AN: no real warnings here other than some spelling, grammar, puncuation, but if you have read my other stories your use to it! This story came to me while i was without internet, there are a bunch of chapters already written/outlined, the first four or six are pretty much done now so i'm sharing them.
Content warnings will come at the begining of each chapter so as not to spoil some of the mystery. Most of this is written from her point of view with a few peeks from other perspectives sprinkled in for plot, everything going on is what she see's, hears, and experences. I hope you have enjoy reading it as much as i have writing it.
you know where to find me if you have questions or comments ;)
one:
The first day of school was always the toughest what with being new and all, but especially now that I was stuck in this stupid stuck up preppy private school. I hadn't even paid that much attention to my parent's as they told me where it was or who ran it, it didn't matter anymore; they were all the same anyway.
I had been sent away by my parents from my last school, a public school cause some jerk told them I had slept with the entire football team at some Cliffside party, yea, I was a drunken slut or something, I guess. Some happy birthday present to me i guess, turn into an "adult" and get sent away agains my wishes anyway, it sucked.
My parents had sent me here to keep me out of trouble, it was private and in the middle of no where, high into the Appalachian mountains, no where to run away to for miles. Dorm room, curfew, stupid hateful uniform, nothing to do for miles, and no friends. My room was small and private for now at least, some of the other rooms were shared but I had lucked out and the other bed was at present unoccupied.
I had taken my time decorating my room, skipping my first church service that morning to put everything away and situate everything the way I wanted it. Even though I had gotten into trouble my daddy had let me pick and choose anything to bring with me, even though mom argued against it, daddy liked to spoil me, his only little girl.
My side of the room was currently decorated with my various band posters, everyone from KISS, to Bon Jovi, and my prized signed Duran Duran poster plus many others. I had put up a thick black curtain over the one window in the room and my favorite black and white, skull and crossbones bedspread was on the narrow bunk, it took forever to find that blanket.
I pulled my long dark hair back and into a long thick braid and added some black ribbon to the end of it. They made the students wear uniforms here but I was going to make it my own as much as they let me. The skirt was black and purple plaid that annoyingly went to below the knee and had a white button up shirt and a dark black jacket to go over it.
I had noticed some of the other students wore ties with them; some had hats, but most conformed, boring, totally boring. Every one of my classmates I had seen so far was permed, crimped and banana clipped to the extreme, makeup garish and ear rings large enough to double as deep sea fishing lures, totally what was 'in fashion' at the moment.
I pulled on my tights, tying the garters up securely, the custom ones with the tiny black hearts on them and pulled on my chunky combat boots with them, my daddy liked to spoil and bought me whatever I wanted despite my penchant for constantly getting into trouble. I rifled through my drawer and pulled out a black silk scarf and tied it around my neck in an elaborate, exaggerated bow.
Never one for the heavy eye makeup that the other girls seemed to adore lately I went for a simple black eyeliner. My lipstick was another matter, I picked up my tube of black lipstick and applied a heavy coat of it. Declaring myself ready for the day I picked up the hated jacket and put it on, putting a last minute touch of a red rose pin that had been my grandmothers to the lapel.
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My first few classes were as expected, extra long and boring, the girls whispered and pointed, and the boys ignored me completely, as always, they would pay attention later at parties only to whisper and ignore and pretend it never happened the next day.
The only shock was when I realized that this not only was a private school but a catholic one, the teachers appeared to be nuns and priests. At least i was lucky it was Friday and i had the whole weekend, plus the holiday of some kind Monday to settle in, despite the fact that there was some mass or something that was mandatory Monday morning.
The teachers were old and crotchety and didn't give a damn if I was payin attention or not. English wasn't so bad because i really enjoyed reading, I would read just about any book on any subject. Math sucked balls in the extreme, they expected me to be able to multiply and divide in my head and that just wasn't going to happen, ever.
The math teacher, an old wrinkly priest, his hair graying, he smelled like Ben gay, totally gross. He stopped me on the way out the door, "Mrs. Pearson, may i have a word with you please."
"yea, whatever." i said and stopped by his desk, a big wooden thing with papers and baskets on it, he shuffled some papers he had in his hand and waited until everyone had left then spoke to me.
