Alex Rider: Living with the SAS

Chapter 10

Alex sat in the chopper fixing her hair, cutting off bits and pieces that have grown too long to make them look decent. "Wait. Doesn't America's school allow you to wear your own clothing? Why are we wearing uniform?" Alex asked. "Because it's our first day in school. They need to know who's new and stuff. It's just for one day but they allowed us to wear our own shoes."
"And why can't I wear combat boots instead?"
"Because it's sexier to wear knee high boots with skater skirts." Alex blinked. True... Alex looked out of the window as they were half way across already. Alex jerked awake when she felt the change in aerial height. she looked out to see that they are touching down on the school's helipad. This school has a helipad... Rich people. Alex mused as she gathered her belongings. "I just realised something." Alex said as she adjusted the shoulder strap of her duffle bag. "What?" The two lovebirds, that are not only real lovebirds in their normal lives but lovebirds in missions, asked in unison. Alex smiled internally, she was glad that their relationship works out and can last considering they actually do missions together and can maintain that relationship while on missions. "I only have military uniform. I have nothing to wear."
"Ohhhhh!! Yasssss!! Shopping time!!" Skylar squealed. Urghh... I should have kept my mouth shut... "I hate shopping." Alex mumbled. "I know right! Hi-five!" Ash exclaimed as he held out a hand which Alex slapped her hand to.

