The raven haired girl

Expectations

Olivia was putting her textbooks in her locker when a sophomore came up to ask her if she were a witch. With a smirk on his face, he waited for her reaction while a snickering bunch of his pals watched about six feet away. Olivia slammed her locker shut in irritation. He was a pimply faced pip-squeak. It pissed her off that even lower class men thought they could take shots at her.

When she turned around, she gave him a slow up and down. He fidgeted uncomfortably under her scrutiny.

"Yeah, I'm a witch. You wanna join my coven?"

The sophomore shook his head. Olivia moved in closer to whisper, "Well, we meet every Saturday in the graveyard three blocks over if you wanna make an appearance. It's BYOB though, short for bring your own blood. The other witches love a bit of fresh meat." Freaked out, the sophomore began backing away. Olivia followed him, staring him dead in the eye not taking a single blink.

"Pigs blood will do, but we do prefer human. You know because its stronger. pigs blood is consumed every time someone eats steak, but humans blood, now that is far superior. A delicacy, especially when it comes from a virgin. All of humans thoughts and desires just spice their blood, virgins are the best because they have all that pent up frustration and need coursing through their blood." she narrowed her eyes. "Yes virgins have the best blood. Are you a virgin?"

The guys eyes were a millimeter away from popping out of his head. He stammered a no and fled. His friends called out to him, but he kept going. A small wicked smile stretched across Olivia's face as she hoisted her backpack and began shoving her way through the hall to her third period class. Mr Ortega should be pleased, after all,she didn't threaten to shrink that i***t.

Olivia’s day dragged on from there. She ate lunch outside alone. She didn’t sit with anyone during classes. She really was an outcast. She tried not to dwell on it, but it did get to her sometimes like when a group would be standing in the hall laughing and telling each other about their about their summers and she had to go around them. She tried to squeeze by undetected, but inevitably she would meet someone’s eyes in the group, and the other students speech would falter, and they would blink and quickly avert their eyes from me.

The rest of the group would notice and fall silent. They’d shuffle out of her way. She’d hear their whispers as she walked away.

“Does she really put hexes on people?”

“I heard she’s a satanist.”

Mr Ortega was the only one that had asked about her break.

She got to fifth period Americano history just as the bell rang. As she made her way to a far seat in the corner, a group of guys shivered and went “oooohhh” in a fake scared manner. She rolled her eyes, but otherwise ignored them.

The teacher came in and told everyone to settle down. He introduced himself and the class. A student got up and began collecting his things. Olivia already knew why.

“What’s up?” One of his pals asked him.

“Wrong class.” He mumbled.

Another boy heard him. “Wrong class!” He crowed.

Everyone laughed at the blushing student scurrying out of the room.

Once everyone settled back down, the teacher took roll. When he reached the end, he asked, “is there anyone here whom I haven’t called?”

The boy, who’d made fun of the other student, raised his hand. The teacher looked for his name and then skimmed his next periods roll. “You’re in here sixth period, son. I suggest you come back then.” Everyone started laughing at him now. Olivia closed her eyes in disgust.

These were supposed to be her peers?

When class finally started the teacher had everyone fill out note cards with their schedules on them. The teachers had them do this in every class. This was their subtle attempt to get the brain-deads to read their schedules. Too bad it was too subtle.

Olivia snapped out of dazed attentiveness when the bell rang. Finally, last class, and it was English.

Olivia actually liked English, but she seemed to be in the minority.she would have to put up with even more groaning and whining. She had just settled into a seat in the back when the bell rang. As the teacher closed the door, a foot jammed it. She opened the door to allow the student to slip in, and Olivia found herself once again staring at Ben brown.

“Sorry for being late, I’m new and still trying to learn the layout.” He said a little breathlessly.

“All right, you get a pass and welcome to eastern Snyder. Now take a seat.” The teacher told him.

He scanned the class, and his eyes lit up when he saw Olivia. He started back toward her.

Zoe Stamp, otherwise known as Hoey, shot up from her seat on the other side of the room and waved to him. “Ben, come sit by me!”

He smiled at Zoe but shook his head. He continued making his way back toward Olivia. Olivia’s eyes widened. She couldn’t believe that he was choosing her over the perky cheerleader. Zoe was the most popular girl in their grade. She threw the best parties, wore the best clothes, had a brand new BMW, and as her nickname suggested, wasn’t afraid to ‘show’ her love. She was the reigning queen of the populars, and she was a cruel queen. She ruled the schools upper crust with an iron fist, which she wasn’t afraid to sock someone with if they pissed her off in any way, shape or form.

Olivia hated her with all of her dysfunctional being, but she also accepted the fact that Zoe was queen. No one would deny her anything, except for Ben it would seem.

Olivia could only stare as he sat down beside her. The entire class had fallen into a stunned silence at Ben’s choice.

Zoe’s mouth actually gaped.

Taking advantage of the unexpected hush, the teacher began class. She handed out note cards and gave the instructions everyone had heard all day. They were to fill them out with their names, schedules, extracurricular activities and anything else regarding school. Ben leaned over. “Hey, do you have a pen I could borrow?”

Olivia dug through her bag and handed him one. “Thankyou.” He said. He sneaked a peek at her note card. Her information barely filled two lines. “Kind of bare isn’t it?”

“I like being mysterious.”

He chuckled and began filling out his note card. Olivia tried to steal a glance at it, but couldn’t read a thing. His hand writing was really small, like micro-miniature.

She wondered if he used a magnifying glass to read his study notes.

Some snickering from the front drew her attention. Zoe and her gaggle were whispering to each other and were glancing back at them. Olivia’s face became rigid.

“Seems we are drawing some attention,” Ben said. He hadn’t looked up from his microscopic writing. Maybe he had freakishly good eye sight?

Olivia slid down in her chair to make herself less visible. “I wouldn’t say ‘we’. Normally, they don’t spare me a second glance.”

“You’re lucky. I had the misfortune of chatting with Zoe and her friends during lunch. I could feel my IQ dropping from osmosis.” The comment earned a grin from her.

“A teacher once told Zoe that her homework was a day late, and she turned around and asked the teacher when was it due? The teacher just looked at her, and Zoe got offended.”

“I hope the teacher marked her off two days late.”

“Why does everyone like her?”

“Because they’re too frightened not to.”

“That actually makes sense.”

“Do you have a question Ben?” The teacher asked suddenly, peering at the two of them in the back. Olivia was caught off-guard by the sudden attention and quickly tried to hide her guilt by bending down as if to pick us something.

“Erm, no ma’am.” He said, his cheeks turning pink.

“Okay, raise your hand when you do.”

“Yes ma’am.” He glanced over with a glare at Olivia. She bit the inside of her cheeks to hold back her grin.

As she settled back in her seat, he whispered out the corner of his mouth, “it’s my first day, and you’re already getting me into trouble.”

When the last bell rang, Zoe came over and took Ben against his will.