after the death of her mother, leighton's father sends her to a boarding school halfway across the world to be taught a lesson. she knows no one and no one knows her.
but the cherry on top is who her roommate is.
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"i bite my tongue, it's a bad habit"
-bad habit by steve lacy
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"So are you going to the fair?" I ask Kai as he brushes his teeth. I'm right behind him, awaiting my turn patiently.
He spits out toothpaste. "I dunno."
"Oh okay," I smile and grab my toothbrush once he finishes.
"Hellooo?" I hear Baileys voice in the kitchen.
Oh! I forgot to tell Kai she was coming over.
"Who's that?" He asks.
"My friend, Bailey." I smile and walk over to greet her.
She squeals and crushes me with a hug.
"Hi!" We say at the same time.
"Well if she's here then I'm inviting Eli," Kai says like it's supposed to threaten me.
"Okay," I agree.
I like Eli, he's nice.
A few hours pass and we all hang out. Kai is in the corner scowling at the three of us having fun.
"You know, love, you can always come hang out with us!" I let my moms British side take over me.
Something flashes in his eyes before going back to being narrowed.
"Kai, are you going tomorrow to the fair?" Eli asks.
"No."
"Leighton are you going?" He asks me next.
I think for a moment. "Yeah!"
"Okay yay!" Eli smiles.
Kai mutters 'fuck' under his breath.
"What was that?" Eli teases.
"I'll go, its after practice anyways,"
Its weird, Kai doesn't usually mention hockey.
"What changed your mind?" Eli asks, but his voice is taunting.
"Shut the fuck up."
Bailey winks at me.
What's going on..?
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The dorm room is a mess. It's like a tornado hit it and then decided to take a nap. Crumpled papers, snack wrappers, and empty coffee cups litter every available surface.
I look around with a sigh. The dorm is overdue for a clean, and unfortunately, I got the motivation to clean.
I glance over at his side of the room. Kai is already on the move, methodically picking up discarded books and stuffing them into a bag. His dark hair is disheveled, and his face is set in its usual scowl. He's completely absorbed in his task, not a word escaping his lips. I try to ignore the gnawing sense of tension in the air and focus on making the best of the situation.
