Chapter Six

Students were rushing off the school grounds as the bell for dismissal rung out clearly. Ivy was slouched on the steps in the shade, a scowl written on her face in permanent marker. Books were spilling out of her bag; mainly History books. She huffed to herself. Who even cared about Legacy Day and the founding families? They were old. Three hundred and thirteen years old, actually. According to the History books, anyway.

Finn appeared out of nowhere, causing Ivy to jump up with a half-angry and half-surprised shriek. The red-haired boy threw his head back and laughed, which made Ivy even more annoyed. She sat back down and swung her bag at him. "Hey!" He grinned. "I'm not that scary, am I?"

"Actually, you are pretty ugly." Ivy stuck out her tongue. "Don't do that, okay?"

Her friend spotted the Legacy Day books and leaned forward, pulling one out. "Gosh, I don't get why teachers are so obsessed over this, do you? Miss Cloud would have murdered me, had she not been a teacher, when I told her that it's a load of BS."

"I know." Ivy rolled her eyes. "Our parents too. Dad hasn't stopped nagging about it."

"I'm thinking of missing it. Skiving." Finn smirked. "I'm not giving Miss Cloud the benefit of a doubt."

Ivy whistled. "Making bets with a teacher? That's low, dude, real low."

"What? No!" He shoved the book back into her bag. "Miss Cloud said she'd have me in detention for a month if I didn't go. And I saw that as an opportunity for pranks."

"You are unbelievable." Ivy grinned. "But I wouldn't want Miss Cloud staring at me for any longer than five minutes. So what are you going to do if you don't go to Family Legacy Day?"

Finn made his eyebrows dance, grinning cheekily. "I'm going to start the after-party early, of course."

"Oh. The after-party." She made a face. "All those popular people are going, aren't they?"

He stared at her. "You mean, your sister."

Ivy nodded. "Yeah. Her."

Before Finn could ask what was up, Ivy had grabbed her bag and was jogging down the stairs, towards the school's bus. Finn leapt after her. "Wow! Slow down, Ivy!" He called. She did slow down and turned reluctantly towards him. She tended to be alone, but that didn't mean she liked being lonely.

"Sorry." Ivy apologized, gripping her bag firmly. "You know how it is. It's complicated. Story of my life, actually."

Finn chuckled. "You could say that again."

Lionel Carter was the stereotypical jock type. Wide shoulders and muscular. And a golden smile that could kill. The sun was illuminated behind the trees as the teenager stood among the rest of the Rugby team, for tryouts. He was stood beside Ben, who was rather short and not at all like Lionel. Ben shifted uneasily, but still with a smile on his face.

"Nervous?" Lionel asked.

Ben shook his head. "Not at all, my friend."

He was just about to say something else when none other than Brent Ferguson. The boy's black hair was messy, but his eyes were bright and they scanned the crowd with a disapproving manner. Lionel never thought he'd see the day that Brent would tryout for the Rugby team. He was more of a weird sight than Ben - lithe, thin and not an ounce of muscle.

He'll be squashed, Lionel mused. He partly liked the idea and was partially disgusted.

Then appeared Dustin and Scott, father and son. Dustin had dark brown hair and was muscular but lithe at the same time. Scott, meanwhile, had raven-black hair, with eyes that didn't miss a thing. He too was lithe.

"Right." Dustin clapped his hands together. "Shall we see what you can all do?"

There we have it - another chapter! Confetti, please. Yes, yes, thank you!

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