Ashley Hawke lounged in the back of her seat as she waited for the history teacher to finish speaking. Her mind in a daze, she almost fell asleep.
That blissful state soon ended as she was disturbed by the sound of the class packing their books. Ashley turned to her left and looked up at the clock under the ceiling. Only a few minutes were left in class. Soon they would be free from the boring prison known as school.
Ashley quickly packed her books even as the teacher complained about students packing up early. She didn’t care really; Mr. Tate never had the backbone to enforce his rules.
Only two more minutes left in class. Ashley could hear the excited whispers of her fellow classmates as they began to talk about what they had planned for the weekend. The group of girls next to her talked quietly, smiling and making glances toward her.
Ashley rolled her eyes in annoyance. The girls, five in all, were part of a popular clique of underclassmen. One that Ashley herself was the leader of. They were her so-called “friends” and were probably going to bug her about her weekend plans.
As the bell rang and class was dismissed, Ashley retrieved her book bag from the floor next to her desk. As Ashley stood up and readied herself to leave, she was approached by two of her friends, smiling at her.
“Ashley! Wait up!” Lorie said. The small blonde girl positioned herself between Ashley and the door. “We’re going out with the boys, remember?”
Ashley narrowed her eyes but had a hint of a smile on her face. “Ah. Yeah. To the movies right?” Everyone was always trying to drag her around. No doubt Timothy would be there. He was known as a good-looking boy in her grade who made no intention of hiding his crush on her. Ashley shook her head a little. She liked having people that desired to be around her, but if they were annoying she would get irritated.
It was only natural, though, that everyone would want to bask in the presence of a smart and beautiful girl like herself. But she was much more than that. Much more.
She was a sophomore at Franklin High School, yet in some ways it felt like she ran the place. Ashley was a starter on the school volleyball and soccer team. The upperclassmen boys adored her while the girls secretly hated her. She was one of the most popular girls in school and almost always had the favor of teachers. It was Ashley’s very being that drew others to her, and she knew it. It could be considered a blessing and a curse.
That is what it means to be a god.
Ashley walked outside of the class with her friends Lorie and Tonya. Heading toward her locker she could see the rest of her clique congregated around it. The girls were busy flirting with a group of boys nearby. Ashley could see Timothy with them. She caught him glancing at her with a smile.
“Hmph!” Ashley huffed, grinning. Tonya took her smile as a reason to voice her opinion.
“He’s pretty hot. And he likes you. I think he’s gonna ask you out,” Tonya said.
Tonya turned around and attempted to question Ashley about why she wouldn’t want a date with the perfect looking boy. Ashley waved her off. As Ashley put her books inside her locker compartment, she was swarmed with attention from the students around her area. She conversed with them a little until she found herself face to face with Timothy.
Ashley had to look up to see the tall boy’s face. Tim’s grin became wider as she did.
“Hey,” he said. “We’re going to the movies tonight, coming with?”
There was a little tension in the air between them as he dropped those words. He was attractive. Ashley observed him for a moment unfazed. She looked over his well-kept brown hair and then looked straight in his piercing gray eyes.
“I’ll be there,” She said.
“I’ll pick you up,” Timothy replied.
She wasn’t fond of the idea of being in a car with Tim, but she agreed to it anyway. Maybe she would get some amusement out of rejecting him tonight. He asked if she needed a ride home as well but she said no. Heading toward the school entrance she made her way toward the buses taking students home with her friends.
Before making it to the door she almost found herself running into someone. It was another student. He apologized, embarrassed after almost crashing into her. Ashley frowned; how could someone be so absent-minded? The curly haired boy glanced away as she viewed his face. He seemed nervous. Without even saying anything she continued walking on with the rest of her group. After a few steps, she turned her head back to look at the brown-skinned boy, who was rushing the opposite direction to his locker. He must have forgotten something.
“So that’s my master, huh?” She said quietly before turning back around.
Shaun Thompson stood in front of Franklin High School looking up at the name plastered on top of the three-story building. So this is where he would be teaching from now on, he thought. He began to walk up the wide flight of steps toward the school entrance with his briefcase in hand. As he opened the doors his shaggy black hair blew forward as a current of cold air from outside rushed into the school.
As he entered the school building, he wondered what being a teacher at this school would be like. It wouldn’t be his first time teaching; he started as a substitute and teacher’s assistant for many years. However, this would be the first time he had a class all to himself.
On top of that, the school was huge. There were over couple of thousand students. Most were decent enough but in his opinion, there were a couple of bad apples.
Shaun remembered yesterday when he was putting most of his items and teaching material the in his classroom. He could remember a student, a young girl getting harassed by a group of other girls. It was close by his classroom but Shaun opted to stay out of it. He wasn’t officially known as a teacher at the time and he had no problem with avoiding the issues of some teenage brats.
Shaun was jolted out of his thoughts as he could hear the sound of clacking heels headed toward him. He stood up straight to face the brunette haired woman. She walked until she was a few feet in front of him.
The woman gave him a warm smile and put out her hand.
“You must be the new physics teacher!” She said. “I’m Selena Frazzle.”
Shaun smiled slightly shaking her hand. “Hi, I’m Shaun Thompson.”
“Oh! So you’re the young physics genius everyone was talking about,” Ms. Frazzle said. “I’ve heard a lot about you from Mr.Hardy. How old are you?”