"It is apparent to me that your mathematics skills leave much to be desired, I am therefore assigning you a tutor." he said, his breath smelled of the coffee he was drinking, ewwww.
I chuckled under my breath at the simplicity of that statement; my math skills completely sucked sweaty balls. "Thanks" I said simply, and rather sarcastically, not that he seemed to notice.
"You will meet him in the library after your final class today." he said setting down the stack and writing something in a book on his desk.
"Library, after class, math tutor, got it." i said and headed out the door not waiting for him to finish. It was noon and I had lunch next and wanted to see if the food here was decent, I was fuckin starvin.
It wasn't, the chicken was dry and the french fries were soggy and greasy, I stuck to an apple and some milk for lunch. I looked around the room, sitting in one of the far corner tables for a while just checking out the room, perusing the tables one by one while pretending to read.
Most of the room was dull, boring same old crap it always was, always would be. There was however as my eyes roamed the room one table that seemed, like mine, to be avoided, the other kids gave them a wide birth. There was a group of guys sitting at it; they didn't appear to have anything in common with one another. They just so happened to be close enough for me to hear them, but i didn't understand a god damn word they were saying.
My first thought was foreign guys were hot, I bet they fucked better too, all that uninhibited European influence and all. I had a thing for foreign exchange students, i loved their accents, they always drew me like a moth to a flame. One guy was facing away his big broad back to me, he was huge with a big wide chest, and short dark hair, but that was all I could tell.
A couple others were super tall, but they weren't my type so i overlooked them and moved on. Another had longer hair kinda like a girls all curly, he was cute though and the hair suited him somehow. The last two were totally my type, the one was kinda short, but still would have been taller than me, and the last one was hot. I mean super hot, his hair was spiked up and he even had eyeliner on.
The more I stared at him the more I wanted him, wanted to taste every inch of him, wrap my legs around him and ride him until dawn. I startled myself with my thoughts then and broke my gaze away from him, trying to get myself under control. I was shocked at how much he drew me in, how attracted to him I was.
The bell rang then disrupting my thoughts and announcing that lunch was over and they all got up, my eyes followed the hot one as he walked across the room his jacket flung over his shoulder, he had the best ass I had ever seen in my entire life and I wanted to run up and grab a handful.
My eyes followed them, followed him, as they left the room together and I mentally smacked myself and hurried out to find my next class, history or social studies or some shit. Hurray, more boring old dead shit I didn't care about and never would, at least the last two classes were art and music, subjects I actually gave a shit about.
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Christian, called Flake by his friends, looked over at his friend as he rubbed his chest again, Till hadn't felt right all morning, complaining of a feeling of discontent, of something being off, something pulling at him that he couldn't place.
"Why don’t' you go swimming after classes‘," Christian said, "I've got a new tutoring case to meet in the library after my last class anyway." He patted his friends back.
"Better you than me," Richard said from in front of them laughing.
Till hummed at him, "why not, you can pick me up at the pool when your done, maybe a long swim is what I need." Till said "I just don't feel right, something is off." Till had complained all morning of not feeling right.
Richard spun around looking at them, "what the hell was that smell in the lunch room, it definitely wasn't the food," he said with a grin, "it was mouthwatering whatever it was."
Till shrugged, "no idea, i didn't smell anything unusual, i feel so off though, something's just not right." he repeated with a frown, Richard frowned back at him and cocked his head to the side studding Till.
If the feeling continued Christian would have to call one of the elders in to check him out, he hoped it was just a passing thing. At least Richards moods were finally starting to even out now that he was away from those parents of his, thankfully he would be an adult soon and not have to go back there again.
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The last two classes were shorter than the others, the first was art, it was a breeze and the teacher actually liked my stuff i brought from home, Art was the one thing i was passionate about. She was going to let me do independent study and work on my portfolio some, All in all it was a fantastic class.
Music was just a little tougher, but not by much, it was a chorus type class and the teacher made me sing solo in front of everyone, which i hate doing, so she knew where to put me. I belted out my best notes and suppressed quite a few people, including the teacher, with my low alto sound.
