Authors note: Here's the next chapter. This one's gonna be pretty short too. But, you get to meet the new kid in this one. Now, I'm sure there are plenty of you that can already see where this is going. But, thankfully, I have a few things to throw at you that I don't think you'll entirely expect. {EDITED!}
Disclaimer: Still don't own anything.
Chapter 2: The Meeting
Mr. Jansen was giving another lecture when the principal came to the door. "Excuse me," he said. "Can I borrow Ms. Granger?"
"Fine, fine," said Mr. Jansen, who quickly returned to his lecture. Hermione grabbed her things and followed the principal out into the hall. That's when she saw him: the new kid. He was leaning up against the lockers, listening to an MP3. He wore grey skinny jeans and green high top converse. A 'Blood on the Dance Floor' T-shirt was visible underneath his open, military-style jacket. The green canvas messenger bag slung over his shoulder was covered in buttons, badges and pins. He was slender, tall and had bright, platinum blonde hair that was almost white. What really drew her in, though, were his eyes. They were the color of the sky on a stormy day, made more intense by the black that outlined them.
'Sarah was right… He IS dreamy…' she thought.
He looked up and his eyes widened for a brief second when he saw the girl in front of him. 'What the HELL!?' he thought. A few strands of hair fell in front of his eyes as he looked away.
"Now, Ms. Granger," said the principal. "This is Jakob. He is new here. And I'd like you to show him around. You know this school better than any other student so there should be no complications. I'm counting on you to show him the ropes, teach him the rules, you know…" And with that, he left the two students.
The bell rang and they headed off to their next class. "Ok," she said, glancing down at his schedule. "Oh, look. We have the same first period: Accelerated American Literature. You showed up on a pretty good day actually. We're starting 'The Crucible' today." Though she appeared calm and collected, on the inside she was beaming. 'I get to see him at least once every day. I could try to get to know him a bit… maybe become friends…' She glanced over at the silent, brooding boy. Though he looked like a total rebel, his downcast eyes seemed vulnerable. She couldn't help but think he looked familiar as they made their way to class.
They reached the classroom of Mrs. Critch. She was about 70 years old. Honestly, everyone wondered why she hadn't retired yet… She had been at the school for 45 years, teaching all the same material. She was in love with the literature that she taught, though. And she was the ONLY one. The students filtered into the classroom.
"Take your seats, class," she croaked after the final bell rang. "We have a new student joining us today." She looked at the blonde boy sitting in the back. "Please, stand up and tell us your name."
He stood from his seat, putting down his book. "Jakob McKnight," came his drawling voice.
Note: Again, I know it's short. Its hopefully gonna get better later on. I'm hoping to make the plot longer and more complicated. Possibility of Lemon? YES, there is! But only if people review!