Devils Dormitory

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Saturday 4:22 pm

Alright, I wasted enough of my free time so I'm going to brush my teeth and then pick up my books or whatever I need. "Hey roomie, where are you headed?" Desmond chuckled. I turned around to face him and his groupie. "Why do you care?" I turn back around and make my way to the room. I'm not walking all the way to the bathroom to brush my teeth so I'm just going to use the kitchen sink in the shared kitchen.

"What's the matter with you?" He said, sounding seriously concerned. "Nothing so fuck off." I continued looking straight ahead, reaching out for the door handle to my dorm. "That's not what you said last night, and all I wanted to ask was why are your legs shaking but based on last night I already know." His friends laughed and had their mouths open in shock. "You said we didn't fuck!" I turned around frantically whisper yelling.

"We didn't, not yet." He sneered, walking closer to me until our bodies were touching. "You know what, I don't give a shit, I have better things to do so excuse you." I turned around and opened the room door just to see more people scattered in the room and some on my bed. I stood still in disappointment. The door opened and Desmond just smiled at me. I groaned loudly and stormed to the closet to get my toothbrush from my basket. I still feel sweaty from earlier so I might take a shower later too.

"Roomie~" Desmond came into the closet, closing the door behind himself. "Are you fucking serious?" I flopped on the floor groaning in annoyance. "Why're you on the floor?" He laughed and picked me up. I relaxed my body so I could try and slide out of his grip. "Leave me alone you butt muncher." I continued to try and free myself from this predicament. "Not yet." He sat me on the dresser, without letting me utter a word he leaned into me and smashed our lips together.

"W-wait I didn't brush my teeth yet." I covered my mouth and pushed his face away. "It's okay, I couldn't even tell." He looked down at me, licking the corner of his mouth slowly in an attractive way. "Okay," I mumbled. He rushed to kiss me again, this time picking me up and flipping us so he sat on the dresser and I straddled him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and made out with him like there was no tomorrow.

Desmond rubbed my thighs, sliding his hands under my shorts through the holes. He squeezed and spanked my ass hard. I know he's only associating with me because of my ass but that makes it better so theirs no strings attached. Hopefully. "Okay okay okay, no more, I need to go get my books and schedule." I pulled away from him and climbed off of him. "Alright, I'll be here." He sighed dramatically. "In the closet?" I laughed. "Only if you want me to stay here in the closet." He flirted.

"Get out." I rolled my eyes playfully and walked out of the closet after grabbing my toothbrush and toothpaste. The entire room looked at me and stared. "The fuck are you guys staring at?" I glared at everyone one by one. As soon as Des came out after me they started hooting like idiots. "Fucking dumbasses." I stormed off into the kitchen ignoring their 'gyats'.

Once I made it to the kitchen I headed straight for the sink scooting the guys that were standing there over. "Hello again, baby." Myles slides behind me. I don't answer but continue brushing my teeth in the kitchen sink, rinsing it out after I finish. "You can't speak?" He grabbed my arm. "Let go!" I yelled at him. He just stared at me and let go, the guys in the kitchen just looked at me in silence. Taking my leave, I left the kitchen then the room, and down the hall on my shitty journey to find the main office or whatever.

I continued walking down the hall until I saw a tall and intimidating man who looked like he could help me. "Excuse me, do you know where I can find the main office?" I tapped him impatiently. He turned around and looked down at me like I pissed him off. "For?" He asked coldly. He had dark brown wavy hair, like the kind of guys in those magazines with men only and the pictures are black and white and the guys a shirtless, like a cologne ad. He had sharp hazel eyes with long lashes, the perfect jawline, a neatly trimmed mustache, and a beard. The caramel skin that was nicely tanned was the icing on the cake.

"Do I have to tell you?" I frowned and crossed my arms. He just grinned and laughed to himself before looking around and then back at me. "First floor, there should be a sign." He walked off, looking back, shaking his head, then looking forward to continue going where ever the fuck he was going. "Rude bastard," I mumbled under my breath, looking for the stairs down to the first floor.

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"I'm here to get my books and schedule." I asked the man behind the office desk with a nameplate reading 'secretary'.  "First and last name?" He didn't bother glancing at me. "Rylyn Blake." I spat at him in a smart tone. "He stopped and looked at me, glaring before he looked at me for too long. "What's the purpose of your sunglasses?" He questioned. "What's the purpose of your face?" I smiled. He just sighed and passed me my schedule and my books for my classes.

Since it's the weekend I'm just gonna get to know the grounds a little bit so I can memorize my schedule and where the classes are. My schedule has eight periods. period one is honors art, period two is gym, period three is physics, period four is history ll, period five, is language arts, period six drama, period seven study hall, and period eight, is culinary. Such bullshit.