The rest of the class went more smoothly after that and i actually started to enjoy myself for a while, my voice blending nicely with my fellow students. The bell rang much too soon and class was over. Time for the library and my tutor, whoever he was, i hope he's cute, or has the patience of a saint, both would be better.
I stopped in the ladies room on the way there and freshened my lipstick and fixed my limpy bow fluffing it back up making it look much better. The hallways were emptying out as kids filed back to their rooms or to other extracurricular activities going on that evening. The library was almost empty as i made my way into the room though the large double doors.
There were deep rows of bookshelves along one wall, tall stacks of shelves holding hundreds of books all in perfect order. There was carpet on the floor and thick wooden tables with heavy duty wooden chairs all around the room, some seating doubles and some bigger that would hold more people.
There were several girls in there studying, but no guys anywhere to be seen, bet the little bastard stood me up, figures. There was a tap to my shoulder and I heard a heavily accented voice ask.
"You are in need of a tutor, Ja?"
I spun around and there in front of me was one of the foreign guys from lunch, one of the really tall ones, he had blond hair and had on spectacles and carried a backpack over his shoulder. He was enormously tall I had to tilt my head way back to look up at him, I barely reached his chest.
"Yea, I guess so." I said still staring up at him. "Where are you from anyway?" i asked, curious.
"Germany" he answered.
"Cool, I always heard German’s do it better." I said, his jaw dropped, and his pale cheeks got pink, just the reaction i was looking for, break the ice and whatnot. I giggled at him and turned away toward the tables finding one for two, "I’m just kidding with ya, come on, let’s get this over with so you can declare me hopeless."
I went to one of the closer double tables and plopped myself into the wooden chair, my back to the door and dropped my bag on the floor next to me. He came over and sat opposite me at the table, his cheeks still looked a little pink.
"Look, sorry i teased ya man." i said feeling slightly bad now, "i won't do it again, just get me through this class, ok."
"Sure, It's ok." he said and pulled out his math book and the homework. "My names Christian" He said as he laid out the books and papers around him, pulling out a big chunky looking calculator.
I dug into my bag getting out my book and paper as well and we settled in to get this torture over with. "Marie" i said smiling at him, maybe this wouldn't be so bad.
Half an hour later i dropped my head to the table in defeat and moaned. "I don't get it, this is stupid." i pulled up my jacket hiding under it, if i didn't see it, it didn't exist.
"Are you almost done here?" a deep voice asked behind me.
"I fear my work here will never be done." Christian said with a laugh, teasing me now.
"Very funny" i said under the jacket, "I’m not a therapist, solve your own problems." i said.
The voice behind me laughed, "That bad," the voice asked.
"That bad." Christian said
"{is she at least cute}?" the voice said, i didn't understand a word of it. I assumed it was German, i guess, not that i had had the chance to hear any up to this point. My grandma did like to tell stories about her little German grandpa, about how he came over from Germany to settle here in the u.s. many years ago.
"{I guess so, but not my type.}" He answered back. {More like Till or Reesh, depending on who see's her first.} He added and chuckled at whatever he had said to the guy, this was getting old and annoying really really fast.
"Why don't you come party with us then," The guy behind me said taping my shoulder ”I am sure between the six of us we can get you through the class?”
"I guess so," i mumbled into the table top, at least i had something to do tonight anyway, or someone if i played my cards right. Hopefully someone tall and good looking with an ass you could bounce a quarter off of.
"Come on flake," he said, "the others are waiting for us to collect them, you too." he tugged on my jacket, urging me up.
"yea, yea," i said straiting up and fixing my jacket, "keep your panties on, I’m coming"
He chuckled at me as i stood up and faced him for the first time. It was the one with the longer curly hair, he looked about my age. I stuck my hand out at him to be friendly, when he took it his hand was slightly chilly and i wondered where he had been to make him so cold.
"Marie, Nice to meet you." i said.
"Christoph," he said shaking my hand. "But you can call me Doom, everyone else does."
"Ooo ,so metal." i laughed, "Doom it is." I grinned up at him, and he laughed and smiled back, he had a great smile, this was going to be such a good night, or even the whole weekend, Especially if the super hot one was there too.
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Authors note: All chacacters are 18 years of age or older.... just fyi...
