I cross my arms across my chest, a perplexed expression on my face.
"How does one 'accidentally' become a Mafia member?" I speak before looking up from my phone and gazing straight at Banks, I tuck a lock of my wavy hair behind my ear.
I don't want to look at Sorin because if I did, I'd have to admit that he's become more attractive in the last two years.
"It wasn't an accident, despite your naïve brother's assumption." When Sorin speaks, I raise an eyebrow at Banks, who is currently seated at the white desk on his boyfriend's -Alex's- lap.
"Are you not going to stand up for your brother?" Sorin inquires, his voice tinged with astonishment. In response, I shrugged my shoulders and promptly checked the time. Lights out is at 9:30 p.m., so I only have ten minutes until I can finally dive into my bed and sleep soundly.
"I'm not the same person you knew two years ago," I answer, "and why should I defend someone who didn't contact me during the most painful time of my life?"
The atmosphere in the room becomes tense, and I bite my bottom lip, leading Sorin to roll his eyes. Banks leaps from Alex's lap before grasping his hand and yanking Alex from his chair.
"It's time to leave; lights out is in ten minutes." Banks and Alex give me a polite smile before rapidly exiting the room. Leaving Sorin and me in a tense environment.
"Close your eyes," I say reaching for my pajamas at the foot of my bed. I quickly remove my t-shirt before throwing a white spaghetti strap top over my head, I remove my bra from underneath my t-shirt before tossing it onto the ground, and I start unbuttoning my grey jeans, which are quickly replaced with a pair of shorts.
I toss my clothing into the corner of the room's laundry bin. When I raise my head to face Sorin, I notice his blood-red cheeks.
"Pervert, you better not have been watching me un-change." Sorin coughs slightly before returning his focus to his phone whilst responding, "I wouldn't disrespect you like that." I roll my eyes.
I bite my lower lip as I stare down at my body, recognizing how see-through this tank top is. Maybe I shouldn't have worn white, I think to myself as I cross my arms over my chest to hide my breasts and walk over to the light switch, quickly turning off the lights, and then I walk over to my bed. I lay down, trying to get as cozy as possible with the blankets I had managed to cram into my suitcase.
I turn to face the white wall, wrapping the duvet and all of my blankets around my body.
"Ryuu, good night."
"Whatever, Sweet Cheeks."
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"OH MY GOD!" I exclaim. I scream as the loud music of One Direction fills my ears at 5am in the morning, I bury my face beneath my duvet before tossing a pillow at him in the hopes that it would hit him in the throat and cause him to choke to death. I close my eyes in an attempt to drown out the sound of blaring music, but it fails miserably.
I roll out of bed, pushing Sorin against the wall, my rage getting the best of me.
"Turn off the music," I yell, as he brushes his stubble across his razor-sharp jawline.
"Nah."
Before moaning in frustration, I remove my hands from the side of Sorin.
"I'm sorry, you're in the past. Listening to a band that has been disbanded for more than ten years." I take a deep breath and gather my school uniform and a pristine white towel.
"I loathe you." He mumbles, and a lump forms in my throat as I recall the last time I heard those words.
"I'm in the same boat." I reply as I leave the room, I stroll through the public showers, which are, hopefully, unoccupied due to the early hour. I'm very irritated at Sorin; I've been experiencing major anxiety all night because it's my first day of school, and he woke me up just as I was dozing off.
I enter the shower and immediately pull the curtain shut behind me. I hang my towel and uniform on the hanger to keep them from becoming wet. The hot water burns my body in the best way possible, waking me up automatically. I've spent roughly my pretty much entire childhood in boarding schools, yet my anxiety is striking up today.
Because of my...past, I can't have any medications or medicine on campus without them being checked, and I have yet to meet the headteacher. I massage the shampoo into my scalp using my fingertips. Apart from Sorin, I don't know anyone here, and I'd rather get to meet the janitor than Sorin.
As the door to the communal showers opens, I finish my shower routine and rapidly change into my uniform. I promptly button up my shirt, pull my jumper over my head, and fasten up my skirt, all while wearing my most comfortable bra and underwear.
I dash out of the shower, stumbling into a warm, wet chest in the process. As I looked up to see Sorin, the pads of his fingertips wrapped around my waist to support me, the butterflies in my stomach took flight and my chest tightened. He abruptly let go of me. I stare, looking directly at his cold eyes. His warmth lingered on my skin for a long period of time.
I bite my lower lip before My eyes scan his abs, which have undoubtedly become more pronounced over the years, beads of water flow down his chest, and his white towel hangs dangerously low, displaying his lower abs, which are shaped like a 'V,' and I'm intrigued as to what's below.
I rapidly shake my head, dismissing my thoughts from my mind. He runs his hands through his black, damp hair, which is covering his eyes.
"Ciao!" I shout and sprint out of the room, slipping my arms into the sleeves of my blazer. On my way to my dorm, I run across Banks, who is wandering along the eerily silent corridor.
"Where you're going?" I query calmly, as Banks' dark locks bounce as he turns his head to meet my gaze. His arms are crossed across his chest.
"I'm headed to the library early." His delicate, porcelain complexion catches the orange light.
"Allow me to tag along," I say, my hands on my hips, resting against the wooden door to my dorm room. "I just need to retrieve my belongings. I need to head to the Head Master's before first period."
As I dash inside my room, grab my bag, and toss it over my shoulder before slamming the door behind me, Banks hums in return. The silence is suffocating as we head down the stairs together. I've only just acknowledged that we've only just met, which means we have not yet discussed anything.
I look down at banks, and his lips part as if he's about to say something, but he immediately shuts his mouth. As we stroll around the halls, a number of teachers smile at Banks before returning their attention to their phones.
"Why did Sorin attempt to join the Mafia? and Why was he given such a light sentence?" The stillness between us is broken when I ask the question. As we approach the Head Master's office, he grips the straps of his backpack, and both of us stop walking.
"He hasn't told me," he admits solemnly, "but he bribed the judge and the cops a lot of money, so they let him off." I roll my eyes as he continues, enthusing over the word 'load.'
Of course, he isn't facing any serious consequences.
"I'll see you third period, we have the same class," I say as I turn around to face Banks. Before knocking on the headmaster's door, and he smiles as he walks along the corridors.
"Miss Ryuu, I've been awaiting your arrival."
