WAFs | Blood & Bones #1

WAFs | The Wicked Stare (2)

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Sunlight framed my eyes as I groggily reached out to shut up my screaming alarm clock. Walking towards the connecting bathroom, I stripped down and began taking a shower after the water has warmed up. Feeling the water run cold, I reached out for a towel and wrapped myself in it.

Wiping the fog off the mirror, I stared at my reflection. My golden hair glimmered under the sunlight that was seeping through the small cube widow above the shower, as my dark brown colored eyes looked tired from lack of sleep last night. My journal kept me up.

Reaching into my closet, I threw on what I grabbed before going downstairs to go prepare a cup of coffee. Life is hell without it. As I waited for it to brew, I piled up my books and notes that I had left messy on the table into my bag. As I threw in my last textbook, my eyes caught the white sheet of paper Sir Mark gave to me. My eyes lingering and my hand reached out midway to rip it up, but instead, I grabbed it and carefully slid it in between the pages of my Literature notebook.

Hearing the the machine pour in the coffee into my mug, I rushed to it and drank it like my day depended on it (like honestly..) not minding when it burned my tongue.

Finishing my cup up, I threw it into the dishwasher, grabbing my bag, and heading out the door.

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Pushing pass the people on the halls, I rolled my eyes at their obliviousness as I walked pass my still messed up locker– in which the janitor didn't even bother to clean up. I walked straight to the empty Homeroom classroom, getting there a little too early than usual since I didn't have to visit my locker today, I'm gonna have to wait here for a bit before the warning bell would ring.

Sighing, I threw my backpack down unto the side of my desk by the window before sitting down. I slumped unto my desk, staring through the glass that separated me from the outside world. Spacing out, I brushed my locks away from my face, forgetting to tie them to the side.

My hair is my life, but it's honestly a pain.

Hearing the classroom door open, I directed my eyes towards it. Surprised to see someone up and early. I watched as a classman I've never seen before enter the classroom, I rose an eyebrow at his heated glare directed at me. "You've got a problem?" He growled out before stumping towards what I guess was the extra seat in class.. which was beside mine.

Oh, the irony.

Ignoring him, I turned to my left and watched from the second floor students outside, as they walked around. Our school wasn't the biggest, and it sure isn't the nicest but it's pretty high up there.

Sparing a glance at the man beside me, I watched as his irritated face break into a tired sigh and slumping unto his seat. Just then, the bell rang and a wave of students came clashing in.

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"So, have you decided?" Mark asked as I tired to push in all my textbooks into my bag. Life without a locker is hard.

Sighing, I threw an irritated glare at him. "Keep them off my back, huh?" I thought for a moment. "Could you somehow get me a new locker with that deal?"

"Of course!" He chirped.

"Okay then, I guess.." I muttered, smiling in relief when I finally had all my books in.

Hearing paper shuffling, Mark smiled towards me. "Which one is it then?" He asked, handing over another list of clubs.

"Don't know." I shrugged. Mark groaned out loud, slumping his body over the seat beside mine, I almost felt bad for the old guy, but he shouldn't force teenage girls to join clubs.

"Uncle?" A new voice entered the conversation. I snapped my attention towards the open door only to see the guy that had glared at me the other day. Seeing him send another brooding look towards my direction, I rolled my eyes before throwing my bag on my shoulder and walking towards him to the door.

"Mark, I'm expecting that locker tomorrow." I yelled over my shoulder, seeing him nod before making my way outside.

"Marshall? What are.." I heard Mark trail off as I close the door behind me and walked farther down the hall.

Entering my Physical Education class, which was in the school gymnatorium side of the school. I walked straight to the girl's changing area which was found bare because I was a little late. Changing into a white t-shirt with the logo of the school and and into gym shorts, I walked towards the double doors that led to where everyone else was.

Walking into the large area only to see everyone else in my class already lined up in front of the teacher, I quickly and quietly fallowed suit.

"Okay class," My gym teacher, Era, called out. Crossing her arms over her chest. "We've got a new transferee coming today so–" She was cut off by the girls nearest to the bleachers shrieking in excitement, whispering about the upcoming transferee. Era glared at them, quickly silencing them. "Anyways," She muttered. "Ten laps on the football court. Now!"

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"Class!" Era called out, standing by the double doors that led back to the gym. Stopping to take a needed breath on my 7th lap, beads of sweat trailed down my face as I crouched down with my hands to my knees, breathing heavily.

I was too preoccupied I didn't notice Era had finished talking to us, the students surrounding her, gawking. Huffing, I made my way towards them, wanting to know what they were so excited about. Pushing through the crowd, I froze on my step when I saw the guy who stood behind Era.

Seeing me, Marshal sent his neutral glare towards me and the students– specially me, before pushing pass and unto the bleachers where he was excused.

"Now what are you all standing for!" Era yelled out, glaring at all her students. "Get moving!" Quickly racing unto the track, I began jogging my 8th lap, trying to ignore Marshal's wicked stare. Turning over, I watched as my classmate- Anna, I believe walked towards Marshal shyly, trying to talk to him. But with a scowl he turned her around even before she could get a word out of her mouth. Seeing her rushing away, scared, I glared at Marshal's direction. He had no right to scowl at her for no reason.

Rolling my eyes, I cleaned up my exercises. Being the first to finish, I quickly showered and changed into my clothes, before heading to lunch even before the bell rang.

"I know the perfect club!" Mark exclaimed at me as I walked through the doors of the room he had asked to call me to.

Raising an eyebrow, I stood before him in front of the desk he sat behind of. "What?" I asked, a little curious. I had hoped for him to not get me one, and I could have easily gotten a new locker. But with what he had announced, there was no going back on my word.

Mark sent a flashing smile towards my direction. "It's an empty club room, unoccupied. I figured it'll be best to let you start your own club since you didn't like any of the choices I've given you." He chuckles, seeing my shocked expression.

"An.. an empty club room?" I stared at him, wide eyes and disbelieving. "How do you expect me, of all people, to start some club?" I glared. "And who would even join me in such a thing? Have you seen me with these people? They despise me! The club will get disband in minutes."

What was I suppose to form? A study club? Who even joins those kinds of clubs anymore.

He nodded as my words fell unto deaf ears. "Don't tell me your chickening out now." I glared at him, shaking my head. "I didn't–"

He claps his hands loudly. "Then what's stopping you?" He chirped. "Oh, and you don't have to worry about anyone not joining, I know someone that will."

"Who?"

He smiled. "Our school's brand new transferee, Marshal Rue Dex!"