Hey guys! I'm trying to make sure i update this story more often! but i have a feeling that it isn't going to work out (cuz i get distracted so much!) so i promise you just this chapter before the dreaded 2 weeks of exam torture that's looming ahead! :(

IMPORTANT A/N: I was randomly brainstorming and my whole plot for this story changed so I have to change the title (sorry guyz)

NEW TITLE: Fate

On a happier note I UPDATED and it didn't take me years! i am SO proud of myself! Thanks for your reviewz guyz they are all so nice! You guyz keep this story going! I love u all!


Everyone turned to look at Chris as she banged her head on the desk.

"Miss. Hartford, is there a problem?" Mrs. Thorne asked, trying to keep her tone polite.

"No, I was just...feeling dizzy, so I banged my head on the desk to...to get the blood moving," Chris lied, lamely. Damn, she had to come up with better excuses!

"Right," she said her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Anyway this is the new pupil, Alex Rider."

Charity immediately started sucking up, "I can show him around if you like Mrs. Thorne. It would be no problem."

"Thank you Charity," she said, "but I don't think you will be able to keep up with the work of helping Mr. Rider catch up as well, he has been ill recently and has missed a lot of school work, and considering that you cannot keep up with your own homework I doubt you would help Mr. Rider much."

Aly winked at Chris and they both exchanged a smirk, as Charity turned beet red.

"Do you actually know anyone from this school, Alex?"

Chris let her hair fall in front of her face like a curtain as she looked the other way, hoping he hadn't noticed.

Alex had noticed how she was trying to hide behind her hair. Oh, this is gonna be fun!

"Hey Chris!"

"Damn it!" she muttered, "of course he noticed, he's a bloody spy!"

"Miss Hartford?" Mrs. Thorne asked questioningly.

"Yes," Alex muttered, smiling.

Christina swore there were some hints of evilness in that boy, but why did he have to look so damn hot when he smiled!

"Well this is very good news. Miss Hartford, although very irresponsible and careless," the teacher said, snottily, as Chris grimaced, "is very talented academically and I am sure she will help you catch up Alex. It is even better that you are acquainted with her. Let's just hope her tardiness doesn't rub off on you! Why don't you take that spare seat next to her."

All the girls, except Aly (who gave her a 'thumbs up' sign), sent her glares filled with jealousy as Alex made his way to the seat next to her. She shifted lower into her seat, she never did handle attention well.

As Mrs. Thorne began revising simultaneous equations with them Chris started the conversation.

"What are you doing here?!" she hissed.

"MI6 got me transferred, apparently the girl we have to befriend is coming to this school and it will also help me catch up on work while I was 'ill', this school has excellent GCSE results," Alex said, grinning at her. "Why, aren't you glad to see me?"

Chris huffed and decided to ignore the question, "I think MI6 just want me on this mission so you don't get lonely, not because they'll make me and my aunt homeless."

"And don't forget jobless."

"Thanks for reminding me!" she said sarcastically. " But seriously, aren't spies like really fit and athletic."

"Yeah, I guess."

"Well, I'm not. I don't even like sports. Every year on sports day, I have a mysterious ankle injury!"

Alex shook his head and he tried not to laugh.

"See, this completely explains my theory of how MI6 just don't want you to get lonely!"

"Aren't you smart?"

"Well...," Chris started embarrassed, she had natural modesty, "I can form coherent sentences, now and again."

"Exactly, they want you to help me so you can be the brains part of our team."

Chris dismissed his point, "Besides, don't you have to run away loads."

"Yup, loads," he exaggerated.

"I can't run to save my life, or anybody else's for that matter! And do you have to be like, really sneaky?"

He nodded.

"I don't do sneaky. I'm sure I'll trip over something. Did I mention that when I'm nervous I have balancing and co-ordination problems!" she rambled.

"Calm down," Alex whispered, "I'll do all the running and sneaking."

"Really?" she breathed.

He had to smile at the look of relief on her face.

"Mr. Rider, if you wish to take your GCSE's and pass with satisfactory grades I suggest you stop listening to Christina's chatter and start paying attention," Mrs. Thorne snapped. "Miss. Hartford, if you think you can talk in my lesson because you know the answer I suggest you work this equation out."

Chris glanced up at the board.

"Ummm...x equals 1.5 and y equals 2."

The teacher made a sort of strangled noise in her throat.

"Does that mean 'that's correct'?" Chris asked hopefully.

"Do not give me attitude Christina, and yes, that was the correct answer. But I suspect that was a lucky guess."

Chris couldn't help the smile that broke out on her face. Today was the best day she had ever had with this evil teacher. Two compliments in a day!

Mrs. Thorne went back to helping the others with some of the harder equations and gave the ones that could do them questions out of the textbook.

"Why does she hate you so much? She doesn't treat everyone else the way she treats you," Alex asked.

Chris grinned, "My mum ran over her cat."

"What? No way!?" he asked, disbelievingly. She was obviously joking.

"Mrs. Thorne's a cat person and my mum ran over Mr. Snookypuff."

"You call that a name?"

His expression was pained.

"I know what you mean! She used to love me because I liked maths when I first came, but ever since that 'incident', she hates me!"

"You don't look too upset," he smiled.

"I'm not, I never liked her anyway and besides we would've never got along, I'm a dog person."


A few days later

Christina stuffed her books in her untidy locker trying, unsuccessfully, to wedge all her books in without creating an avalanche.

