Nysa Wadworth figured she was simply a little crazy.
At least that's what her nasty ex said about her after Nysa decided to dump her with a measly phone call while she was on holiday.
The Wadworth's also seemed to agree. Her older brother, Nikhil...
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Nysa couldn't help but keep her window open as she drove from Forks High School to La Push High on that next Monday.
The rain was like droplets falling inside her mind, symphonies as they fell from the sky at every surface on the earth. That's the way she loved it. No music playing, left arm leaning against the trim of the window, it was calming.
It was hard to see anything, really. The rain was so thick that the roads were slicker than usual, making it hard to drive and the window wipers were working harder than they ever had. But, Nysa couldn't care in the slightest. The sound was almost numbing to her, washing away all the stress of the past weekend. Everything that Nani had told her, all of the commitments she had made, it was a lot for her to take in at one go.
What had shaken Nysa the most, was the spell books that Nani had showed her. She glanced to her passenger seat where her backpack sat. Alongside it sat two books, the first was The Witches of Eastwick which she did actually find it in the La Push library. When she picked it up this morning, she couldn't help but laugh at the irony. The other book was one of Nani's, well Anusuya's technically, it was the first spell book that Nani had leant from, filled with all the basics. She had called it the Oath of the Moon. Nysa had been too nervous to open it yet but had been determined to bring it everywhere with her, just in case.
When she pulled up to the school, she was a little late with how slow she had to drive. Shoving both books into her bag, she pulled up the hood of her raincoat and dashed inside. She knew exactly where she was going, thankfully. The corridors were still packed which surprised her so, she took her time walking over to the Arts section of the ground floor.
The classroom was only half full. Nysa noticed the two people in front of her hang up their raincoats on a long line of hooks, which she copied quickly. She was used to being the new girl at this point, walking over to the teacher with more confidence than she would have last week.
Miss Ambrosone was a small, older woman, far shorter than a lot of the students. Her brown hair was tied up into a bun and her almond eyes were kind, as she saw Nysa approach her.
"Ah, you must be Miss Wadworth," she said, lifting her glasses back to her head after glancing at her updated register. "Mr Frost has told me about you. I'm honoured to hear your enthusiasm in my subject. I'm very much looking forward to having you in my class this year."
Nysa couldn't help but smile at her, nodding her head. "Thank you. I'm looking forward to your class. I appreciate you taking me on despite not being a student here."
"Ah, nonsense. You're my student and that's what matters," she said and Nysa chuckled. "Now, why don't you take a seat. Class will begin in 5 minutes."
Nysa sat by an empty desk. There was no-one next to her, nor was it marked like the other desks seemed to be. She preferred it this way, dealing with things alone.
She was busy unpacking her things and didn't look up until a pile of photographs were tossed over her books and pens. With eyebrows furrowed, she saw that they were all blotched with dark spots, not a single one had a clear image.
Nysa looked up, shocked. She hadn't even heard someone approach her. When she did, though, it all made sense. Standing on the other side of her desk, a seemingly permanent scowl on her face, was that pretty girl she walked in on in the dark room.
"This is your fault," she said curtly, her arms were crossed over her chest as if her fingers were practically itching to reach over and punch Nysa right in the face.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Nysa frowned. She actually did feel bad, it was her fault, she was stupid and didn't check what room she was walking into. She picked up one of the pictures. It looked like someone familiar but the blur was right on their face. She inspected the others further, they all looked like familiar members. Nysa tried not the grimace.
"Sorry doesn't do shit for me. They're ruined because of you," she said. Her scowl looked deadly at this point.
"Are you sure? This might just add another artistic layer to it," Nysa laughed awkwardly. She was never the one at the root of the confrontation, she was the fiery one, never it being the other way around.
"Yeah, right," the girl said, rolling her eyes, clearly not amused by anything Nysa was saying.
It was then when Nysa really looked at her. She really was beautiful. There was something about that made Nysa think that she's never quite seen a woman like her before. Her skin was literally flawless, smooth in its copper colour with lashes long and luscious. Despite the fact that Nysa was sitting down, she was towering over her with lean legs and torso.
"Well, maybe I owe you then," Nysa said, the corner of her mouth twitching as she looked up at the girl, leaning forwards onto the desk. She knew it was a bit of a risky move but Nysa just couldn't help herself.
The girl only scoffed, clearly picking up on Nysa's tone but having none of it, crossing her arms tighter over her chest. But, Nysa didn't miss that same lingering glance that she gave her.
"Miss Clearwater, to your desk please," came Miss Ambrosone's voice. Nysa glanced around to look at the teacher who was leaning against her own desk, looking at the pair with her eyebrow raised.
"Miss Clearwater, huh?" Nysa teased, smirking at the girl, hoping to get her a little flustered.
"Wipe that smirk off your face, newbie," she tutted, eyes narrowing down at Nysa.
"Hello?" again, said Miss Ambrosone.
And with that, she gathered her photographs and stormed off.
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