The Amethyst Curse

New Beginnings

Quinn tugged roughly on the collar of her freshly ironed white button up shirt and slid her fingers around her navy-blue tie, loosening its death grip around her throat. It was her very first day, and she was late. Of course, she was late. Being the new kid in this pompous school would not have been enough. She just had to walk into her very first class late, highlighting her existence to her peers when she would much rather hide amongst the shadows of these walls.

She looked to the scrunched-up piece of paper in her hand that held the details of her schedule, hoping that somehow if she stared at it long enough, she would magically understand it. Giving up all hope, she looked around her and concluded that she was lost. She was lost in this stupidly exuberant prepatory school that she did not even want to attend. She was late and she was lost. Great. Always one to make a great first impression.

Quinn sighed and let her bag slump off her shoulder. Her eyes scanned the empty halls in the hope of finding her saving grace. How is every single person in class? Is it too late to turn back?

"You lost, freshie?" a masculine voice spoke from behind her. Quinn jumped not expecting company and her bag fell to the floor with a thump. She turned to find the voice's owner and saw another student leaning against the doorway to her right. He wore the same dark senior tie that she was, but it hung loosely around his neck. His crinkled white collared shirt was rolled up to his elbows and sat loosely over dark, ripped jeans.

"That obvious?" Quinn sighed, grateful to see someone who may be able to offer her some assistance. The boy ran his hands through his messy black hair and looked Quinn over. She felt hot under the collar due to his gaze and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, awaiting his answer. He smiled at the corner of his mouth and pushed himself offof the doorway.

"I'll take you where you need to be, Quinn." Quinn froze. How did he know her name? She stood with her mouth open and watched as he brushed by her.

"Come on, did you really think I wouldn't know who you are?" he queried, turning to look at her over his shoulder, raising a single, perfect eyebrow at her.

Quinn sheepishly collected her bag from off the ground and followed the stranger down the hall. Quinn followed blindly behind, uncertain as what to say. His face did not look familiar, then again, no ones did. Her mother only moved her here mere weeks ago. The only faces she did know were that of the mailman and the young boy who works at the closest convenience store late at night.

"Judging by your silence, you didn't. Don't panic cutie. I've been assigned to you." Quinn sighed in relief. The last thing she needed when she was late and flustered would be to offend someone who she didn't recognise.

"And you are?" she questioned, glancing now at his face and noticing his near perfect features. An angled jawline framed dark features on olive skin and Quinn once again felt flustered by how strangely beautiful this stranger was.

"Your first class is with me. And we're both late," he replied curtly, ignoring her question. "So, if you could tell your brain to make your legs move a little bit faster, this whole process would go a lot smoother."

Cheeks flushing, she picked up her pace, her shoes clicking on the marble floors. He must have noticed her examining him and now she felt even more awkward and flustered in her uniform than before. Fanning her shirt, she struggled to keep up with the unnamed boy and he easily wove his way down the maze of corridors.

In all her rush, she glanced around at her surroundings and suddenly found herself overwhelmed by how extravagant her new school was. The high ceilings, smooth wooden fixtures, light fittings that looked more expensive than her house. I am so out of my element, she thought as she followed the boy through an open door and into a classroom.