Breaking The Surface

4.Mallory's and Kevin's

Day 1.

I awkwardly stretched as I sensed a slight cramp in my shoulder. It was 6:50 am when I woke up and 7:15 am by the time I pulled on my lone pair of Levis with a fitted Amazon print t-shirt that ended right where my jeans started.  My hair was wet and stringy when I entered the kitchen to fix us some tea. Tracy was already in there making us pancakes. She had on black tights with a faded Aero top.

“Morning.”, I murmured as I sipped at my masala chai. She served up the pancakes and drizzled honey over them.

“Hmm.”, she groaned in response, relishing the warmth of the tea. She had already wolfed down a banana and two pancakes.

“Who’s driving?”, I asked.

“Josh.”, she said.

“Oh, okay then.”, I said.

Less than a minute later the bell rang and Tracy opened the door. Josh stood there in jeans and a pretty fitted white top. He was playing at all his strengths with his look and he knew it and from the looks of it, so did Tracy.

“School then, sleepyheads? We’ve got like half an hour at hand.”, he suggested.

We silently trudged after him as we all exchanged the i-hate-Mondays look.

Josh’s car looked a lot  more clean as cpompared to its condition from the previous days fiesta. We piled in and listened to to some 5SOS and Metallica till we reached school. Josh parked like a fish and I was rubbing my head as I stepped out of his car.

“Sorry about that.”, he said sheepishly as Tracy and I glared at him. Trace mumbled something under her breath about men being the ones who couldn't drive as we followed her .

There it stood in its 183 years of tradition and glory, the educational institution which provided its service to the elite (considering that they were the only ones granted admission and could afford the exhorbitant fees). Their alumni included respectable politicians, industrialists, actors, designers and other revered and influential individuals. They hadn’t left any sphere untouched and somehow I was going to spend the next 3 years of my life within its walls. The Mallory And John Thompson Institute of Fine Learning.

‘None of what happened day before. This is serious business. This decides how the rest of your life will be. You cannot be silly enough to screw this up. You’re lucky to be alive and to get the chance to go here. Make the most of it.’ And other such thoughts clouded Bianca’s mind as she walked into school. She smiled at familiar faces from the party. The people who stayed on campus were dressed far more casually than people who lived out and around. For some strange reason a lot of the seniors had on shades on although it was seven fifty in the morning.

“What’s up with the seniors?”, I asked the all-knowing Tracy.

“Nothing great. Just one of Trent’s parties, y’know, the usual.”, she shrugged. She noticed my confused face and hid her smile.

“Remember how the sun affected your hungover butt yesterday?”,she continued. I put the pieces together as I looked away, purposely avoiding her grin. She had gotten slodhed too! That’s when the Sex-God I partially recognised returned. I didn’t know why the angelic boy clad in jeans and a grey shirt similar to Josh’s was headed toward us or why I felt like I met him before.

“Hey man!”, Josh said cheerily as they did the man-hug-fist-bro-coolness thing that guys just seem to know how to do and have it all figured out that which one is meant for which occasion. Tracy looked at them the way biologists study pathogens through a microscope and I laughed. She settled back into her carefree smile as the guys gave us strange looks.