Mission impossible with Mr impossible

Chapter five: Welcome to Belmont Academy.

Welcome to Belmont.

I feel something poke my face but I ignore it and continue to sleep. I was like a bear in hibernation, completely cut off from the rest of the world.

I could vaguely hear a hushed conversation going on but I was too tired to investigate.

I feel the cars plush cushion shift a bit and I make a small whining noise, snuggling deeper into the warm seat. There’s more movement before I jolt awake by a loud horn blaring in my ear. I let out a scream of surprise and knock my head against Ryder’s accidentally.  He groans but held a wicked grin on his face.

“You know there is a nicer way of waking up someone?!”  I see him holding his phone up with a sound app. Bastard, I think before looking down at myself in horror.

Dammit! How did I end up in this position? My limbs were tangled with his and there was no space between our bodies what. So. Ever.

“You were squishing my man junk with your legs.”

I push him away with a look of disgust on my face and scurry back to my corner, needing my personal bubble again. I see my reflection through the window and make a face. My wavy, auburn hair was a tangled mess on top of my head. The phrase “like a birds nest” comes to mind.

“You look like Frankenstein.” He snorts. I give him a dry look.

“Gee thanks and you certainly didn’t get any better looking while I was asleep.”  I grumble at my obvious lie. He knew he had girls pinning after him.

“Baby, if I got any better looking I’d be raped by every hormonal teenager in the world.”

“Well aren’t you modest?” I scoff, rolling my eyes.

“Well aren’t you a bundle of sunshine?” Ryder shoots back. My internal clock is still running on American time so in my head it is way too early for me to be dealing with this so instead of arguing with him I ask

“How long ‘til we get there? Where ever ‘there’ is.”  

“No witty comeback. No punch in the arm. What happened, little mermaid?”

“Can’t you just answer my question, Ryder?” I say in an exasperated tone, still overwhelmed by jetlag.

“We’re actually here.” As if on cue, a pair of giant wrought iron gates appears, blocking our path. The car begins to slow as the gates swing open on their hinges, letting us inside. I’m guessing they were expecting us, I supposed.

 A long winding paved road leads uphill, through the thicket of tall, moss green covered trees. Ferns brush the Maserati as it passes through until the forest begins to thin out. Straight ahead, bright white light penetrates the ground and finally the woodland opens up into a clearing.

As if rising out of the ground, a massive grey granite brick building fills my view. Intricately crafted Celtic knots carved out of stone skirt the perimeter of the roof. Vines run up and along the west wing of the building like claws, avoiding the arched stain glass windows. A turret is to the right ending in a point like a witch’s hat. Marble steps funnel in, leading to a set of huge curved double doors. It reminds me of a medieval castle. Perfectly manicured lawns take up the rest of the surrounding land. The car rounds the fountain that occupies the centre of the gravel driveway, coming to a stop at the bottom of the steps. I hop out of the car, eyeing the academy, drinking in all of its features.

“Welcome to Belmont Academy, Roxanne Knight. Where we train you to be the best undercover agent you can be.” A smooth voice floats over to me from the doorway. There stands a curvaceous, dark skinned lady with a pair of sophisticated black rimmed glasses perched on the bridge of her nose. Her mid-length jet black hair hangs in soft curls, shaping her face. She wears a black pencil skirt paired with a dark purple blouse and black pumps. She smiles keenly at me. Ryder gets out, rounding the car only to come stand next to me.