She wasn’t sure if it was the tone of her voice, or the fact that she recognized it that gave her a feeling of something crawling up her back. There was no way… it just wasn’t possible… She couldn’t be here. She kept the smile on her face not wanting to let her know that her sudden appearance was enough to get to her and she tilted her head to the side slightly. “Life, school…. that sort of thing.”
"What about you Monroe? What are you doing here of all places?" She questioned keeping up her general at school facade knowing people might be watching.
“Learning. Thats what most people doing here.” Belle commented, nodding her head. “Or do you mean in Beacon Hills? Cuz’ thats a different story. I got chosen a few months ago.” She pulled her lips into an exaggerated smile, picking up the longboard and leaning it against her side.
"It’s like I’ve entered an alternate universe, one where you’re popular and far from… well, you know." She was bitter. Oh, so bitter. She got a home before she did. She was happy, she was popular and perfect… and Belle? She was still a misfit, and miserable.
Hearing someone say his name - or his surname - he turned around, looking the girl up and down a moment. “Or Kyle…” He said smiling a little.
"Okay, Kyle. How about you sit with me so we don’t both look like losers." She stated simply, leaning back in her seat and eating a fry. "I’ll even share my food."
"I guess that’s a matter of opinion."
"I’ll kick your ass, shut up, you didn’t kill him. I know it feels like that, but you didn’t."
"What? Shit. Wow. No, I don’t. I don’t like seeing negativity on the tv every time I turn it on. But that’s intense. Was anyone hurt with the poison control thing?"
"I think a chemistry teacher was shot, or something. I don’t know. It’s a big change from a preppy private school."
"I’d rather own dogs than cats."
"Okay, so a million dogs. Same thing."
"Not my fault you were zoned out." He said with a smirk.
"If I had a heart attack and died, I’d have come back to haunt your smug ass."
"Like what?" He knew there was some weird shit, but he wanted to know what the ‘official version’ of the truth was, or at least what a majority of people thought."
"Do you not watch the news, Rich Boy?" She smirked, liking her nickname for the guy. "I’m pretty sure a janitor was killed in here once. A wild coyote ran through here, too. Poison control came over recently. It looked like a fucking meth lab in here."
Sophia was walking down the halls during lunch, heading to meet up with her friends. As usual she had he phone glued to her hand as she sent a couple of text messages, but she stopped in her tracks when she heard her name and turned around.
Belle walked down the hallway, or more so, rolled down (she carried her longboard, sometimes her skateboard, with her everywhere), nearing her locker. She was planning on grabbing her jacket and going outside for lunch today, not wanting to be inside with a crowd of people.
After stopping off at her locker, she turned down the hall and spotted a familiar looking blonde. Belle was shocked for a second, then realized she was the new ‘It’ girl people seemed to be talking about. Blonde, Sophia… how did she miss that? “If it isn’t Sophia,” she called, smiling at the old friend when she turned around. “What the hell happened to you?”
Kyle was on his way walking home - thanks to his brother - when he got caught out in the rain. No doubt Connor would be home by now having ridden his bike, but he wasn’t twelve. He wasn’t going to ride his bike to and from school every day like a kid. Of course it meant he’d been caught out by the change in weather. Heading into the cafe he brushed his hand through his hair feeling the droplets on his hair. “Fucking asshole.” He muttered under his breath as he decided to wait out the weather by getting something to eat.
Belle heard the chime of the cafe door, and looked up to see someone she recognized from the halls. She watched him run his hand through his hair, then mumble something that looked like ‘fucking asshole’.
She wasn’t one to speak to people first. Ever, actually… but she’d rather be talking so someone she didn’t know, than sit alone and have one of her friends come in. “Hey, Beckett, right?”
"Or you don’t get married at all."
"Not marrying isn’t so bad, either. Just own a lot of cats."
"I’m sure you’ll do fine, Ms. Monroe. Do not stress yourself out over it."
"Easier said than done. I don’t have a computer, so I’ll have to stay at the library for like, ten hours."
She frowned a little back to her, not quite sure what to make of her or the giant bolder of a chip on her shoulder. “Okay so I am probably not on my best today, but I really don’t want to be making any new enemies on my first day back. Any chance we can just pretend this conversation so far didn’t happen and start out again with a smile and hello?”
Belle let out a short, sarcastic laugh. “How about this. We can start over, if you skip class with me. You don’t seem like you want to be here, and I sure as hell don’t. Just this one class.”
"Fucking hell!" Belle groaned, shoving her phone into her pocket angrily. It was raining out, so going home on her longboard was out of the question — and what sucked even more, is, Ruth and George (her adoptive parents), were out of town and wouldn’t be home till late. She was stuck at the cafe by the stupid school, with no way home.
She sat in a booth near a window, angrily eating one of her fries. Maybe I could use my magic to stop the stupid rain…