Enemies by Design

Who the Hell is Blue Kingsley

My motorcycle wasn't one of those loud obnoxious roaring ones. Silent and stealthy, I glided into the school parking lot, swerving lazily between cars and getting myself a prime spot directly in front of the school entrance. Before I got off, I took a moment to appraise my surroundings.

So this is where I'll be for the next year.

Under the "Milton High, Home of the Pumas" sign stood a crowd of students milling around in front of the closed school gates. I smirked at the sign. Ironic that it was the home of the pumas when in reality it was full of wolves. But the majority of them didn't know that.

Just as I touched my foot to the ground the wind shifted, the breeze making my hair flit around my shoulders. Almost instantly at least half of the student body turned towards me. I saw some of them not-so subtly taste the air. A look of either confusion, awe, or hate came next.

The usual.

My left heeled boot swung over to meet the right one on the ground and in that same simultaneous motion I took my helmet off. That was all it took for people to really start staring. I smirked, slinging my bag on my shoulder, and walked confidently into the school, not looking at any one person directly. It honestly felt like I was walking in slow motion like in the movies when the badass arrives, hair flying behind me in the wind and all.

I made it into the gates and wandered around rather aimlessly for a few minutes before finally finding the office I was looking for. I made sure to look like I knew where I was going though. Don't want to look like I was lost on my first day of school.

The lady at the desk hardly looked up as I walked in. Human. "How can I help you?" She said in an irritatingly nasal voice without even looking away from her computer screen. She must have sensed me with her super-advanced-receptionist-magic. "Scarlett Lennox. I'm new."

Ms. Receptionist nodded, eyes still glued to whatever was happening on her screen. "The principal will be right with you. Please take a seat." It sounded monotone and recited. Nonetheless, I followed her instructions.

Less than two minutes of staring at an ugly painting later, a man walked in. He looked at me with a kind smile and ushered me into his office. Once in, he sat down at his desk and shook my hand. "I'm Mr. Sullivan. Welcome to Milton High School". I sighed in relief. Definitely human. "Class starts in twenty minutes, so I'll let you be on your way. Here's your schedule. There's a map on the back but I'm sure you can ask someone for help. As you'll learn, people are quite friendly here". He smiled, and I nodded in thanks before leaving his office. The receptionist, once again, didn't even spare 0.2 seconds to look at me as I made my way out.

Since there was twenty minutes left, I made my way through the hallways looking for the locker numbered A301, that was designated as mine on the top of my schedule. There was no reason to go as I had nothing to put in it but it was a good way to pass the time. It took me a while to find it, and when I did I was disappointed to see it was a bottom locker, and I probably wouldn't be using it much. Shame.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and almost jumped up to the ceiling in fright, but managed to hold my ground. Had they found me already? I whirled around, ready to attack, but it was a frightened looking puny brunette. "You're the new girl, right?"

I stared at her, not really sure what to say. I must have looked like an idiot.
"Who are you?" She said tentatively. "Everyone's been staring at you and I don't know why. I mean- is there something I don't know?" She stuttered. Human.

I gained my voice back. "I don't know. Everyone here seems really weird. Some people have been giving me dirty looks." I said in a conspiratory tone.

She smiled, relieved. "They all saw you get here in your motorcycle. No one here rides a motorcycle, except for Blue Kingsley, and you took his spot. You probably shouldn't do that again tomorrow."

"Its a good spot." I said, "and who the hell is Blue Kingsley?".