"Hi. We're here for our schedules?" Skylar asked, being as slutty as she can to her boyfriend who doesn't mind the least bit. The lady eyed the two lovebirds, she looks disgusted then she looked over to Alex whose mouth twitched in annoyance at the two. Then Alex noticed the lady looking at her, she gave the lady a small shy smile. The lady was slightly surprised but send her a warm kind smile anyways. That girl... Red hair and smoky eye and piercings and bandages? She's acting nothing like the way she looks. I guess I shouldn't have judged a book by its cover but... I can't say the same for that two. The lady thought as she glanced up at the lovebirds making out and to see Alex shuffle away and towards the desk. "Hi. Sorry about their behaviour." Alex said quietly, her throat still throbbed from the gun shot wound. "What happened to you, Miss...?"
"Uh, Alexa but you can call me Alex or Al." Alex said a little monotoned. Guess this girl is the quiet, mysterious but polite type. The type that spoke very little but always spoke the right amount depending on the person and how much information is needed to be given out. Not a lot but enough to get the message across. Very rare.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Mrs O'Neill." She introduced, extending a hand out for Alex to shake. "Right. So what happened to you? Got into a fight? Who would fight a beautiful girl like you! They have no bloody manners!" She said jokingly but wasn't joking about them being rude or Alex being beautiful. "You could say that. But the good news is I won."
"Good! Show them who's boss! Ha!" Mrs O'Neill said triumphantly as she gathered the crisp papers that came out from the printer and started sorting them out for each of them. "Oh." She made that noise of surprise when she saw what class Alex was and she then went to check when Alex's birthday was. She was younger, in freshman year -9th grade, 15- but she is studying in senior year -12th grade, 18-. "Wow, you skipped 4 grades?" At that, from Alex's emotionless gaze it turned into a cheeky shy smile. It wasn't a fake shy, Alex was legit shy. No one ever complimented her like that before, calling her beautiful, smart, etc. no one. "Can I bring you to class? I really wanna tell them about your age. I wanna see their reactions! It's one of the things on my bucket list!" Mrs O'Neill said excitedly as she shoved those papers to the couple and lead them all to the dormitory area and showed them their rooms. Alex pulled out her plain black notebook and a plain black pencil case from Kikki K. She also grabbed her black laptop bag and gestured for Mrs O'Neill to lead the way after they retrieved her textbooks. Mrs O'Neill knocked on the door and slid it open without waiting for an invitation. "Hello! Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Jeffrey. You have a new student." Mrs O'Neill said cheerfully before stepping in and waving a hand for the beautiful red haired teen to come in.
Clack. Clack. Clack. Clack. Clack.
The sound of the thin heels on the floor can be heard throughout the quiet classroom that held their breaths all guessing what the newbie is gonna be like. High heels? Is she the slutty type? Why did she transfer at the year? What does she look like? She is gonna be a bitch?
What they saw weren't really in that list that they listed as stereotypes. The boys drooled when they saw her. She was one hot girl. Hottest one of, well, everyone. To top that off, she was looked badass. A few extra piercings on her ears, bandages around her neck and throat which were slightly stained with a few dots of blood, red hair, red lips, smoky eyes. She was looking at them with an unreadable expression. Her eyes moved from left to right like she was scanning the class, which she is. "Alright. This is Alexa. Alexa this is Mr. Jeffrey." Alex turned around and smiled at the teacher and gave him a handshake. He was her history teacher. I thought she was gonna be rude...
"Tell us something about yourself if you don't mind." At that request the teacher made, Alex looked a little uncertain. It was like she didn't trust any of them and she didn't the class is slut, bitches, bitchy cheerleader, more bitches, badgirls, nerds, jocks and playboys/ f*boys which ever way you like to call them. The only one which was fine was her principle, Jace Parker. The 18 year old regarded her with icy blue eyes that has the most beautiful irises that held of hint of an emotion she can't place.
Wow... She's beautiful. Jace thought and soon realised what that weird feeling was. He was having a crush on her. It wasn't just a mere crush, he felt like he loves her. "... I'm not sure sure where to start so ask me questions. I'll choose whether to answer them or not." Her beautiful mature voice sounded. "Do you have a boyfriend?" A guy shouted out. Every guy in the room held their breaths in anticipation. "No." Bursts of exclamation of 'yes' and 'thank god' and 'she's mine' can be heard. Alex frowned at them all with a weirded out look. Alex looked at Jace, the only one who didn't talk, begging silently for help. They both were surprise when their eyes meet and there was this surge of electricity. It's the chemistry! Muhahaha. Jokes. No.
"I think we should get to know her later during lunch instead." Jace suggested. "Great idea."
"One last thing, Mr Jeffrey?"
"Yes?"
"She's not 18." Mrs O'Neill said and the reactions were priceless. Many of them were gawking and someone shouted in surprise. "How old is she then? She looks 18-19."
"She's..." Mrs O'Neill paused for the effect. "She's 15."
"What?! No way! She skipped 4 FREAKING grades??!!"
Mrs O'Neill laughed so hard and hi-fived the slightly smirking teen. "Thank you so much for helping me complete that wish!" Mrs O'Neill said happily and slipped her a small piece of paper before leaving.
"Right so Ms beautiful genius, where would you like to sit?" Mr Jeffrey asked. "Sit here!" Were heard and they all gave her flirty looks. Alex ignored them all and sat next to the stoic boy, Jace. Once she sat down, he surprised her with a smile. The slutty girls in the class screamed their protests at why the newbie gets the badboy. The rest that were badgirls but were normal all looked like they respected her because she was able to make the stoic badboy smile on the first day. "Hey I'm Jace Parker." He whispered. "Hi."
"Continuing on with our lesson. Anyone remember how Abraham Lincoln died?... No one? Alexa, you look like you do."
"He was shot in the back of the head with a .44 caliber Derringer, percussion-cap pistol by John Wilkes Booth whose assassination plot was the only successful one." Alex replied. "That is correct." The teacher said as he double checked with his notes. "Who did he team up with, do you know?"
"David Herold, John Surratt, George Atzerodt, and Lewis Powell. He wanted Powell to break into Secretary of State William Seward's house and stab him to death, and for Atzerodt to shoot ice President Andrew Johnson at the Kirkwood Hotel. Atzerodt lost his nerve and fled without attack. Powell successfully entered but he fled without killing Steward." Alex replied quietly yet flawlessly.
She's that good? Man... I'm in love. Jace mused. This is faster than I thought. I wonder how those bitches are gonna treat me... Alex thought as she took down small notes for just in case, like when someone needs help with homework or needs to copy some notes.