New In Town

Chapter 2- Netflix and Nutella for the Win

After taking flight from the situation that attracted the most possible attention, Isabella had made her way towards registration after asking a nice looking boy with sandy hair.
The receptionist had been a bit grumpy at first but had lowered her guard after Isabella was polite and sweet towards her. She was partway thought the middle of one of the corridors, heading towards music, when she heard the familiar voice of the silver-spoon-up-his-arse bad boy, his Highness himself. She groaned, shaking her white hair behind her. The girl's lilac eyes glinted as the lights lining the ceiling caught her eye and reflected her determined demeanour. Isabella was going to get to that lesson on time without any distraction or interruptions from the giants.
And her journey was successful, except they continued to talk behind her, far away but still too close for comfort. She reached her destination in record time, after her speed walk towards the room. Even though she'd had no idea where to go, she'd asked around and finally gone in the right direction.
Isabella looked at room 304 in relief. That was up until she heard the voice.
"It's her." It was further down the corridor but she recognised it. She'd been spotted.
She crept towards the door slowly, hoping that if she crept slower then she'd be harder to notice. However, that was not the case.
A rush of hot air flowed down her back, giving her goosebumps. She was momentarily stunned and inhaled a sharp breath of surprise. The boy behind stood tall, the lights behind them shadowing his figure over hers. She didn't need eyes to know it was him.
Isabella pulled on her mask of cold, solid, unbreakable ice and turned to him. Her skin it's natural colour; as pale as a sheet. She turned.
As soon as her stunning eyes made contact with the gorgeous specimen that stood before her, they narrowed. Allowing only small gaps of light to filter through, her pupils dilated in the sudden darkness.
"What do you want?" She quizzed him, not wasting time.
"I'm not here for you, don't flatter yourself. This is my next class." He smirked, widening until his stupid smile made her want to punch his stupid face and knock out his stupid teeth and make his stupid smirk shatter, like his stupid dreams of being handsome. It annoyed her that out of all the stupids that she'd used to describe him, all could be replaced with perfect.
    He angled his jawline away from her to search for his friends but they'd already gone, leaving him with her. Isabella turned her body away, blocking him out. She could feel all the eyes lying on them.
     "Hey, just going to ignore me then?" He queried, his blue eyes studied the girl before him. She was different. Not just because of her looks with pale skin, freckles, purple eyes and naturally white hair, but because she didn't throw herself at him. Yeah, it was a narcissist thought for the boy to have, but he was a serious contender for sexiest man alive and girls did tend to run towards him, arms wide open, beckoning him in to their disgusting slaggy embrace.
She shook her head, rolling her eyes as they shone in the dark gap in the corridor where the light didn't reach as we'll because they were in between the separation of some of the lockers and the doorway into their next class.
"Your Majesty?" He drawled, emphasising Majesty. His words laced with arrogant sarcasm.
"Yes your Royal douchebaggery?" I smiled, bringing the sickly grin out of the bag again.
     Fortunately for her, she was saved as the teacher opened the door to the class and she needn't continue the conversation any longer. They filed into the classroom one by one and everyone found their seat easily. She hesitated, hovering by the door.
     The teacher noticed her. He gave her a kind smile, his blue eyes shone, and then he beckoned her over.
     "So you're Isabella, I take it...?"
     "I am, sir. Where should I...?"
     "Sit? Where should you sit? There's a nice little space next to Alec, do you see? He's the boy with the black hair."
"Oh, is there not anywhere else?" I asked, praying that his answer would be yes.
"No, unfortunately this is a very big class. I can't wait to see some of the work you produce." He gave me a comforting smile and then ushered me to my seat.
I plonked myself isn't with a huff and then I looked to my right to see the boy with the dark hair. He gave me a knowing smirk.
"You didn't want to sit next to me? Why ever not, your majesty?" He grinned. And it was such a wide, stupid grin that I wanted it grab his cheeks and tussle them like parents to do kids. I rolled my eyes and turned to face the front of the class.
"Your majesty? There's a party this Friday? Are you in?" He nervously murmured, to void much attention from the teacher.
"It's rather unfortunate that you ask, because I have a date..." I sighed in mock-upset.
His head span around to stare at me.
"With who?"
"Netflix and Nutella."