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The rest of that period consisted mostly out of sour looks from Ms Montgomery, who didn’t seem all too pleased with the fact that Thorne didn’t have his books yet and didn’t bother to write anything down. She seemed bored; like she never really wanted to teach. She also seemed to severely dislike the blonde girl in the back, who seemed very eager to just jump off her chair and stride out.
      Thorne had expected to be bored. Not because he’d already know everything, but more because he believed school was for children who’d actually age. Kids who’d get a job and a loved one and become adults and – eventually – die after a long and fulfilling life. And also because, yes, he’d already know the important things, so he imagined.
      Anyhow; Thorne had to admit those same children provoked his curiosity. He actually found himself contemplating on staying after this period instead of playing hooky, like his first intent had been. It’s not like he cared about the consequences. The only thing that could happen, was Helias getting annoyed with him; so really, nothing would happen. But there was something about this school that was amusing. There was even something about it that made it just that tinge mysterious. Maybe it was the stench of werewolf that hung all over the place, or maybe it was simply because he did not find himself out of place, at all.

      Consumed by his own thoughts, he sauntered through the hallways, not really paying attention to his surroundings. Although he did hear the words, it wasn’t until the boy started shouting that he understood them.
      “Hey, new kid! I’m talking to you.” Thorne quickly dodged the football someone threw at his head. It made an awful noise against the metal of his locker and bounced right back into the hands of an unimpressed-looking blonde girl, who threw it against the head of the guy who had thrown it at Thorne in the first place. The first scowled and rubbed his head as he picked up the football.
      “Riley.” She jabbed a finger in the direction of three giggling girls standing a little further down the hallway. “Might I introduce you to Marion and her Marionettes who have been fawning all over you for the past fifteen minutes? You must’ve missed their stalking you, with that dim-witted brain of yours.” Riley grumbled something, giving the girl the evil eye. For a second, it seemed like he would direct his anger at the girl by smashing the football in her face, but his eyes shifted to a spot right next to her, where a teacher just walked out of her classroom. He backed off, which, seeing the blonde’s mischievous smirk, didn’t really seem like such a bad idea.
      “I think I missed something,” Thorne commented a bit slow-wittedly. “What did he want – did I already meet you?” He frowned, already lost his interest in the Riley kid. The girl raised an eyebrow at him as she looked him up and down. He did the same. She was cute, dressed… uniquely, but cute. Her hair was bright blonde, nearly platinum. She was shorter than he was, but her legs weren’t so. There was something off about her, though. Her posture was confident. She stood straight up, almost ready to salute, as if this was a military school and not a public high school. It was her eyes that took him off-guard. However confident her posture might seem; her eyes didn’t reflect that. They were calculated, all right, but he could sense a certain kind of insecurity behind that layer of intelligence. Yet, there was something awfully familiar about her.
      “Don’t think I’ve ever seen you around here, new guy,” she answered, that unimpressed raised eyebrow still hovering above her bright blue eyes. She opened her locker and he caught a glimpse of a couple of pictures that were taped on the inside of her locker door. A longboard was shoved inside and she caught it when it nearly fell out. Its bottom was painted colourfully, but Thorne didn’t really get a shot at inspecting it closer.
      “No, not here, but I think you almost ran me over,” he said, grinning.
The girl looked back at the board in her hands and grimaced at him.
      “You’re that dude who needs to learn how to speed up,” she stated dryly.
      “Or maybe you have to learn how to slow down.” A wink was sent at her, and she shot him a glare of distaste, though Thorne could see a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.
      “Well, it isn’t my fault the universe gave you really slow legs.” She was smiling now. It suited her, smiling. It made her prettier than he’d initially thought.
      “Well, if that’s true, then I really can’t go any faster, so it’s really you who to blame, or am I wrong?” Thorne concluded. She took him in again, as if she was grading his looks. After a couple of seconds, she spoke again.
      “I have the feeling I won’t like you that much.” He couldn’t tell whether she was joking or not but decided not to care much about it. Not yet. She pulled out some books from her locker and dropped them sloppily in her bag. She didn’t look at him while she attempted to bring back some order in her locker and her bag.
      “So let me give you some advice: be social. Don’t try to act too cool by forgetting to bring your books every lesson and not writing anything down. It doesn’t make you awesome, it makes you seem like a dick.” So she’d been watching him, he figured. He didn’t forget his books on purpose, though, he simply didn’t have any. He should ask someone about it. For a split second, Thorne frowned, since he didn’t know where the thought came from, as if he was really considering coming back to this place. The girl didn’t seem to notice, since her head was still in her locker.
      “Go to parties, they’re fun, but don’t do heavy underage drinking. Landing in a coma isn’t fun and nobody will come to visit you in the hospital. They’ll just gossip and glare at you when you pass by.” He had to hide a grin. He did not need to worry about any of those things, but it was nice of her to share this otherwise useful information with him. The girl seemed to have finished messing around in her locker and finally turned her gaze at him.
      She smiled at him again, but her eyebrows were still raised. She didn’t look like the arrogant type, though. More like the kind of girl who’d been through too much to care about a stranger’s judgement. For some reason, it unsettled him a bit. A little voice inside his head told him to be careful, but he shook it off. He survived 16th century England, so high school shouldn’t be that hard.
      “Hillside isn’t that bad once you get to know those actual cool kids whose parents didn’t decide to name them Riley.” She nodded at the direction Riley had disappeared into. The black girl who’d been talking in the back of history class non-stop, popped up next to her and tugged at her shirt. “I’d rather not have my locker smashed because they decide they don’t like you.”
      “F-Bomb, we’re gonna be late for biolo-cry if you keep flirting with the new dude.”
Thorne grinned at the blonde, whose name he still hadn’t figured out. She poked her friend between her ribs. He decided he liked both of them.
      “I’ll try not to smash someone into it, then,” he commented back at her. “But I can’t make any promises.” He wasn’t lying. She gave him a last all-over and smirked, right before being dragged off by the other girl.
      “Calm down, tough guy.”

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