Chapter 2
This place is surely something, she thought, slamming her locker shut. Yes, it really was. To start where her brother had gone wrong, she didn’t present herself as a timid, insecure person, not that she could, but quite the opposite. As it turned out, the female division had similar a ranking system as their male counterparts; regular students, teachers, councilwomen, the council president and the headmistress. Wonderful.
“Hey, are you listening? I really have to get you sorted out before our visitors get here! Viktorya would have my head if I’m late!” the blonde at her side fretted. Ah yes, Nast.. Nastassia? Natalia? Natasha! Yes. Natasha Arlovskaya, the Belarusian who was not a council member herself but a loyal assistant to one. She was acting as her guide. A pretty nice person (or so she portrayed herself to be) but her superior, Viktorya, not so much. The latter reminded her of Viktor- well, reminded her of what little she got from her experience while impersonating her brother. The two didn’t interact all that much. When it all came down to it, she didn’t really care for anyone here.
Shrugging her shoulders, she allowed her eyes to roll over to the fidgeting blonde. “Chill Tasha. Can I call you Tasha? Yeah, ok, thanks.” Of course, she said all this before the other had the opportunity to respond but the Belarusian didn’t exactly protest to it once given the chance to afterwards. That was another thing. She seemed to be quite the pacifist. Then again, that could always just be a front. “Anyway, Tasha, before we really get into whatever it is you’re saying...” her eyebrows furrowed as she leaned towards the other female, her voice lowering. “are you perhaps a sub? Y’know, with Mrs. Tall and Imposing?”
Natasha visibly paled at that, shaking her head vigorously. “She’s my sister! What kind of a question is that?!” She squeaked, looking rather flustered. Was it because she insinuated that the two were being incestuous behind closed doors or perhaps because she had been outed as a submissive kind of gal. If the two would form any sort of friendship, Tasha would simply have to get used to ludicrous questions.
She snorted at that, looking the other female up and down. “Riiiight,” she believed that there was nothing out of the ordinary happening but the squeamish girl didn’t need to know that. “Say, I heard you mention visitors. Who’re they? We can walk and talk.”
After quickly regaining her composure (much faster than the questioning female anticipated), Natasha nodded, already turning but beckoning the other to follow. “The ‘men’ are coming over for a joint meeting.” The red eyed female gave the newbie a side eyed glance. “I don’t know why they even refer to themselves as men. They’re just a bunch of crazy meatheads..” she cringed as a thought crossed her mind. “steer clear of Allen— auburn haired, red eyed American with a bad temperament. Won’t be able to miss him.” She didn’t seem to be that fond of them. Wonder why.
The female’s eyebrows raised at that, the corners of her lips twitching upwards then falling back flat. If the guys were coming, that’d mean she’d be seeing Lutz, Matthieu and Oliver, even if she hadn’t formally met the Brit as her true self. They made her smile but then being there also meant that she would have to see Allen and her brother. Ugh. She already had to deal with living with the latter and now she had to put up with him at school? What a cruel world.
“You don’t sound too thrilled,” she hummed while nodding in acknowledgement to the areas of the school Natasha was acquainting her with. It wasn’t that much different from the male division so manoeuvring around shouldn’t be too hard. The other female grumbled out a few things about them being too loud and noisy along with the various disputes that break out whenever the two sides met. That should be expected. They barely got along with each other so why would they with people who would possibly oppose what they put forward.
“And their headmaster is kinda creepy. I heard he’s like a dictator over on their end.” The Belarusian shuddered. Maybe it would be best to keep their little fling to herself, not that she planned to divulge any information about it. “He..”
“Ayo!” a new voice cut the girl off. The two turned to face the one who interrupted them. Enter Amelia Jekyll, a loud mouthed, easy-to-anger, bodacious American girl and council member. Very similar to Allen but much more tolerable. For now at least. Approaching the two, Amelia wore a grin, her skirt swishing with each step that she took. Hers was noticeably shorter than everyone else’s but still covered what needed to be covered so it wasn’t all too bad. Hell, it made her contemplate shortening her own skirt just a tad. “Rusbitch wants ya so you’re gonna havta jet. Like now.” She shooed the other female away and took her place. Another thing about this Jekyll was that she had a particularly interesting lingo but she made that work. She seemed to make everything work, really. As expected, Natasha quickly said her goodbyes and offered to pick up where she left off (not trusting Amelia to do a good job and with good reason) before booking it to her older sister. This left herself and the jacket wearing American standing in the hallway, the other students fading away into the background. Do all red eyed Americans wear bomber jackets with their uniforms or do the students of both schools make it their mission to mirror each other to see who pulls off the looks best? An interesting thought. Who’d know.
Amelia‘s ruby reds raked over the other female’s form, possibly making some sort of inner judgement. Whatever it was, it seemed that she passed because the brunette soon shrugged and ran her fingers through her hair. “This here is a fucking drab. What say we not to this and go for a smoke? I know a good place to do it too.” She suggested with a wiggle of her brows.
