Something .... New (Seth Clearwater)

Dress Code

Not long after my rescue of the russet jumper. My dad got offered a job at the school on the Reserve, it wasn't surprising since my family is the only one of Indian decent that wasn't working or living on the Reserve. But considering we weren't descended from the Quileute Tribe or any other Western Tribes, it made sense.

So there I stood, in front of a decently sized school, a little on the small side but big enough. At least big enough to house all of these bronze skinned adolescents, who suddenly made me feel very pale even though I was within one shade of them all I saw how all pretty much shared the same tan skin and midnight hair, with a few exceptions.

Done observing the masses, I puff out my cheeks and hike towards the office, silently thanking it was almost Summer.

Walking in I realized, being the last month of school, no really gave a shit anymore. Since finals were out of the way  and teachers probably just going busy work they had no intention of grading, no one even bothered to wear a backpack.

 "Much less stick to dress code." I noted as a girl walked by with shorts so short they could be considered a belt.

I sat in an uncomfortable rickety chair as I patiently waited for the receptionist to come back from chasing down the previously mentioned rule breaker. 

As I'm waiting a boy approaches the counter, leaning over, obviously looking for the lady who's now probably halfway down the hall by now.  "She's on an errand." 

Startled he turns around as he grips his chest. "Oh geez, you scar-"

Suddenly he squints his eyes, "Do I know you?" My cheeks flush as I vigorously shake my head, "N-No, I don't think we've met." I get up from my seat and stick my hand out. 

"I'm Bianca. Bianca Bellemare." 

He shook.

"Seth Clearwater." he gave a kind smile. "You're new, right? Man, I seriously feel like know you though." I laugh, denying the latter statement with a shake of my head "How could you tell I was new?"

"I know everyone here." he admitted proudly.

"And I would of remembered a face like yours."

 I raise an eyebrow. 

Eyes flashing wide, as realization of what he just said dawned on him of what he just said. The next few moments he spends sputtering and stumbling over the next carefully chosen words but was, quickly, interrupted by the arrival of the staff lady.

I saw him look up and mouth a silent "Thank you." as the plump woman settles behind her desk.

"Seth my dear, what are you doing here?" she leans in, "You didn't set the chemistry lab on fire again did you?" I see the back of his ears turn pink as he chuckled.

"No, Mrs. Wells I didn't. I just came by to get out of class. Mr. Philips is making us watch To Kill a Mocking Bird again. It's honestly not as special when you reach the fifth time of seeing it." 

Mrs. Wells laugh and clutches her chest, "Bless you Seth, you always seem to lighten my day when it gets aggravating."

Hearing the smile in her voice made me happy in seeing I made the right choice in saving such a  sweet kid. He puts his hands up, "No, problem Mrs. Wells just give a hollar if you need anything." he turned around and was about to say bye to me, but before he could get anything out, 

"Well there is something you can do."

In an instant he spun on his heel and place his elbows on the counter, face propped. "Yessss???"

"There's a new student that needs a tour and i'm just overloaded with writing dress code violations, then Layla Ritte started to give me a hard time about hers an-" Seth kindly cuts her off by agreeing to show me around. She blessed him one more time before we headed out.

Walking down the hall after a moment of silence, I turn to him.

"You set the Chemistry lab on fire?"