Possession

First Day (2)

She waved goodbye to Alice as she left the art room before heading to her A.P English class.

After handing her slip to her teacher, Mr. Yelda, she sat down in the only seat available.

It was next to a pale tall girl, who had long wavy blonde hair. She was breathtaking and her very presence seemed elegant, as if she was above everyone.

Imogen tried to avoid eye contact as she sat next to her.

The blonde ignored her for the majority of the class.

Until a situation happened with one of the students.

Everything was peaceful until the teacher had said that everyone needed to be partnered up.

Almost immediately, a guy came over and stood in front of the girl next to her.

"Hey, Rosie–Babe. Wanna work together?" He said, attempting and failing to sound charming.

The girl—Rose?— rolled her eyes at him. "No, now go away."

The boy scoffed. "Oh, come on. Why not? We could even go over to my house after and have some fun." He said as if that was suppose to convince her.

"Do I have to repeatedly tell you that I have no interest in you and that I never will? And you know that I have a boyfriend." She said, her eyes cold a she glared at him.

Seeing the guy about to say something else, Imogen intervened.

"She said no. Or is that something your little brain can't comprehend?" She said, bringing the guy's attention to her.

"I wasn't talking to you." He said and Imogen rolled her eyes. "Yeah and she doesn't want to talk to you. Leave her alone."

The boy looked smug as he raised an eyebrow. "Or what? You can't do anything to me."

Imogen laughed. "My uncle is the Chief of Police and more then willing to help me hide a body." She said, completely serious.

She stood up and got in the boy's face. "If you don't leave her alone, you won't ever be seen again. I promise you that."

The boy all but ran back to his seat.

"I'm Rosalie Hale." The blonde introduced after a moment of silence.

Imogen blinked at her before smiling and introducing herself. "Imogen Sparrow."

Rosalie eyed her and then hummed. "I suppose you aren't so bad. And it wouldn't be completely terrible if you joined." Rosalie muttered to herself before turing back to her assignment.

But Imogen had heard her and she was very confused on what Rosalie meant by that.

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After leaving A.P English, (something that she was still confused about) she headed to A.P History.

After handing her slip to her teacher, Mrs. Crotty, she sat down. A few minutes later, someone sat down next to her.

She turned and saw a tall boy. He was at least 6'2, maybe 6'3. He had beautiful honey blonde hair that reached to his collar bone. It somehow went well with his pale skin.

Imogen couldn't exactly see but she could guess that he was muscular.

She gave him a smile as she put her hand in front of him. "I'm Imogen Sparrow."

"I'm Jasper Hale." He said as he shook her hand and gave her a nod.

Imogen blinked when she realized that there was some sort of accent there but didn't say anything about it.