"Damn! The bloody thing won't fit in!" she snarled, as she wrestled with her science textbook.

"Chris!" Aly's voice called out.

She turned her head, to watch Aly sprinting in her direction, panting heavily.

"You'll never believe what's just happened," she panted, trying to take in huge gulps of air.

"What's wrong?" she asked, unconcernedly. Going back to waging 'locker war'.

It was probably some random gossip.

"James has been suspended."

"What!?"

The avalanche of books came tumbling into her arms, knocking her to the ground. Many heavy items landing painfully on her head.

"Ow," she winced, rubbing her head.

Aly tried to suppress a smile, while bending to help her up.

"I don't think I heard you properly." Chris said, "did you just say James has been suspended?"

"Yes," she nodded sadly.

"But how?" she was bewildered.

"They found him in possession of drugs."

Chris shook her head, "Impossible," she breathed. "He acted stupid, but he wouldn't..."

"They don't have solid proof, that's why he's only been suspended. If they were sure, they would have expelled him for sure."

"How did you find out?"

"Principal asked for me, took me out of lessons."

"Why?"

"'Cause we're his mates," she said, "he wants to see you now."

"Oh."

They both picked up the rest of her fallen items in silence, Chris was still in shock.

James wasn't dumb, he knew what would happen if he took drugs.

But was he so affected by his parents that he would take them.

Depression could lead you to do terrible things.

Even she had considered this at times.

She wasn't too cowardly to admit it, but she was too scared to try.

That cowardliness had saved her life at those times.

Her mother's accident had even steered her towards suicide.

It was in the dead of the night when she had these dark thoughts rushing through her head, but was always reminded of the people who cared.

Her aunt, Chris was her only niece, her only family. Could she be so cruel as to take that away from her?

Aly, they'd been such good friends for so long. Chris knew Aly would miss her terribly if she had gone.

James, he acted all tough but she knew that he cared for her too. They were never involved romantically, but Chris wondered at night whether she should've tried to make the first move. Even if they didn't work out.

But there was one face that kept haunting her thoughts.

Alex.

She didn't know why. He didn't know her at all, she wasn't even sure if she liked him. Were they friends or merely acquaintances?

Aly had told her some guys found her attractive because she played hard to get.

Was she playing hard to get with Alex?

It wasn't deliberate, she hadn't realised. Was she giving him the wrong intentions?

Would she care if Alex preferred her over everyone else?

The answer to that question was very clear.

Yes.

There was something about him that really captivated her. She wanted to know everything about him, how could he cope working for MI6, who was his guardian, what did he like to do in his spare time?

But she also wanted him to dismiss every other girl and have him all to himself.

I mean who wouldn't. This is Alex Rider we're talking about.

She immediately fely guilty, how could she be so selfish?

She realised she had been standing outside the principal's door for a good five minutes.

Knocking hesitantly, she waited.

"Come in," said a gruff voice.

She entered.

Principal Harry Davis was more commonly known as 'the giant teddy bear', the reason being was that he stood at six feet tall and was quite wide.

Ignoring the frightening qualities of towering over innocent bystanders, he had the most amazingly fair and kind personality. Basically a very large Dumbledore.

"Ahhh...Miss. Hartford, do take a seat."

She sat down.

"So, I expect you heard the unfortunate discovery of Mr. Blake being in possession of drugs."

She nodded.

"I know you're a sensible girl, but you were friends with James. Do you know why he would...?" he trailed off, but the meaning was clear.

Chris shifted uncomfortably in her seat, "James has been...he's been having problems."

Would James want her to tell his personal life to someone else?

He nodded in understanding, "You don't have to say anything that makes you uncomfortable."

She smiled in gratitude.

"Moving on, have you seen Mr. Blake take these drugs or did you know about it?"

"No," she replied truthfully.

He seemed to regard her for a moment, his twinkling blue eyes seemed to pierce through her soul.

"How are you Christina?"

The question was unexpected.

"I'm fine, thank you."

"You may go," he sighed, "I'm sorry for your loss, give your family members my condolences."

She got up to leave, just as she was about to open the door she stopped and turned around.

"James may be a handful but he's not stupid, he wouldn't have taken the drugs even if he was under pressure to do so, he's got a strong character. I've known him for a long time, sir, and I know he would've told me about this. He's being set up."

He nodded gravely, never had she seen him so serious.

"Thank you Christina, take care of yourself child."

She cracked a small smile as she exited.

There she found a small crowd waiting for her.

Charity stepped forward.

"Well, have you found out any news about your boyfriend?" she sneered.

"He's not my boyfriend!"

"You're not having a good week are you?" Charity called spitefully behind her as Chris started to walk off, angry tears welling up in her eyes. "Your boyfriend's left you and so has your mother, no one cares for you Hartford!"

The dam of tears Chris had locked away were threatening to explode. Charity had brought up what she always believed, no one cared for her.

Just hearing about her mother was slowly crumbling the wall she had put up, to try to act normal.

The sorrow was blinding her as she ran to escape her own mind.


WOW! That was a lot of writing! I'm making up for not updating for a while and for the fact that I probably won't update for a while.

Did you like it?! Review guyz!

Don't forget the story's title is going to be changed to Fate.

I promise to update when I have time but it's probably gonna be in a few weeks as I have exams for the next 3 weeks.

Hope you liked this chapter!

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