I can't belive that my roomate just grabbed butt. As if it was nothing, like breathing. I watch him walk into the bathroom. The water starts runing, just like my thoughts. Every drop is a new thought in my mind. Why did he do it. Does that mean he likes me? Was this all just a joke, was he still playing me? Too many thoughts for the few time I had left to get ready.
I slide my shirt over my hair that is now curling itself into slight rings. The shirt I decided to put on is a black shirt with white writing to spell out Paramore, one of my favourite bands. I then put on my leather jacket over top of it. I'm just sitting on my bed waiting for Josh to get out of the bathroom so we could go. 7:57 the clock shines threateningly at me.
I know the lunch hall is only a few seconds away, but I was not going to be late on the first day here. I skip over to the bathroom door to get Josh out. I lift my hand about to knock when he opens the door, one step ahead of me. His body almost fully exposed parades over to his clothes. In the blink of an eye he's walking out the door dragging me behind him.
I start fidgeting, freaking out a little. What if no one likes me? What if people think I can't dance? Oh god. What if..... My thoughts are interupted by Josh.
"Hey do I look okay?" He asks me. I take a few steps away, look him up and down.
I reply with a simple "Did you really need to ask?" He chuckles and pushes me a little, which makes me giggle in happiness. We come to the hall and both stare at the handle fearing what awaits us inside.
I finally decide to open the door. I take a deep breath in, let it out, and grab the door handle. A slow pull, not wanting to know what's in there. Josh walks in making me follow, slamming the door behind us. We both take a few steps in and stop in amazement. There, infront of us, is thousands of people, socializing. So far I don't see any cliques, there is a guy in a varsity football jacket talking to a girl with what looked like a private school uniform.
At the very front of the room is standing a bald man who looks happy. Not fake happy, but truely and genuinaly happy. He leans into a microphone saying "The tables are alphabatized, find your table and sit down to get your scheduals." Oh no, Taylor.....Anderson. We'd be on oppisite sides of the room. God Liss, get a hold of yourself. I start walking towards the end of the room. I find the table with a big "R-S-T" sign in the middle. I sit next to a girl wearing a Fall Out Boy shirt because hopefully I could make one friend, right?
"Now find your schedule." The bald man says with a devilish grin on his face. He looks like he's up to something.
In the middle of the table there was nothing but a sticky note that read "Clue One: It's not that bad, please don't fight. Go outside and take a right." Where is he going with this?
YOU ARE READING
LaGuardia Arts High School
Teen FictionA young girl, named Alyssa Taylor, goes to a boarding school and rooms with a boy named Josh Anderson. She finds out more about him than she wants. But is it worth it in the end?
