Wyatt walks me to the office. At least we aren’t late here. We approach a big ornate desk with a little woman sitting behind it. When I say little, I mean little, compared to me which is saying something. She has graying hair cut short and styled like a punk rock pixie. She has a form fitting navy blue top and chunky gold jewelry hanging from her ears, neck and wrists.
“Excuse me.” I say sweetly. I figure I will start with soft and sweet and go from there.
She looks up at us giving me a full body appraisal, then lifts an eyebrow in question.
“My name is Skylar and Pm new. I was going over my schedule this morning at breakfast and in my rush to get here on time I left it behind. Could I get another copy, please. I want to make sure I don’t inconvenience the teachers, by having to guess my next lesson. I smile hoping this is a simple transaction.
Of course, it wasn’t going to be that easy.
“Skylar, is it? The way the Alpha King spoke of you, I figured you would be intelligent enough to remember your schedule. What makes you think I would give you a duplicate schedule?”
I am so tired of the attitudes from everyone. No one here knows me and yet I keep getting treated like I am the scum of the earth not worthy to be here. I let my temper get the better of me and respond.
“Honestly?” She raises an eyebrow again. “I don’t fully trust the person who gave it to me and I want to check I don’t like getting my information secondhand. If you really don’t want to print another schedule for me, can I at least look to confirm what I was given?” I look her in the eye, not wavering.
“That’s better. Start with the truth next time, you aren’t great at getting out the cute and innocent story. I huffed and smiled at her. Wyatt let out a quiet laugh behind me. “My name is Theresa, and if you need anything else while you’re here, just let me know. I got a look at your transcripts and set your schedule myself.
You are a rare one.” She winks at me and jumps up to pull a paper off the printer behind her. “This is your correct schedule, you must be someone to look out for if Drina is trying to hold you back after being on site for less than a day.” She reminds me of Martha and I have a feeling we are going to be great friends.
I thanked her and Wyatt and I set out for my first class.
The day was like any other high school day. Wyatt kept me entertained by trying to see if he could distract me during every single lesson. Everything from flicking my ponytail like he’s the one who’s 15 not me, to knocking my pencils and notebooks on the floor while Pm taking notes. I was ready to punch him. He only stopped when the science teacher called him out about not paying attention the first time around and maybe the second time he would be able to comprehend the information and pass all the tests.
All of the girls seemed to like having an ‘older’ hot guy to stare at though, but thankfully no one approached us. They were either too intimidated by him or maybe thought we were together. That didn’t stop him from basking in the attention. I had to remind him that they were minors and he physically couldn’t do anything about any attraction they felt for him anyway. Only when I told him that he would embarrass himself by not even being able to please them with his warrior brand in place and that he would be the height of all the worst rumors did he stop trying to flirt back.
I didn’t find Sierra until lunch, when she ran up and almost tackled me. “Oh, man! I have been trying to find you all day, but you aren’t in any of my classes since they have you on a fast track and you get to skip all the unnecessary stuff.”
