St.Luke's

A/N: okay so I lied. I updated so that 1) I wouldn’t forget and 2) damnit I wanna know what you think!!! Enjoy and prepare to be astounded.


“Willow!” a voice shouted.

“Hmm.” sixteen year old Willow Spatz bolted awake inside of the airline jet.

“God Will, you were literally passed out.” Willow turned to see her nineteen year old sister Sammy, who was staring at her in a concerned way. “You okay? I mean you slept the entire flight but dang.” she drawled in her Texas accent.

“No I’m fine.” she mumbled brushing a straight piece of blonde hair out of her face. “I had the weirdest dream.” and the throbbing in between her legs was rather uncomfortable, but she didn’t say anything.

“Hey, how about you tell me on the ride over.” Sammy was getting up and pulling at a bag in the over head compartment. “We gots to go chicka.”

She hated the way her sister always called her ‘chicka’, but she had enough to deal with. She could just use her other name, Will. Then something hit her.

“Ride over where?” Willow was confused and really tired. She felt like going back to her little dream and finishing her life there.

“St. Luke’s numb skull.” Sammy chided, it was obvious she was tired. “Lets go. Mom and Dad are waiting.” she was already halfway off the plane before Willow even got up off her seat, shaking legs and all. She got her bag out of the overhead compartment, and trudged after her beloved sister.

They departed from the plane and went to the car rental counter. ‘Damn there are too many people here.’ she thought glaring at a guy who had just shoved past her. ‘Isn’t this a fire hazard or something?’ she glared at the people as the shoved her around and pushed past her. She was horny, aggravated and not in the mood to deal with these people. At the car rental counter an old balding man was flalling his arms around and speaking through gritted teeth.

“Dad?” she asked approaching him very carefully. He didn’t hear her and kept flalling and gritting his slightly stained teeth. “Dad.” she said a little louder.

The old man stopped his verbal assault on the attendant and smiled at his daughter “Hey there sleepy head, how was that comma?” the attendant looked relieved to have a break in the assault.

Willow couldn’t hold back she wrapped her arms around the cranky old fart and squeezed. “I love you dad.”

Slightly taken aback by this turn of affection he asked “I thought you hated me for sending you to St. Luke’s?”

“No dad.” she said letting go “I could never hate you.”

“Come on you two.” Mrs. Spatz chided. She had gotten a pair of keys from the attendant and was thanking her in a rude manor. “We’ll be late for orientation if you two don’t get to going.” they followed the plump woman out to the rental car, which turned out to be a Honda Civic. All the way to the school her parents kept speaking in low murmurs and glancing back at the two daughters.

“What are you two muttering about?” Willow was terrified of the answer but accepted her parents answer.

“Nothing that concerns you.” her mother clipped.

Willow knew better. If her dream was accurate then it was the law they were discussing. Damn them.

After a little silence the familiar bickering between Sammy and Mrs. Spatz came into play. All about how Sammy was wasting her life on her fiancée and that she should be looking for a career instead of a man to take care of her. They stopped fighting only when they came to a hault and Mr. Spatz threatened to make them walk if they didn’t shut up.

They finally came to the school an hour later. “Here we are.” Mrs. Spatz said in a sing song voice.

The gardens were just as her dream had so accurately portrayed. The beautiful flowers and trees cast elongating shadows across the grass and side walks.

“At least they keep the landscape beautiful.” her father commented.

“Yes they do do a nice job don’t they?” Sammy said gazing longingly at the huge climbing trees, and the main fountain.

They went inside the huge building where there where greeters and tour guides. At first her parents tried to lead the way but got lost. Willow kept trying to do things her way but they ended up asking someone for the orientation check in.

Willow turned a corner sharply to get away from her bickering parents and ran headlong into a familiar pair of arms. Strong and helpful, they kept her from falling.

“Sorry.” she looked up and made eye contact with a pair of mischievous blue eyes. The guy smiled charmingly back at her. His hands were rubbing a little extra on her back. It wasn’t unpleasant, but in her current state Willow couldn’t handle any sexual attraction.

“No problem. Run into me anytime sweetheart.” he smiled devilishly and she could feel heat rushing to her cheeks.

“Umm, could you let go?” she asked timidly motioning to his hands around her waist.

His hands lingered a second before he let her go. “I’m James Sasser.” he said still grinning.

“Hi. I’m Willow Spatz.” she offered her hand for him to shake. He took her hand but did not shake it. He pulled it gently to his lips and kissed it. Willow heard her parents coming and took her hand back. He looked at her a moment before he saw her parents over her shoulder.

“Who’s your friend Will?” her mother asked sweetly.

“This is James. He’s going to show us where we should have ended up.” she glared at her parents while she put the emphasis on ‘should’. They followed the two and walked and talked.

“So what level are you in?” James asked.

“Three.”

“Really? I thought you might be a level one.”

