Venery

Chapter: 2 "Mishaps in Parking"

The next morning, the first test of my patience came. Parking lots are the bane of my existence. Even with lightning fast reflexes, I always felt like I was going to take out someone’s tiny little Prius. I glanced in the rear view mirror of my brand new bribe and hit the gas, snagging an empty parking spot right up front that wasn’t taken. Which kind of freaked me out. Why where people parking on the whole other end when there were two perfectly good parking spots right here? Like, three feet from the front door. At least five people were staring at me as the engine behind me purred, their eyes wide. Ten more where sneaking glances. Maybe it was the car. The over the top piece of machine I was now shutting off was a gift from Odette. As I said, a bribe. It handled like a dream though, this beautiful black dream of mine. Just beautifully. Flipping down the run visor I stared at my tiny reflection with seeking eyes. Odette had helped me dye my hair last night, so my once blonde waves where now a beautiful auburn. It fitted my skin tone closer than the blonde, and I couldn’t help but smirk at myself, puckering my lips and fluttering my eyelashes. I looked hot, as per usual. Today was going to be a breeze. Sapping the visor back up, I took my bag off the passenger seat and took my keys from the ignition. People were still obviously staring as I opened the door of my car, and gently placed each foot out. Bright red pumps covered my feet, tiny little buckles shining at my ankles. Tight ripped black jeans sheathed my long legs, and I’d topped it with a lace off the shoulder blouse and a shrunken red leather jacket. A few guys let their jaws drop. I smiled, slipping my sunglasses on. I felt like I should be in a movie, with some sexy song playing in the background as I strutted into the school. No such luck. The only sounds I heard where peoples excited talking and their jerky movements. One girl, a blonde a few dozen feet away, muttered to someone,

“Who the fuck is that? Doesn’t she know that’s Jackson’s spot?” Jackson? Aw poor guy. Too bad, ya snooze ya loose. It was my spot today. I flipped my hair over my shoulder and shut the door to the sparkling Audi R8, pressing the lock button on the key ring. The lights flashed and the lock sound went off twice as I slinked onto the side walk. People seemed to part for me, and as I started up the stairs, a few girls jumped out of my way like I was a popular girl and we were back in eighth grade.  I smiled sweetly, and said,

“Oh! Excuse me! Thanks.” They gaped at me. I grinned for a few more moments, then walked up the last flight of concrete stairs. The front doors where blue metal, chipping slightly around the handles. Reaching for it, I was surprised when it jerked open. A tall, tan guy was standing on the other side, dressed in a bright pastel green tee-shirt and jeans. He was dark haired, with deep brown eyes and powerful shoulders. His eyes were locked on mine though, and I quickly spoke,

“Oh, thank you.” Crossing the threshold I took my sunglasses off, and fixed the guy with a killer smile.  His smile stayed strong.

“No problem! You new here?” I pretended to blush.

“Yes, is it obvious?” The guy glanced outside, where my car was gleaming at the curb.

“A little. Don’t worry about it though.  I’m Danny.” Offering his hand, Danny gave me a smile. I noticed idly that his nose looked like it had been broken before, and reset.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Faye.” I said, taking his large hand and shaking it once. Danny smiled.

“That’s a nice name. Where ya from Faye?” I hastily moved out of the way of the doorway as another group of kids came inside. Danny stepped with me, walking down the hallway at a sluggish pace.

“New York, New York.”

“Wow, well welcome to Beacon Hills. I’ll be your guide for the day.” I smiled at him slightly, eyelids lowered in a slightly teasing way.