Skylar walked out of World History, lost in her thoughts. Until she felt somebody tug roughly on her school bag.
“Hey, smart aleck, get over here.”
'Smart-aleck,' Skylar thought with mild amusement. 'That’s a new one.'
She turned around to face Sabrina Harrow. She was with the two girls that were laughing about her earlier. Now that Skylar looked at the 2 of them, she realized that they both looked almost identical. Twins. Both of them had blue eyes, light skin, and brown hair. The black-haired teen had a hunch that they were Scottish, but Skylar wasn’t one to jump to conclusions too quickly, unlike her father.
“Can I help you with something?” Skylar asked in a bored voice to Sabrina.
“Surprisingly, yes,” the Egyptian girl said, her tone radiating with the sass of someone who was used to being obeyed. “You need to leave. Like, right now.”
Skylar raised an eyebrow, playing dumb. “What do you mean?”
“You know damn well what I mean,” Sabrina snarled at her. “Get out of here. Out of this school, out of this country. Maybe out of existence if you know what’s best for you.”
'Wow, wishing me dead, definitely haven’t heard that one before,' Skylar thought sarcastically.
“Look, it’s not my fault that you have the average IQ of a 3rd grader,” Skylar said calmly. “But if you don’t like me saying true facts, in history, mind you, then I recommend that you just ignore me and keep quiet. It would certainly spare me the pain of having to hear you ramble off invalid things.”
The girl on Sabrina’s left glared daggers at her.
“Listen here, freak,” she sneered at Skylar. “We get that you’re a know-it-all, but you don’t need to show it off by talking smart with us.”
“She was just defending herself,” the girl on Sabrina’s right said hesitantly. Sabrina gave her a warning look.
“I’m just saying,” the girl protested, glancing between Sabrina and the other girl who was her sister.
“Shut up, Evelyn,” her sister hissed at her. Evelyn glared back at her but fell silent.
Skylar watched this exchange silently, making mental notes of Sabrina and the sisters. But before she could say anything, Sabrina turned back to her, a thoughtful look in her eyes.
“I’ve got an idea,” she said.
“Is it a good one?” Skylar questioned.
Sabrina scowled. “Shut up. I want to know if you’re a fake or not.” She started to circle the detective’s daughter. “I want to know if you’re the actual daughter of Sherlock Holmes.”
“I’m flattered,” Skylar said dryly, impatient to get away from her. “What do you wish for me to do?”
“I want you to deduce everything about my life,” Sabrina challenged. “And theirs too if you can.” She gestured towards the twins.
Skylar glanced at the twins, and then back at Sabrina.
“You are Sabrina Harrow, age 17, daughter of Cynthia and Erik Harrow, and the heir to Harrow Industries, a rising oil company in Cairo Egypt.
Your parents hardly know you exist, because they are too busy always traveling around the world, leaving you here in Cornwall. You only bully other students because it gives you satisfaction and makes you think that you’re popular, which, let me tell you is not working well for you-”
“Enough,” Sabrina snarled, her hands clenched into fists. “What about them?”
“They’re Evelyn and Heather Raines,” Skylar said. “Both are 17 years old, Scottish, and the children of James and Alia Raines, who are the founders of Raines Incorporation, one of the biggest electric companies in Scotland, Europe, and is moving to the Americas.
Heather has always been in the spotlight and treats her sister, Evelyn, like dirt. Which, surprisingly made her the most decent out of the 3 of you.” Skylar gazed calmly at the trio. “Now, are you done wasting my time?”
Sabrina and Heather gaped at her in shock and annoyance, while Evelyn looked at her in awe.
The nicer Raines' sister gave a small nod to Skylar, and the detective’s daughter left them without another word.
The teenage male watched the interaction, his forest green eyes sparkling from his spot in the shadows.
He saw the charcoal-black haired girl walk away, leaving the three most popular girls of Blackwood in a state of shock.
It was quite amusing. And the rumors were true.
Skylar Holmes was here. Somebody who was finally equivalent in intelligence as him was at the same school that he was. The boy allowed himself a small smile.
This would be fun.