Thread: Cat and Mouse [SilverScar & sharpiie love]

Hearing the alarm go off to indicate that there were only thirty minutes left until classes began, Daveigh groaned. There was no way she wasn't going to end up late today. Not because she was only just waking up, the seventeen year old had been up for hours, but because she had been so busy getting her makeup just right that she hadn't even bothered with her hair yet let alone her having enough time to go get coffee from the student lounge. The question was, which one was more important? If she finished her hair she wouldn't have time for coffee and would probably be a wreck all day. If she got coffee she was going to have to just let her hair do its own thing which could be a godsend or a disaster. Hoping that for once she was going to have a good hair day, Daveigh pulled her hair out of the ponytail she kept it in while she slept, brushing it out with her fingers and then shifting it until it fell in the slightest wave around her face. The ponytail had managed to give her volume without creasing her hair for once. You are so damn lucky, she threatened her reflection giving herself a once over. Her traditional school uniform of plaid, pleated skirt had been rolled once - okay maybe twice - and lay brushing against her mid-thigh rather than right above her knee where it was intended to lay. She had donned the school's pressed white blouse, the white so startling clean that it made her platinum blonde hair stand out rather than fade in. She'd foregone the full length tie and decided instead to start the school year out with a neat little tie that crossed under her neck with a pearl pin. She'd decided on black heels for the day rather than some of her other choices. It wasn't late enough in the year for her to start worrying about the chill so she hadn't bothered with stockings and some of her shoes simply looked best with the stockings. As she fluffed her hair again, the 5'6 teenager grabbed her purse and headed out of her dorm room towards the student center to get much needed coffee. With coffee in hand twenty minutes later she began the trek up the stairs to her first class of the year. She'd heard a rumor that they were going to have a new teacher this year but nobody had seen him yet so she couldn't be sure. As she stepped off the final stair and into the hallway on the third floor she grinned as she saw that her friends had waited for her rather than walking in. It was something they'd always done, but she hadn't expected them to keep it up in light of a possible new teacher. How do you always manage to look like a work of art on the first day of class? Daveigh's green eyes glittered with laughter as she reached her friends and shook her head. I was totally rushing this morning. I almost didn't make it to get coffee, she said with a pout as she held up her large iced coffee for them to see. Can you imagine? The group moved forward as one to the classroom door and let themselves in. Thank god you didn't miss out. We wouldn't want Lady Vanderbilt to have a bad day. Daveigh's eyes rolled towards the ceiling at the petty remark from one of the school's - very few - scholarship students. Her last name wasn't Vanderbilt. She'd never even met the Vanderbilts. Her last name was Spencer but that didn't matter to some of the people in school once they found out just how much money her father had. The majority of the scholarship kids didn't believe that she belonged there and thought the only reason she'd been accepted was because of her father's money. While that may have been part of it, she was no slacker when it came to school either, as their new teacher would find out. When she put her mind to something, it got done. Period, end. She turned around and noticed the number of girls already staring at their new teacher like they were about to drool and as she turned to look at him herself she could understand why. All of their teachers wore business clothes. Suits, pant suits, whatever the case may be, it was a given. But not a single one of them filled out their suit quite the way he did. Taking a seat to the right of his desk and in the second row she set her purse down and plugged in her laptop before setting her eyes on the handsome stranger at the front of their class. She was definitely glad she'd grabbed the coffee this morning She wanted to be awake for every word that came out of that man's mouth.