Little Miss Vixen

Chapter 1- Newbie And The Vixen

              I straighten the bottom of my 50s style black dress and adjust the red ribbon on my ponytail, glance at my red lipstick one last time before picking my bag up from the ground. I hoist it up over the red cardigan I wear on top of my dress. I step away from the counter and head towards the door, flinging it open and heading out into the now empty hallways. My red heels click as I race to my math class, cringing at the thought of the lecture I’m sure to get with another tardy adding onto my pile up.

                I don’t understand why they don’t give us more time to socialize in between classes, maybe then I’d be on time. Lost in my internal rambling about how to stick it to the man in order to obtain longer breaks, I completely missed the guy that was running in the opposite direction. I only had time to close my eyes before I made impact, knocking both the androgyny guy and me to the ground. I mutter an apology before looking up into startling green eyes that are brimmed with dark eyeliner.

                “So sorry, I was in a rush and didn’t see you coming,” I breathe out. He shakes his head as he gets up offering me a hand, letting me know there’s no problem. I smile before rushing off to my intended destination, my heels slowing down the process at an attempted run.

                I stop at the dreaded classroom door to catch my breath while breathing in deeply. Heaving a sigh, I open the door to Mr. Walsh’s chemistry class and smile sheepishly.

                “Sorry I’m late,” I chirp in the direction of the tall old man at the head of the class. He lifts a hand towards his face, pushing up his glasses, before rubbing his temples.

                “What’s your excuse today, Miss Elliot?”

                “I didn’t want to start my morning off with chemistry?” I shrug my shoulders sheepishly but my answer seems to anger the teacher.

                “Principal’s office, I’m tired of your witty remarks,” he glares at me as he points a bony finger to the door. Seriously, does he get a manicure? I could swear I saw a top coat on his nails. With an eye roll, I turn on my heel and take my time making my way to the first floor once again.

                After the prolonged time, I finally stand in front of the glass doors into the almost barren office. I furrow my eyebrows in surprise as I take three tall figures inside the stuffy room. There stand two very good looking adults and a tall frame with his back towards me. Must be the new student and the new victim, by the time lunch rolls around he’ll be the talk of the school. We don’t get a lot of new students here.

                I smirk at the thought of this little golden boy having to learn the ways of this school. From what I can tell about his profile he’s buff in that athletic way, he probably thinks that he’ll just step in here and rule the school as quarterback or something. If that’s so, he’s sadly mistaken. I shake my head from my wayward thoughts and allow my whole frame inside the office. The secretary’s head snaps up towards me, she stops her conversation with the new family to acknowledge me.

                “He’s waiting for you already, Rosaline,” the old woman with laugh lines crinkling around her eyes, points her thumb to the door behind her carelessly. Knowing full well I already know that office quite a bit. She’s also one of the only people to acknowledge me by my full name but the only one who refuses to shorten it.