“Yeah well.” she shrugged. “I guess it is kind of weird that my parents are sending me here in the middle of high school.” she admitted.

“Where are you from?” James asked.

“Dallas.”

“Cool. Do you like it here?”

“Yeah the airport and the ride over gave a lot of foresight into what Montana is like.”

He chuckled warmly. “I like a sense of humor.” he winked at her.

“Hey me too.” they chuckled and walked on. She raised an eyebrow and grinned at him.

James showed them to the orientation gathering and told Willow he would see her later. The girl who was handing out schedules was really pale and kind of sick looking. Her name tag said Lily on it and she was about as happy to be doing this as someone would be to have a root canal. Her ripped and paint stained jeans were some indication and the fact that she was having a hard time tracking down a guide. She kept insisting that they needed a guide or they would get lost.

“We’ll find everything don’t worry.” Willow had tried so many times to say.

“Can you find the library?” this Lily was really getting annoyed at not being able to quickly find a guide and being interrupted was not her favorite thing in the world. “If you can find the library you can find anything.” she was being a hostile bitch in Willow’s personal opinion.

“Upstairs fifth corridor on the left,” she paused thinking “Eighth door on the right.” she grinned at the reaction.

The girl’s mouth dropped. “Whatever.” she recovered rolling her eyes. “Ali, come here.” she called over the noise to some one, as if just seeing them. She waved hugely to get her attention. “Ali will be your tour guide.”

“Wonderful,” Willow muttered still looking at her schedule then at the map. She already knew the school well enough to be a guide, but it never hurt to make sure her dream was right. It was the exact same as the one in her offhandedly elaborate dream. “Now all I need is…” she looked up expecting to see a girl, but was met by chocolate brown eyes staring at her from a tanned face. She nearly fainted. All of her dream rushed at her at once. “Alex?” she yipped surprised and slightly panicky.

“How did you guess?” he smiled and looked down at her.

“Luck?” she said meaning for it to sound more like a statement than a question. She really needed a cold shower and maybe another day to recover from the shock of seeing his face as real and as solid as in her insanely accurate dream. She literally had to use all her strength not to touch his face, let alone pounce on him. She wanted to run her hands through his thick black curls and kiss his lips. She could hear him moaning her name and snapped out of it. She was practically drooling.

“Yeah that happens.” he stopped and looked over her head, which wasn’t hard. “Aaron, come on we have another tour.”

From the crowd emerged a macho, rugged, tough looking guy that was only four or five inches taller than her. “What?” he joined their little group and talked to Alex. He didn’t notice Willow. “Again? Didn’t we just do this?” he took notice of Willow finally. He looked her up and down, admiring her jeans and t-shirt look. “Hello.” he said deeply. “I am. . .”

“Aaron Wilson?” she asked, this was getting crazy. Her heart was going to bust if she didn’t get away from them fast. The dream was coming back to haunt her. When he reached to shake hands she merely smiled at him. Any contact would have put her into over drive and quiet possibly a meltdown.

“How did you…” he took hold of her hand and kissed it. Hewas ginning at her in a nervous manner.

Willow could have slapped him and she would have but her she knew from the way Alex was looking at him, Aaron would back off. “Lucky guess.” she smiled at the confused look on his face. She could feel heat in her cheeks. “Are we going to start the tour?” she asked in what she thought was a cheerful voice “Or are you two just going to marvel at my notorious guessing skills?” she smiled out of nervous habit.

“So . . .” Alex was the first to move. Aaron stood dumbfounded, he wasn’t sure what to make of the level three. “On we go to explore the dimensions of the elaborately constructed home for the next few years.” he placed his arm causally around her shoulder. The contact made her jump slightly but for the most part she wanted to pounce on him.

Willow followed. They found everything and had a few unexcused interruptions. Most of them were quick conversations about were the dorms were. They were astounded to find out that she was a level three and not a level one.

“Alex.” someone called when they were about to head into the library. The trio turned and saw a bleach blonde girl running toward them. Willow had to restrain her self from beating her to a pulp as she jumped into Alex. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she threw her arms around his neck. Kissing him passionately she ignored Aaron and Willow.

“Alex.” she said after a moment of tongue war “Let Wilson finish the tour. You and I could go and have a little pre-year fun?”

Willow was biting her lip so hard she was beginning to bleed . She reminded herself that it was just a dream and that there was no relationship between them, yet.

“Imani, didn’t we break up last year?” he asked in a rhetorical tone. “I thought we were over this.”

Willow was restraining herself with great difficulty. Aaron put a hand on her shoulder and said “Come on, they need some time.”

She brushed his hand off “No way is she getting away with this.”

Aaron gave her a look as if to say “Who are you to talk?”, but she ignored him completely. She stalked over to the couple in time to hear Imani.

“But Alex,” Imani was pleading, begging him to take her back “you know you’ll miss the sex.”

