CHAPTER 3
"Remind me what I'm doing here again?" I asked Daniel inside the car. Minutes ago I had vehemently refused any involvement in my fathers plans to 'insert' me into an already full class because he deemed I was 'special'.
Daniel only looked amused at my chagrin.
"A detailed account? Well, your dad threatened to take your allowance, ah, no, you actually didn't care about that. He gave a long lecture about humiliation when he signed you up, only to find that his 'beloved daughter'-"
"Shut up," I growled, facing the window.
It was raining.
I had to force myself to walk inside the building I already detested.
"Jeaniene."
I realized I had been walking too slow.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I don't like this school. I'm sorry because I'm going to die, and-"
"Don't say that," he cut across roughly. "And you don't know that, so drag your ass up here."
I scowled as my footsteps thudded heavily in the soaked ground. I looked down at my dress and sighed. My father had dressed me a little too elegantly and the splashes of my footsteps wet my clothes. Ah. To hell with the dress. I could change back to something more comfortable later.
There were lots of students today, bustling about in the busy corridor.
I heard Daniel curse. "Left the bags in the car. Wait here, I'll go get them." I nodded in understanding. Once he left, I looked around, and the closer I inspected, the more I could see. They used magic around here. There were multicoloured plants and seats outside were odd-shaped.
For some strange reason, I wanted to touch it. Very badly, in fact. The curves of the green leaf and it's tiny hairs sticking out... Instinctively, my hand moved up to touch it.
"Leave it," a loud, male voice commanded.
I stopped and looked around, but I couldn't find the source. But I was insanely curious about the texture of-
"Are you deaf? I said leave it."
-But I didn't seem to fight the growing need to feel the texture, to sense the-
Then something crashed on me. It was heavy. And damn, it hurt like hell.
"Would you preferred to be crushed, pounded or beaten up?" I had to recover for a minute. Now I saw the guy who spoke earlier as well as the guy who just collided with me.
I had to admit, they were good looking, but it wasn't like I was in the position to think that way.
"Although I'd like to point out that they're practically the same things, I find your full weight suffocating, so neither," I mumbled, frustrated at the disaster that was my clothes. If I thought they had been terrible and uncomfortable, well, now they were filthy and horrible. It was dirty from the fall and now I was even more determined for a quick change.
"Bitch-"
"Leave her," the guy from earlier said. I notice he had green eyes, but it looked cold from my angle. Heck, maybe this guy was just usually like this.
"Cormac? You know I can't let that pass."
"It's amusing to see your reaction about a girl's comment to your weight, but you can hardly beat up a new girl."
"She insulted me."
"Overweight? But that's not what I meant!" I interrupted.
"See? Playing innocent? Who is this girl anyway? Some rubbish they picked up and allowed in our school?"
