in school. What else would you do but work?" Ella asked, laying her pencil had finnished in a few minutes, she didn't know what he was complaining about. It was easy.
"There are a whole lot of things I'd rather be doing," he said, winking at her. She glared at him and turned away.
"You're a pig." she said, pulling her hoodie tighter around herself. One thing about this school she was glad for, was that they abolished the school uniform rule. Everyone was free to where what they wanted, within reason.
"Reid, leave her alone," Tyler said, turning to face them. "Not every girl is stupid enough to fall for your tricks. Give it a rest." he said, meeting Reid's gaze evenly.
"Hey, she willingly sat next to me. I didn't force her. I'm just having a little fun Baby boy, cool your jets." Reid snapped, standing up. "Mr. Manson I have an appointment with Provost Higgins," he said, leaving the room without another word.
Tyler smiled apologetically, and shrugged. "Sorry about that. Reid just needs to be put in his place,"
"He wasn't really bothering me. I mean, I sat next to him yeah, but only because he was the only person I knew. I expected the comments," she told him, with a shrug. Hurt flashed in Tyler's warm, forest green eyes. "But thank you, it's alway nice to have back-up," she added quickly.
He smiled. "Anytime," he replied, turning back to his work. The bell then rang, signalling the end of class. She entered the hallway, it was even busier than before. She pulled out her schedule, and found she had a study period in the library. The large room was just down the hall, and she found it without fault. She took a seat at a long wooden table, setting her bag in front of her. There were no teachers around, just students filing in and settling at tables and computers.
"So where did you move here from, Ella?" Caleb asked, sitting down across from her. She flinched at his sudden appearance.
"Uh. Boston," she answered, fiddling with the strap of her bag.
"Weird. Why would your parents want to move from the city to little old Ipswich?" he questioned, pulling some text books out of his bag.
"They didn't. I live with my big sister, Jessica." she said quietly, staring at her lap.
"Oh. Oh." Caleb said, suddenly looking very uncomfortable. "So Reid has his sights set on you," he started, changing the conversation.
"Oh does he?" she inquired, leaning forward. "Somehow I don't think I'm his type. I don't speak slut." she said, earning a hearty laugh from Caleb.
"I think thats what he likes. There's something different about you," he gazed at her. "Not that that's a bad thing." he added hurridly. And then he smiled at someone over her shoulder.
A pretty blonde girl walked around the table and sat next to him. They shared a quick kiss and Caleb introduced her. "Ella, this is my girlfriend Sarah," he said. "Sarah, this is the girl Reid almost killed on the weekend with Ty's hummer," Sarah's eye's widened.
"Yeah, that sounds like Reid. Nice to meet you Ella," she said, shaking her hand with a smile. "I hear you put him in his place too, thats good. It'll be nice to have another smart girla around here,"
They both laughed. Her first day and she had already made a few friends..if she could even call them friends. She suddenly felt much better about living in Ipswich. Maybe it would be a good change. It couldn't be any worse than what she endured in Boston.
Chapter 2 !
I'm sorry I waited so long to post this. I started writing after I posted the first chapter, but I didn't have any inspiration. And then last night I had a weird dream, which sent me on a whole new plotline!
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