“Hey bitch.” Willow was only five four, but she had been in one or two brawls. Her blonde hair shimmered with anger and the ends seemed to have sharpened themselves. It appeared as though her hair might cut through your skin if it glazed your hand. “Didn’t you just hear what he said?” all of her dream anger was fueling this little escapade and her reason had run out long ago.

“So?” Imani wasn’t making it any easier to like her. She untangled herself from the Puerto Rican and stood with her hands on her hips. She cocked her head to the side and said “This isn’t any of your fucking business, child.” she spat the last part out “Run along now.” she sneered at her and Willow snapped.

“Alright, that’s it.” she lunged and caught Imani right in the cheek with a left punch. Imani went down in a huff and stayed there. She groaned and spat a few flecks of blood. Willow was seething . She looked up at the two boys. Both stared wide eyed and mouth open at her. She turned all the shades of red, and said “What? Can’t a girl be a little violent?”

“Yeah but she’s bigger than you.” Aaron said looking briefly at Imani and then back to Willow.

“So what else is new?” she laughed when she saw both boys grin at each other. “The entire world is bigger than I am, I need to know how to protect myself,” she grinned at Alex “and others.”

“What’s going on here?” a cold voice said from behind her.

Alex and Aaron bowed deep at the sound of the headmaster’s voice. Willow was dreading turning around to see the man, but you would be too if he raped you. . . In your dreams? Willow was beginning to doubt her sanity at this point. She was also debating on telling him that he could go fuck himself.

“You,” he bellowed “Girl. Turn so that you face me.”

Willow didn’t want to, but she wanted to stay and figure this dream crap out. She turned slowly, antagonizingly slow. She looked up into the dark eyes of the headmaster from her freakish nightmare/dream. She had the urge to kick him and run away screaming that he was a rapist. She didn’t though. She bowed and resisted the urge to rub her hand across her stomach.

“Identify yourself.” he sneered.

Willow stood upright and drew her shoulders back. She tilted her chin defiantly and looked him right in the eyes. “Willow Marie Spatz, Straight Virgin Texan Cowgirl, Dancer, Singer, Writer, Black Belt, and Former Cheerleader. Current resident of St. Luke’s School for the Exceptionally Gifted and Talented. Level Three of” she glanced down at her schedule like she couldn’t remember. “Dorm Aqua.” she announced proudly and choked on the laughter bubbling to the surface at his face.

It was a mix of surprise and anger. The headmaster could not decide if he wanted to be impressed or offended or even joyous that someone new had just had the balls to stand up to him. He was stunned and speechless, no one in the five years that Aaron and Alex had been there, had the head master ever been speechless. So he glared at her defiant face.

“Are we excused Jason?” she asked casually. Then mentally smacked herself for using his first name, surely that was offensive in this damned school.

The skin on skin contact rang out in the hall. Willow raised her hand to the heated skin on her face. She had never been slapped, in this reality. “Yes,” he said glaring at her “yes. Carry on then.” he turned and walked back down the hall not glancing back to see if Imani was alright.

Willow stood there, mouth agape and stunned. She wasn’t sure what to think. Mostly she wanted to castrate the bastard, then get rid of the ache between her legs.

“How did you do that?” Aaron was the first to speak after the headmaster had left them.

“What?” she asked.

“Don’t pull that shit. You just made Wise speechless.” Alex and Aaron were gaping at her.

“He slapped me if you two didn’t notice.” she growled.
“Yeah well he does that.” Aaron said as if it were no big deal.

“Why did you attack Imani?” Alex asked suddenly as if the headmaster hadn’t just been there. As if Willow hadn’t just been blown away by the headmaster.

“Didn’t we go through this already?” she was tired and needed a shower, a really cold shower.

“I can protect myself.” Alex said cocking his head to the side, as if trying to read her.

“Yeah, but you can’t hit girls.” Willow was partially enjoying her first day. “Since I am a girl I decided to rescue you. You owe me.” she sauntered away into the library.

“Remind me,” Alex said as she walked away “To never make her mad.”

“I don’t think you’re going to forget this.” Aaron said staring after her.

“Do you think she’d be good in the game?”

“Yeah,” Aaron was grinning at the thought “yeah I do.”

They followed her in and found her in the erotica section. “Since when do school libraries carry literotica?” she asked setting a few books aside.

“Since forever, we’re an open kind of school you know.” Aaron said gazing at the shelves. He grabbed one book and handed it to her “You might like this one.”

Taking the book Willow turned it over. She almost dropped it. The story line was the same as her dream, character names, places, times, it was all the same. She looked up at Alex and Aaron. They grinned at her and she smiled nervously back.

“Let the games begin.” she purred.

A/N: and did you guess that ending?? Huh huh did you? Hit the review button and tell me what you think. Cause right now I am thinking about a sequel but I might not. Wouldn’t that be wicked if I continued on? Muhuhahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!