Chasing Prom Queen

Bonus chapter 1

A/N: Hey all, here's a bonus chapter for you. Hope you enjoy it. This is set before the start of this story. 

"What? How the ...?" Tanya says in outrage on my behalf.

We'd all been looking forward to this weekend away. A ski trip with the school. Only this moment here was what I'd been dreading. The inevitable pairing up of roommates. A constant problem when your friendship group is three people. I'd told my two friends Tanya and Laurie to ask to be paired up and I would take the third wheel spot, waiting for the teachers to assign my fate.

"It'll be fine Tanya, don't worry." I say trying to calm her down, it really isn't a problem.

"Holly, did you not hear who they assigned as your roommate? It's Kyla Watson, height of the popular posh make-up brigade." She talks to me like I'm a small child.

"Seriously Tan, I'll survive. Kyla is the nice one of the group."

"You may as well quit Tan, you know Holly doesn't believe in high school social standings." Laurie says with a roll her eyes.

"It's not that I don't believe." I say, gearing up for the same old argument. "I just don't see why people give it so much power. I've got my friends, you've got your friends, why does one need to be treated better than the other?"

"And on that note, it is time to go to our rooms." Laurie says with an exacerbated smile.

We part ways when we reach the right floor agreeing to meet up in an hour to go for lunch. With them heading down the corridor I open the door to my room for the next two nights.

"Look Kyla, it's your English roommate." Kyla's friend Sandy/Brandy/Mandy (not really sure what her name is.) says, sitting at the obligatory desk. Bet it's the only time she's sat at a desk outside school. Probably thinks it's a make-up table. Kyla looks up briefly from putting her clothes away in the closet.

"I'm Welsh actually." I say for what feels like the millionth time since my family moved to America when I was ten.

"I can't believe they stuck you with her. Ask to be swapped." She continues as if I'm not in the room.

Seeing Kyla's suitcase open on the one bed I decide to claim the other. Jumping into a splayed starfish across the bed. "Don't mind if I claim this bed, do you?" I ask, raising my head slightly and sending a little grin toward Kyla. She shakes her head, trying to hide a smile.

"Seriously. You just come barging in, and jump on a bed. We're you raised by dogs?"

"Karen and Joel Daniels actually. They choose to raise me with love instead of gifts. You should try it; it actually makes you a nicer person."

She looks at me like I'm dirt, it's does nothing but make me want to laugh.

"In other word's you're poor." Actually, my parents have decent jobs and we live quite comfortably. "What are these teachers making us put up with?"

"You know this isn't your room. If you go to your own room you won't have to put up with me." I say in a sing-song.

"I'm supporting my friend."

"It's fine, Gabby." Whoops, not even close to my guess. "Why don't you go unpack and we'll get something to eat later." Kyla finally says.

After a little more convincing Gabby leaves. Closing the door behind her Kyla comes back into sight with a sigh. "You couldn't play nice?"

"She started on me." I say with a high voice, moving to kneel on the bed. "Besides, it got rid of her didn't it. Now, why are you all the way over there gorgeous?"