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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"got the music in you, baby. tell me why,"
-apocalypse by cigarettes after sex
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"So that's what happened," I tell Bailey.
She blinks, taking it all in. "Wow. That mothertrucker."
"I don't even know," I groan.
"Did he say anything after that? Or just that."
"Just that," I sigh. "I don't understand why I kissed back, you know? I don't even like him!"
"Leighton,"
"What?" I sigh.
"You like him,"
"No I don't. He's mean. How can anyone like him?"
We hear a crack in the bushes and turn around quickly.
Nothing. It's nothing.
We continue our conversation. "Leighton, you like him."
"Bailey I swear to God I don't. I don't have time for guys. My dads coming up here for a parent teacher meeting and I want to get my grades up before..." I trail off, realziing I'm exposing my business.
"Before??"
"Before he comes up. I don't want him mad," I fake laugh.
"Oh yeah. For reals," She laughs, oblivious.
I force a smile.
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"What's this?" My dad slams my report card on the table.
Oh no.
"Charles," My mom warns. "It's one C."
"Bullshit! She had none last year."
"Last year was easier," I mutter.
"The fuck you say to me? Fucking dumbass," He yells and I wince.
"Charles!"
"Shut the fuck up! You, woman, have no say in this. This is a conversation with me and my daughter."
My mom backs away.
She's scared. I get it.
"Mom," I whisper.
"You stay quiet," My dad yells. "Go to your room."
I looked towards my mom who's shaking.
Go, she mouths.
I nod and go to my room. I hear yelling. I hide under my pillow and turn the music in my headphones up.