“Twenty-two ma’am,” He replied.
“Wow, so you just graduated college?”
“Just call me Selena.”
Ms. Frazzle’s sparkling eyes were boring into Shaun almost as if they could see through him. Ms. Frazzle continued to ask questions. She then talked about the various teachers and departments of the school.
“Well it was nice meeting you,” Ms. Frazzle finished.
“Likewise,” Mr.Thompson said while looking around the hallway for the principal’s office.
“Looking for principal’s office?” Ms. Frazzle asked. “I can take you there if you’d like.”
Shaun agreed and walked with her through the expansive hallway. Ms. Frazzle began to talk absentmindedly about her favorite students and why she loved teaching English. Shaun observed her quietly.
Something about her was bugging him. Ms. Frazzle was not his type, but even he could see that she was a beautiful woman. As his eyes traced over her form he noticed she was probably in her late twenties.
None of that was really important, though. There was something else he could sense from her. A feeling of a certain energy but he couldn’t quite place it. Unhuman? He wasn’t able to confirm his suspicions, however.
A loud crash of was heard from around the hall stopping their conversation immediately.
“What was that?” Shaun asked.
“I have no idea,” Ms. Frazzle replied.
She started to move faster, heading toward the disturbance.
“It was one of the lockers. Come on, it sounded like a student fell.”
Shaun sighed to himself and let Selena lead the way. Turning the corner he saw Ms. Frazzle frozen in place looking at the scene before her. A group of five girls and their blonde leader were bullying the same young girl he saw from before. It seemed as if they were trying to take books from her backpack. Shaun resisted the urge to shake his head. He really didn’t want to get involved, at least not this soon.
“What are you doing!?” Ms. Frazzle asked.
The girls remained silent, They were caught red-handed. Shaun was curious to see what excuses they would have. The blonde girl, the leader of the posse began to stalk off.
Ms. Frazzle nearly grabbed her but stopped as the blonde girl turned around to look at her.
“You’re not going anywhere, young lady, you have explaining to do along with your friends. Why were you hurting that girl?”
“Me?” Ashley scowled. “I had nothing do with this. I wasn’t even next to her like them.”
Ashley pointed her index finger at the other girls. “They mess with Katherine here to please me since she doesn’t talk with us anymore. But I can care less. It’s not like I tell them to do it.”
“Hey!” Nicole said.
“Ashley!?” Lorie exclaimed.
The girls moaned in protest as Ashley threw them under the bus. She ignored them.
“No. You’re just here to encourage your little entourage, is that it?” Ms. Frazzle said.
“If you have a problem give me a write-up slip and send me the Principal. I should take full responsibility for those that are mine, no?”
Ashley stalked off without saying another word.
Shaun glanced at Ms. Frazzle with the side of his eyes. She frowned, her face flashing with anger, and yet it seemed as if she had let Ashley walk away. Was that fear he saw in Ms. Frazzle’s expression? Shaun turned his face to look back at where the blonde girl had been.
Ashley had looked familiar… Like a certain being from that place…
After a moment Shaun and Ms. Frazzle resumed walking through the hallway, both of them quiet.
They had finally reached the principle’s office. As they entered the room they were greeted by Principal Hardy, who was just getting off the phone.
“Ah, thank you Ms. Frazzle. I see you’ve acquainted yourself with Mr.Thompson. That’s good.” The Principle said. He turned to face Shaun. “And how are you finding everything? Ready for Monday?”
“Yes Sir,” Shaun replied.
Ms. Frazzle quietly excused herself as he continued his conversation with Mr.Hardy. Shaun glanced at Ms. Frazzle as she left, her eyes catching his own. She simply smiled at him as she left the room.
Selena Frazzle looked across the long stairway window viewing the campus grounds with a smile. She was watching the new physics teacher, Mr. Thompson, make his way back to parking lot. He must have been done unpacking for the evening. They had just come from a meeting with the school principal after they witnessed the event earlier.
Selena didn’t bring up the situation with Ashley to Principle Hardy, knowing that it would cause more problems that it was worth. However, she made sure to threaten the other bullies with suspension if they continued to harass that girl. She noted that Shaun also refrained telling the Mr. Hardy about what he witnessed.
Selena really had no reason to stay at school. She was unnecessarily waiting for and acquaintance, but she didn’t mind.Selena turned her head to the side as she was approached by her coworker.
“What are you doing standing here?” Mrs. Armstrong asked.
Selena smiled raising her hands up in defense. “Nothing really.”
Mrs. Armstrong looked over her shoulder out the window. She had seen who Selena was looking at.
“Right. So what do you think of him?”
“He seems pretty cute,” Selena said. She couldn’t hide anything from Mrs. Armstrong, but of course she never really cared to. “I don’t think he’s my type, though.”
“You seemed content staring at him for an hour.”
“Please, it wasn’t an hour, ” Selena said. She tilted her head, thinking. “Maybe I should try to seduce him?”
“Really, shitting where you eat?”
“Nah, only kidding,” Selena said with a laugh. “Speaking of which, aren’t you treating me out to dinner?”
“If you’re paying.”
“Oh come on.”
Selena walked down the stairs while finalizing her dinner plans with Mrs. Armstrong. She quickly took a glance at the school parking lot. Mr. Thompson’s car was finally gone. Selena smiled again to herself.
It looks like things are starting to get interesting.