The Roommate

chapter 3

I fucking hate this school.

I was late to class this morning because Parker thought it would be fucking halarious to turn off my alarm before it woke me up, so I obviously slept in. Then, when I had woken up and realized I was late, I couldn't find my bra. I looked for 10 minutes only to realize I had gone to bed in it. And when I finally made it out of the building, some fucking shithead full-on ran into me, Naruto style, and knocked me and all of my shit over, AND KEPT FUCKING RUNNING!

So now I'm currently sitting in detention, picturing my teacher on fire. She decided not to listen to my story, and punish me right away! Bitch.

I'm pulled out of my firey manifestation by the girl sitting behind me.

"Do you have a pen?" she whisper-asked me.

"Yeah. It's pink though." I responded. I only ever write in pink pens because it annoys the hell out of my teachers. I also loves how it looks, though I'll never admit that outloud.

The girl snorted. Thats when I turned around to get a good look at her. She had big, dark eyes, and long, straight, deep brown hair that was really clean looking. She was really pretty, and I instantly became a little insecure about my dirty blonde hair that I probably haven't washed in 5 days. Don't judge.

"That's fine, I'll take it. I'm Carter by the way!"

"Dakota!" I said and handed her the pen. She opened her mouth to say something else, but Ms. Trunchbull from Matilda opened her stupid mouth.

"Enough, ladies! Quiet!"

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After our jail sentence was over, Carter asked me if I wanted to grab dinner with her. On our way over, we passed by her friend, Camilla, and she decided to join us.

Camilla was a bit shorter than me, so like 5'2, and was a curly, strawberry-blonde. Her eyes were so blue that they looked like water. She, like Carter, was super nice.

We walked into the dining hall, grabbed food, and sat down at the end of a big, empty table.

We started to talk, and they told me about their lives. Why they got sent here, the classes they take, who they're interested in/talking to, etc etc. I told them about the whole Bridgette and Xavier thing, and the roommate fiasco that was currently taking over my life. It was crazy how it felt like we had been friends for years even though we just met. 

I also realized how many kids were just shipped here by their mega-rich parents. The majority of the kids I've met here literally didn't do anything, their parents just wanted them away.

It had to have been an hour since we sat down, when a group of noisy boys sat at the other end of the table.

Not just any group of noisy boys, no no, it was the one group of noisy boys who might just make me sceam at the top of my lungs. And to much of my luck, one of them looked up and made eye contact with me.

"Kingsley! How are you! The last time I saw you, you were sleeping like a little baby!" Parker exclaimed. I wanted to punch him.

"Hello, Parker. Glad you enjoyed the view." I spat at him. A bit aggressively, I'll admit, but he deserved it for the morning he caused.

"Woah, down girl! No need to get fiesty. It was just a little fun. Loosen up a bit!" GOD, I was going to punch him. This little dickhead.

"Do not tell me to 'loosen up', Claymoore. Especially, not after I had to see you and your ity-bity friend doing shit with that chick. It's supposed to feel good, Parker. Not look like you're belling flopping on the poor girl."