Demonaic

Chapter 3: My Roommate

I gasped, one because she was extremely beautiful- two, she was scary as fuck, the idea of having nice conversations and being friends was thrown out the door. She looked me up and down with her captivating eyes, she stopped for a second more at my lips, I wonder if she's going to say something? She walked gracefully across the room, I couldn't help but stare, there was just something about her, she probably thought I was a freak. 

She bent over to pick up her designer bag,

wow she has a nice a-

oh my god, what am I thinking?

She coughed, 

"You can stop staring now," she said coldly, even though she wasn't facing me,

"Oh- um I'm s-sorry I- uh didn't mean to-," I said before I was interrupted,

"Stop talking Blondie" she snapped, wow impolite much. I went to have a look in the bathroom and it was amazing, there was a bathtub and a shower, I looked into the mirror, I have straight sunflower blonde hair with gray eyes, I am medium height, nothing too special. Honestly, I didn't want to be on bad terms with this enchanting, scary girl, so I went over to introduce myself, 

"Well, I'm sorry about earlier, I just wanted to introduce myself, I'm Harper Browning, what's your name?" I say extra sweetly,

"Don't try to sweet-talk me, Browning, Morana Wraith here" she replied coldly, letting out a weird laugh. Her last name is actually Wraith? This bitch is scary as fuck. There was suddenly a knock on the door, 

"I'll get it," I said opening the door, going out straight away because I knew it was Kyrie,

Kyrie was grinning, 

"Eeeek whos your roommate?" she squealed,

"Morana Wraith, that bitch is scary," I said with a nervous laugh,

Kyrie stared at me, 

"WHAT? Really?!" Kyrie shouts astonished,

"What's wrong with her?" I ask as if I don't already know,

"She's so scary, and apparently her father and mother and she and her brother are part of some really powerful gang or shit," she whispered,

"Oh, well you don't know for sure though," I say before going back inside the room.

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𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐚'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

I was in the toilet brushing my hair and then I heard the door open. Must be my roommate. Roommates are stupid, I don't understand why I can't have my own room, or just share one with my brother. Anyways I open the door of the bathroom and I see a hot blonde girl, she whips her head around and stares at me, I know I'm hot and all but the MF doesn't have to stare. I look her up and down, stupid dumb blonde chick. I make my way across the room, I can feel her eyes on me. I bend over to pick up my bag and now I just know she's looking at my you know what. Would she just stop staring, 

"You can stop staring now," I say icily,

"Oh- um I'm s-sorry I- uh didn't mean to-," she apologizes, 

"Stop talking Blondie" I snap. 

I just know what she's going to do now, she'll come back and apologize again. All of them are the same. Stupid girl. I make her knees shake. I make everyone's knees shake. Alas, I was right, I'm ALWAYS right, she did come and apologies. and introduced herself. Dumb shit. I don't want to be her friend, and have cute conversations with her and talk about cute things and soak up each other's cuteness.

 I felt like laughing when she heard that my last name was Wraith, she looked like she would sink through the floor. She looked hot though. Wait no I didn't mean that. She's disgusting. Not hot. All girls like her are straight and have stupid boyfriends who are on the football team. Or not. I don't fucking care. 

Blondie came back into the room after having a chit-chat with her stupid friend, she was probably chatting about me. Definitely chatting about me actually.

 I am crazy rich and I get whatever the fuck I want, however, my life is anything but perfect. People make a lot of assumptions about me, some are true, some are really ridiculous, but they're still as crazy as what I actually am. Oh, and I don't have any friends, I am extremely popular because of my "intimidating" face and my so-called "beauty" and because I'm "mysterious" apparently, but my only friend is my brother, he's one year older than me, he's the only one who knows my true self, and occasionally my father.

 I feel bored, so I call my brother, he picks up,

"Ay wassup, Ana, who's your roommate," he said with a cheery  tone,

"It's this stupid blonde girl, her name's Harper Browning" I reply with disgust as i say her name,

"Aw sis, don't be like that, why do you have to hate everyone, anyways, is she hot?" he asks and even though I can't see his face, I know the little shit is smirking,

"No comment," I say and hang up. I don't care if she's hot or not.

Time flies by fast because it's dinner time and the bell rings. I make my way down to the dining hall and I am immediately hit with the smell of delicious gourmet food. I look up at the ceiling and there is an all too familiar huge golden chandelier, there are brilliant long red and gold tables with red and gold detailed velvet-soft chairs. 

I see my brother across the room so I strut across the hall and Aeron (My brother) smile's at me, 

"Hey, Az let's grab some food and sit down bro," I said, actually more like demanded but whatever,

"Nah, sorry man I'm going to go sit with my friends," he says cheerily, but hesitantly, did I hear him right? No one ever says NO to ME,

"Whatever, fuck you" I bark and storm away, I grab a bowl of saffron risotto and go up to my room and eat it. 

I moan at the taste of the risotto, and that was bad timing because then Blondie enters and she looks at me weird, I give her a hostile glance and she goes and sits on her bed. You know, it hurts that I have no friends, but who can I trust? Stupid Harper already has friends and she just came today and I have none at all. I can't trust anyone and that just a part of my problem, just makes me feel lonely. Actually, I'm probably too good for everyone, I mean, some has to have high standards, 

"A real leader does not show emotion," that's what my mother says.

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𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

Dinner is AMAZING, the dining hall is again, AMAZING. Never have I ever had such delicious food, it's the best I've ever had. I sat with Kyrie and her friends at dinner, they're all nice, most of them are typical boy-obsessed girls but I like them. I saw Morana standing next to a dude and giving him a smile, wow, she looks completely different when she smiles, she looks beautiful. The guy is the one who came in the same car as her, they both look quite similar. Are they dating? The guy suddenly says something and Morana gives him a murderous glare, if looks could kill, that guy would be dead on the floor right now. To my surprise, the guy doesn't seem fazed, he just looks at Morana walking away with an "I'm sorry" look in his eyes. 

I hug Kyrie and I go back up to my room where I hear someone moaning. What the fuck? I barge in and Morana gives me a very hostile glance, that makes me uncomfortable. I plop down on my soft bed and go to sleep, tomorrow's a weekend but early to bed and early to rise.