Siren

IV

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One week later

Sitting in the car has never been this daunting. Over the past week, Sebastian has been informing me of the goings on of the school and to say things went downhill when my imminent arrival was announced to the students and teachers would be an understatement. Seb, or I guess Mr Rowe now, is well respected by his students for many reasons. for one is definitely a hit with the girls. Two, his involvement in the war has never been disclosed to his students simply see him as just another vampire, and three, he's a damn good teacher. Because of this, his students don't mind gossiping in his class about the newcomer siren. 

Sirens are practically on the verge of extinction, so most born after the war has never encountered one before. Now that they have to go to school with one of the creatures they have been taught as an enemy, I wouldn't expect it to go over well, and it hasn't.

"Mr Rowe, have you seen her yet? I'm sure shes absolutely hideous, like an old lady."

"Why is she even coming to school. She must have been around for hundreds of years?"

"Maybe shes just really stupid,"

"Well make sure to show her who's boss at this school when she arrives, no way are we letter damn sirens back into society! They'll kill us all!"

And on and on. Seb and I don't keep secrets, I insisted he told me and so he did. Seb has been specifically instructed not to let slip that we're married until I'm at school and they can control the backlash. I honestly don't know why they're going through all this just to have me sit through boring classes with children; it is ridiculous!

Looking at the car clock, I see that I'm already late for my orientation with my "escort" insisted upon by none other than Alpha Sinclair. It's now or later Drusilla, don't be weak. And with that, I exit my car and face the music.

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The cliche of this moment is not lost on me. Walking through the hall towards the office, the crowd goes silent and parts like the red sea, gaping at me. Schooling my expression, I put on an air of indifference, not wanting to show the dread I feel inside. I'm like a hungry tiger to them I say to myself, they're scared of me and I need to keep it like that. I have absolutely no intentions of getting comfortable here.

I'm glad I wore my most expensive clothes today, I want them to know I am above them and always will be. Nothing shows that like some good ol' designer clothes with my favourite pink fur coat.

Suddenly out of the corner of my eye I pass some jocks, all holding bright blue slushies. I've seen Glee, I know how this is going to go down. Converging around me as I pass I hear a smug *ahem.* Pausing, already absolutely exasperated, I turn and look at them all standing there with laughter in their eyes. Not for long.

"Welcome to Lux High siren scum," the leader of the gang says, and they pour out the slushies in my direction.

Lazily I hold up my hand, and all of a sudden, the mass of blue slushie stops mid-air and stays there like an icy blue cloud. Looking around at the students, their mouths are even more agape, not believing what they're seeing. The mermaids that they are more used to don't have the powers that a siren has, and over the years since the war, our powers have been spoken of as if it were a fairy tale used to scare young children. Guess they know they the stories were right after all. It's like they forgot how much more powerful mermaids are once they're gifted the power of a siren, till then they're just a fish.

"Thanks for the welcoming party boys, but I'm afraid I'm not thirsty," 

Ready to be done with this interaction, I turn on my heels and lower my hand, propelling the slushies back into their own faces. Glancing over my shoulder I can see them dripping, not moving, but the darkness in their eyes tell me it's not over. I could tell by the reak of them that they're werewolves... You could say that weres tend to hold grudges. Guess I could've just taken the slushies to get them off my back, but this is my favourite coat and my route was much more fun.

Remembering the directions Seb went over with me before we left home, I turn left into another hall. The office should be to the left, and of course, it is. I'm great at listening to my husband. 

Bursting through the office doors, all the admins stop and look at me from out of the corner of their eyes. Ignoring the nosey ladies, I walk up to the desk and smile sweetly.

"Hi, I'm new here and need my schedule. The names Drusilla Rowe."

Obviously flustered, the desk admin shuffles papers around her desk and I notice a blush running up her face.

"Oh, um, yes, of course, Miss Rowe... I had it a second ago... hehe, um... I'm sure they're here somewhere... oh yes they're-"

And with that, she sends the stack of papers that had been teetering on the desk falling to the floor at my feet, all spread out across the reception area.

"Oh my goodness, Miss Rowe I am so sorry,"

And with that, she flees out of the office and into what I assume is a break room.

Right.

Kneeling down, I hear the door creak open behind me, must be the escort that's supposed to be keeping an eye on me the first week I'm here.

Shuffling the papers, I turn to come face to face with a handsome enough boy, obviously a werewolf but who else would Alpha Sinclair send to keep an eye on me.

"Who are you then?"

But he just continues to stare, eyes wide and mouth open - like a fish. But then he opens his mouth and says the last thing I ever expected someone to say to me.

"You're my mate."

And with that, he glides forwards and kisses me.