Catching Feelings

Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Scooby, Shaggy, and Velma

[ Trinity ]

The following day, Trinity did everything in her power to avoid Scott, Stiles and Allison who reminded her of the characters from Scooby Doo. She was trying so hard to steer clear of that when she had heard Allison and Lydia's voices coming into the bathroom that she was in. Thinking fast, she ran into a stall and pretended she wasn't there. "Doesn't it strike you as odd that this girl shows up right after a murder?"

"No, it makes me think this girl has been through a lot of trauma and she and her father needed to run away and they coincidentally chose this place." Lydia was applying a thick coat of a light pink lipstick to her plump lips. "Stop looking so far into things, all you have to do is look in that girls eyes and know that she's innocent."

"But—"

"Allison, I'm going to be late to class." The strawberry-blonde interrupted rudely. "I'll save a seat for you during lunch, I'm inviting Trinity too so please be civilized and don't down her with the fourth degree."

Allison examined her nearly perfect features in the schools edge rusted mirrors. "I would not down her with the fourth degree," The brunette pouted. "That's Stiles' job." With that, she left the bathroom.

Trinity sighed in relief when she was gone, and exited the dirty bathroom stall that she had hidden in. After quickly washed her hands and grabbed her books, she rushed off to class. "You're late Ms. Mitchell." Mr. Harris dimly accused, not taking his eyes off of the words he was producing onto the black chalkboard.

Her cheeks flamed, embarrassed from being called out in front of the class like that. "My apologies Mr. Harris. I assure it won't happen again."

"I don't really care, just make sure you aren't late next year when your re-taking my class."

Trinity scoffed, offended by his jab. She walked to her given desk and dropped her books on them. "I doubt that will happen Sir. I've already finished this class, they just couldn't pass the credits through."

Astonished by the transfer students sudden boldness, the beady eyed man turned to her with widened eyes. "Is that so?" Trinity nodded in response and he pursed his thin lips. "Alright, then you shouldn't have a problem answering a few questions about this unit, eh?"

"No sir, hit me with your best shot," She knew that if Mr. Harris called Sam about this incident he'd make it his life goal to assure that his daughter had every bone in her small body broken and shattered to tons of little pieces.

"What's the fourth more abundant element in the universe in terms of mass?"

"Carbon," She answer immediately, her blue eyes glued to his emotionless black ones.

"At room temperature, what's the only metal that is in liquid form?" He questioned a smug grin on his face. That question wasn't even apart of this years work.

"Mercury." His face scrunched up in anger that she'd had gotten the question right. "Not to be cocky sir, but I'm fairly good at this particular subject."

"Well I'm quite good myself, seeing as though I went to college studying this particular subject," He mocked her accent at the end, a sarcastic smile on his face. "What's the main gas in the air that we breathe?"

"Nitrogen, about seventy-eight percent to be exact. The rest of our air is contaminated by idiocy and pollution, of course."

"That's a rude statement," Harris sneered at her, slamming his chemistry book closed . (Apparently he was done quizzing me on this useless subject. Like who the hell cares about how a cell divides? It just does.)

"Ah, sorry mate. Didn't mean to offend you, honesty is tough, you just have to accept it though." His mouth opened to respond but the bell had rung and all of us collected our books and left the class.

On my way out, Jackson, her father's bosses son, stopped her with a smug grin. "That was pretty amazing what you did back there, I've never seen anyone talk back to Harris like that. You're really brave, Blondie."

"Honestly, I was terrified. My father would murder me if he found out I was talking to teachers like that. I can't even believe I was talking to a teacher like that, I'm usually really quiet."

Jackson laughed, his eyes crinkling up at the corners. "Well whatever caused you to be so bold, don't let go of it. I think I might actually be able to make it through this class with you around." Jackson stopped at Trinity's locker, the blonde giving him a weird look.

"How'd you know where my locker was?"

"My girlfriend, Lydia, she makes sure that she knows everything about everyone. Your locker number just so happened to be one of those facts."

Blue eyes widened in embarrassment and a bit of awkwardness. "That's not at all intimidating. Lydia is like a freaking goddess, I'm internally dying of shame that she had to take time to find out about me."

"Well if you ask me, I think it was time well spent." Jackson whispered quietly to her. "I have to go, it's time for lunch and I am a growing boy. I need my food. You should sit with us."

Shutting the locker, she followed him to the lunchroom. "I'd appreciate that."

After walking through the line and getting our fairly descent looking lunches, Jackson led the way to the table. Allison, Lydia, Scott and Stiles were already sat there eating and laughing but all that stopped when Trinity showed up. "What is she doing here?" Stiles not so quietly whispered to his best friend, who answered with an 'I don't know'.

"I invited her, don't be such an asshole Stilinski. You should feel honored that such an attractive girl can sit at the same table as you without puking in disgust." Jackson sneered, taking an angry out of his mashed potatoes.

Lydia adjusted in her seat, drawing all of her attention on the newest addition. "I have a feeling that we are going to be very good friends."

Trinity blatantly looked down at the strawberry-blondes shoes, admiring the glossy pair of heels. "You know, you can tell a lot about a person by their shoes. And you my friend, have some pretty damn good taste in that subject. Are they Jimmy Choo's?"

Seeming genuinely pleased by the sure words, Lydia gave her a bright smile. "Yes, they are," The green eyed girl looked back at Allison who was still looking warily at Trinity. "See Allison, she's innocent and has an acute eye for fashion. You're going to have to do a few favors if you want to catch up, Argent."

"Isn't that French? Ar-gent." She sounded the word out on her tongue. "Silver right?" She nodded, stuffing a forkful of two day old lettuce in her mouth. "Wait just a moment, your Chris's daughter?"

The brunette put her fork down, swallowing her mouthful of food, and Trinity had suddenly gained everyone's attention at the table. "How'd you know that?"

"I overheard my father on the phone, he was talking about you lot a few days ago. Apparently, our families had a bit of a falling out like twenty or so years ago, my dad still hasn't forgiven him."

"For what?" Stiles interjected, his hazel brown eyes squinting at her.

Trinity laughed breathlessly, her body slouching a bit. "Over something about some book or journal or whatever. It sounds stupid if you ask me."

"Trinity," Scott called out, his expression deadly serious. "I need you to us everything you know about that book."