Descendants

An interesting encounter

Arabella POV

As soon as the bell rang I sprang out of my seat ready to head to the next class. I mutter a goodbye to the quiet girl next to me as I leave the classroom. I start walking down the hallway when all of a sudden I run into a brick wall. I don't think it was an actual brick wall, but it sure felt like it. I stumble back a bit and look up to see a relatively tall figure with black hair and brown eyes. I was going to say sorry for running into him but before I could he was gone. I shake my head as I walk into the next class, which is probably one of the only reasons I can tolerate school, art class.

I listen as the teacher tells us we're just going to pick up where we left off last school year with planning our murals that we're going to design and paint somewhere around the school property. The class goes by relativity fast seeing as I only got half way through my rough drawing when the bell rang. I sign as I stuff everything In my bag and head out the classroom. I'm thinking about what my next class might be and remember its history.

Shit forgot my textbook in my locker..

As I whip around to head in the direction of my locker I feel a force bump into my shoulder.

What is with people today?

"Watch where you're going shorty." I looked up to see who so rudely bumped into me and that's when I realized Jameson Snow was a dick.

"Excuse me?" I look back over at him. He walks closer to me, his face inches away from mine.

"You heard me, I said watch where you're going." he says again softly and he walks past me again shoving into me.

I mutter an asshole in his direction and see him stop in his tracks.

Oh?

He looks back at me and simply says "What did you call me?"

"You heard me, I said you were in an asshole." I said it to him in the tone he used with me earlier. He looks down at me and when I say he looks down at me, I mean it. I'm only 5' 2" and he's probably a good 6' or more.

"Whatever, at least my nickname is better than shorty, shorty." He whispers in my ear. When he does I feel a small tingle in my head. I step back as he looks at me curiously. Before I can say anything else he's gone from my sight.

Whatever.

I continue down the halfway as I hit yet another object,

"Fuck!" I yelled, which probably wasn't the best timing since everyone proceeded to stare at me.

Opps.

"I'm sorry, are you alright?" I look up to see a slightly familiar face. It's the boy from earlier.

"Yeah I'm okay, you?" I simply ask. He gives me a slight nod and turns to walk away.

"Sorry again."

"That's alright." I look at him before he walks away. When he does, I get that familiar pain in my head. One from something unknown and the other from the bell. I look around the hallway and notice it's empty. Simply stating I'm late for class on the first day of school.

This day just keeps getting better and better.