She’s looking at me like I should be kneeling in her presence, she’ll be waiting some time for that.
I tilt my head and keep my voice bored.
“Nope.”
My inner bitch loves popping the ‘p’, but it seems my new friend does not appreciate my sass.
People are definitely staring now, if the gasps are anything to go by, seems nobody stands up to this girl. Noted, but I couldn’t give a shit.
I continue to look her in the eye. As much as I don’t want to talk to this girl, I also don’t want to give her my back.
“You’re clearly new around here so let me catch you up real quick,” she smirks.
“I’m Wren Dietrichson and I run this Academy. You were a nobody before you got here and you sure as shit don’t have what it takes to survive. So there is no way you are walking towards the Ace honey, it isn’t for you. Why don’t you run along back to the Joker Block before I show you what we’re made of at the top.”
Dietrichson? So, she’s related to the Head, fuck me like we needed two of them. The group she was sat with chuckle to my left, seems they’re all Ace material, from their matching vibes.
Looking around, no one can come at me from the right with the water feature there, no one’s behind this bitch, her friends are to my left and I can’t sense anyone behind me. She’s not going to like that I am actually in Ace, so I need to be ready for this to go further south without losing my I.D. box.
“I’m sorry to disappoint you Wendy, but my key says Ace Block, so if you’re finished...” I hold the rest of the sentence trying to act indifferent, but I can’t help but get her name wrong, sometimes I just can’t control my inner bitch.
“It’s fucking Wren, you stupid whore. I’m going to enjoy showing you how things go around here.”
The words have barely left her mouth and she’s already moving towards me, as soon as she gets within arm’s length she goes to grip my hair. Damn, I haven’t got time for a bitch fight. I drop my I.D. box at my feet and knock her arms to the right, as she stumbles in that direction I push to encourage her fall. With a splash she falls over the side of the water feature.
Fucking. Epic.
The water is only about knee deep but she’s floundering like she’s going to drown. I mean I could hold her under if she wanted but I don’t think I need to go any further right now. She’s screaming bloody murder and people surrounding us are either stunned in shock or laughing, but nobody is actually helping her out.
It’s notable that the ones laughing are the group she was sitting at the huge table with.
“You’re fucking dead, you hear me? I’m gonna slaughter you, make you wish you’d never been born,” she splutters around her frantic coughing.
Seeing as she’s so occupied, I take this as my cue to get the hell out of here. I look down to get my I.D. box just as a guy picks it up. I’m close to losing it now, I do not need another person causing anymore fucking issues. At least let me sleep and eat a little.
The guy looks at the box for a moment before looking at me.
Wow, he’s hot, taller than me, dusty blonde hair and bright blue eyes like the ocean. A round face with a slight splatter of freckles on his nose. He’s trim as hell with bright colored tattoos taking over his left arm. He has surfer vibes while also looking like he’s never seen a board before.
I’m trying to not get carried away with getting my fill of this guy, but they don’t make them like this back home.
Sadly, the grin on his face tells me he knows he’s hot shit, cocky assholes always gotta ruin it. I hold my hand to take the box back, but he just continues to stare.
“Steele, Gibbs and Hindman. I’m assuming Steele is your focused bloodline?”
“Yeah,” I sigh, hoping this can be over with quickly. He holds the I.D. box a moment longer, then places the object in my hands. I start moving toward the doors without missing a beat. Just as I get to the door of the building a shout slows my steps.
“Hey Princess, your bloodline may have you in Ace, but you aren’t one of us.” It isn’t the hot guy, I can tell by their voice, but I’m not hanging around to see who. Stepping inside a short older man with a kind face greets me.
“Hello, you must be Miss Steele, my name is Thomas. Let me show you to your room.”
Fuck yeah Thomas, lead the way.
CHAPTER SIX
(Roman)
What the fuck just happened? One minute Wren’s stopping some newbie from entering Ace, the next she’s swimming in the fucking water feature. At least it got her out of my personal space so I could actually breathe anything other than her perfume, it’s making me sick.
Lavender is no longer a relaxing scent, not when it’s strong enough to cause a fucking headache.
“Hey Roman, who was that?”
I look at Parker, trying to keep my tone relaxed with him but how am I expected to know exactly who she is?
“I don’t fucking know, Parker. Just steer clear of her until we do, ok?”
He cringes at my language but nods all the same. I’ve known Parker for three years, he showed up at Featherstone High at fifteen years old. I instantly took him under my wing. He has a solid bloodline, just a shame he’s a bastard and they won’t give him his surname until he’s proven himself.
He looks the part and fits in well
