Wolfswood (Currently being re-worked)

Part 1

I looked at myself one last time in my floor length mirror. My black curly hair was styled nicely, sitting just below the tips of my ears. Some ringlets hanging lower than others. My makeup was minimal and hid my dark circles that sat under my eyes thanks to staying up half the night worrying about starting at a brand-new school.

"Breakfast!" My mum yelled from where I assumed was the kitchen.

I ran my hands down my black and white plaid dress one more time, fixing any wrinkles that may have formed and bending down and straightening my frilly white socks peeking over the top of my black adidas. The amount of time that was put into picking this simple outfit was ridiculous and the thought of having to do this every day for the rest of my high school career really played havoc on my anxiety. But gone were the days of school uniforms. Goodbye Australia and hello America. I let out a breath and turned from my reflection casting my gaze over my half-unpacked room, books and posters were half hanging out of boxes and clothes without hangers were strewn across the room.

I had an image of what moving countries would be like, most would move to a bustling city or perhaps a city on the coast but no, I found myself in Wolfswood. Population unknow and surround by very dense forest with the closest city being two and a half hours away. A town that looked like it has secrets but ones that I didn't want to involve myself with any time soon.

The smell of bacon, eggs and toast wafted through my nose as my stomach growled, reminding me it had been at least fifteen hours since my last meal. Note to self, a human body cannot survive solely on coffee, iced or otherwise.

"I saw one of our neighbours this morning, he had an arse that I could have bounced a coin off." Mum said giggling, spooning the rest of the eggs onto a plate.

"Thanks Ma, prepared for you interview today?" I asked, shovelling food into my mouth, washing the first mouthful down with my coffee.

"I think so, all I can do is tell them what I have to offer and see if I'm a good fit." She said nonchalantly. I had always admired her for that, being able to look at any challenge and face it with a smile on her face, never thinking twice about if people liked or approved of her.

"If you don't stop inhaling that food you are going to choke." She said matter of factly, putting a hand on her hip.

"We need to leave soon, eating is for the weak anyway." I replied, smiling as widely as I could.

"I'll meet you in the car!"

She tried to reply but I had already grabbed my bag and was heading out the door.

Streams of students all shapes and sizes walked around me as I stood in front of the school. The exterior was stark white with red brick paths leading up to the entrance. The grass was green and occupied with various different students talking, hugging and being genuinely chummy with each other. I could feel eyes staring at me, burning holes in my back as I made my way to the entrance of the school. Various whispers of "who's the new girl" filled my ears as I pushed my way through the front door in search of administration.

"Does everything look in order Miss Beezley?" Mrs. Montgomery asked in a cheerful tone. She was an older woman in her sixties with gray hair that was pulled back with a few strands falling around her face. She was nice enough that for a moment I forgot that I was starting at a new school and my life had just been flipped upside down. I nodded my head in response to her question, reaching over and taking my class schedule from her.

"Your homeroom is out this door to the left. Room 525. Mr Korba is your teacher, you'll like him. He seems to be a hit with most of the young ladies at this school." She said with a warm smile.

"Thank you so much, have a good day!" I said politely as the bell rang and I faded into the see of people in search of room 525.

I made it to what looked like an English classroom with minimal effort and minimal shoving which I was genuinely surprised about. People in the halls seemed to be giving me a wide birth, almost in fear of catching something from me. I made my way to the back to an empty chair and looked over my schedule.

Homeroom Mr. Korba Room 525

AP English Ms. Johnson Room 10

AP Calculus Mr. Hutchins Room 258

AP Biology DR Jones Lab 2

Lunch

AP World History Ms. Thompson Room 20

Study Hall

Gym Gymnasium Mrs. Griffin

Another bell rang as the last of the students made their way into whatever seats were left.

"Good morning everyone!" A man with a thick European accent exclaimed as he made long stride into the classroom before sitting behind the desk.

"Ah, I see we have a new student today. Everyone please say hello when you get the chance and make her feel welcome." He said looking up from his paperwork and flashing me a smile. I could definitely see why the girls liked him. He was tall with dark skin and black hair that was cut and styled nicely atop his head. He wouldn't have been more than twenty-six and if that smile was anything to go by I would say he was quite the charmer.

One by one he called out names and took attendance in alphabetical order. The class was generally quiet which made the laughing and yelling that had just started all the more obvious. Mr. Korba rolled his eyes as if he already knew was causing said disturbance.

"Shut up!" A voiced boomed. Suddenly all shenanigans had stopped outside and even a few people in the class sucked in a breath as they averted their eyes to their feet.

I kept my eyes trained on the door curious to see what had caused everyone to pause. As I blinked a young man walked into the room. My breath hitched and my eyes widened, never had I seen someone this beautiful. He had brown hair that had a slight wave to it and olive skin that was exquisite against his black t-shirt that was pulled tight over his broad shoulders. He wore dark wash jeans that clung to his muscular legs. I shook my head and looked away, I couldn't believe I was drooling over him and so obviously. Our eyes met as I looked back unable to resist and I was met with pools of brown and gold, some parts so dark they were almost black. Time stopped and everyone else's presence in the classroom seemed to fade. A blushed crept over my cheeks and I looked away quickly.

"Mr. Beckett, I see you have finally graced us with your presence." Korba said, his voiced dripping my sarcasm.

'Mr. Beckett' waved a hand at the teacher not bothering to answer as he made his way to the back row of desk where you currently were.

"Move." He said to the boy in a voice that was deep and silky and made my stomach twist when I heard it. He didn't protest just bowed his head and moved to a seat at the front of the room. This odd action seemed to go unnoticed by the homeroom teacher as he continued to take attendance.

"Hi, I'm Asher." The stranger said to me softly, his voice lightly caressing my ear and making goosebumps appear on my skin. He reached out his hand and waited.

"I don't know where you are from, but here it is customary to shake the hand." He said with a hint of a smile. I looked at his hand intently, doing my best not to look at his very handsome, very close face.

"I'm a germaphobe." I said with a shrug and a smirk.

"Are you Australian?" Asher asked, his eyes going wide and a smiley growing on his face. I opened my mouth to answer as the second bell of the day cut me off. Without answering I picked up my things and made my way to the door, pushing through people to leave as fast as I could making my way to my next class. As I made my way to room 10 all I could think about was Asher Beckett.