No. “That..” no. “..sounds..” no! “like a damn good idea!” She exclaimed, earning an approving hum from American gal. And so the two ventured off deeper into the school to actively break one of the simplest and well known rules.
Meanwhile, a group of eleven males stood at the entrance, bickering amongst themselves. They were already off a bad footing before even properly stepping onto the compound. Well, nine out of the eleven were. Adonis decided to observe everything as this was his first time being here but he would object to certain things said, mostly by Luciano, if only for the sole purpose of pissing him off.
Margherita scoffed, alerting the group of her presence. “Are you all finished because I have better things to do than listening to your pathetic grumblings so get your shit together.”
Margherita Vargas. A haughty, bossy, a bit moody but equally as energetic Italian and like her male counterpart, is the current president of her school’s student council. Despite their resemblance, she’s apparently the Italian’s second cousin once removed.. or something along those lines.
When it all registered, this of course, resulted in the Italian male turning his aggression towards his cousin and an argument ensued.
“Both of you, shut up.” A gruff voice broke through their Italian swears, the owner nonchalantly walking between the two and proceeding to enter the school.
“My sincerest apologies, Headmaster Vargas!” The female bowed her head but still took the chance to glare at her relative and received one in return. With their personalities being so similar, it wasn’t hard to imagine the many clashes they had. “Please,” she straightened herself, turning away from the remaining ten. “Follow me. As always, we welcome you to our school but please, feel free to excuse yourselves if you feel burdened by being here.” She stated, already on her way into the school. She added extra emphasis on everything after ‘please’. The males, albeit contemplating leaving as she said, trudged in after her. The headmaster would have their heads if they did.
Unlike what Amelia was expecting them to be smoking, the female had offer her own personal blend of herbs; consisting of mullein, skullcap and mint. Why did she have them? Who knows for sure but what they did know was that smoking her mixture was euphoric.
“Shit..” Amelia breathed out, offering the female opposite of her a sheepish smile. “You gotta gimme some of that stuff, dollie.” She earned a decent nickname from the grouchy American herself so that must mean that she was currently on her good side. Not that she particularly cared, more than happy to get into it with someone if deemed necessary but this was nice. Suddenly remembering something, she got to her feet, ruby orbs looking over the sighing female. “I gots ta’ go, sweet thing. Meeting’s startin’.”
With a grunt, she got to her feet, rubbing the back of her neck. “Of course. I got a lot more of this stuff.” She shrugged, tossing a little bag with her blend to the tanned female. “Lez go.”
The two were actually in a little room tucked in a corner next to the abandoned music room. It wasn’t exactly large but it was good enough and students rarely ever ventured over to the area, either being that it was off limits to the regular student or they simply just weren’t aware of it. It was easy to miss the room. Seeing as it was right on the path to the meeting room, the two exited just in time to see the visitors making their way into the meeting place. The American male’s eyes drifted over to the females just before he was about to enter, his mouth opening to possibly yell but a shove into the room from his brother, who subtly nodded a hello to the female, prevented him from doing so. Amelia rolled her eyes, slipping past the swarm of males and into the room. Thankfully, Lutz had been one of the few, along with Viktor and Kuro to be at the back of the group. She received brief stares from the Russian and Japanese men before they too continued on which left her with the smirking German.
“Hey, babe,” she greeted, tossing her hands around the blonde’s shoulders. “Bet you weren’t expecting to see me, huh?”
“Honestly,” he rumbled, resting his hands on the small of her back. “nein but even more so coming out of an isolated room with that frau. What were you up to?” His expression coupled with the suggestive tone of his voice made his thoughts as clear as day.
She rolled her eyes, placing a kiss on corner of his lips. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” She teased, a soft laugh escaping her when his grip on her tightened.
“Beilschmidt, enter. Now.” came the condescending voice of the Headmaster, who neither had noticed had exited the room after realising one of his students was missing. He watched with hardened boysenberry eyes as the muscular male peeled himself away from the female and with a wink, entered the room where the bickering could be heard escalating into something dangerous. “I didn’t peg him as your type,” he mused.
The female gasped, a hand going to her chest. “Headmaster Vargas, do you always speak to students, even if they aren’t yours, so loosely?”
He rolled his eyes, exhaling sharply from his nose. “I speak as I see fit.” Truthfully, he earned that fake reaction but he still expected her to be more open. It was just something that he was used to. “You look good,” he said, eyes raking over her body as she approached him. The female walked right passed him but took a second to tip toe and breathe out next to his ear, “I know, sir. Tell Lutz to meet me afterwords, yeah?” It was no secret that she was still mildly annoyed by him suddenly ghosting her but at least she could have fun with it all.
Oh yes, this would very fun indeed.