What if the Ivy Trio found their other half? Thanks to Glade Boarding School for Girls and Boys, they are assigned into a dorm with 3 other girls, where they have to live with each other for the next 10 months.
You can expect plenty of things to hap...
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My eyes widen as I take in the scene in front of me. Lyra lets out a hysterical laugh, and even Fawn laughs nervously. A grin begins to form on my face.
I love this.
The lights are off, with some LEDs having been put up, giving the room a red glow. The semi-circle sofa has been pushed to one side, making way for dancing in the middle of the Homestead. Music is being played from the TV, it's volume set to max.
Gally makes his way over to us, a plastic cup in his hand.
"Hello, ladies," He smirks, taking a sip of his drink. "Be sure to try the drink I made." He waves it in the air exaggeratedly.
I raise my eyebrows at him, then glance inside his cup. Its contents have the colour of apple juice, a deep orange-yellow colour.
"It looks like piss." I say out loud. Lyra bursts out laughing.
Gally shakes his head. "Why does everyone say that?"
Lyra snorts. "Probably because it's the same colour as it."
Gally just shakes his head and walks away to the middle of the dance floor, leaving us and Sonya at the door.
Fawn coughs. "I thought this was a sleepover."
Sonya turns her head towards her. "Change of plan. We're all going to have a party until late at night, and then we'll either have a big sleepover here or split into girls and boys."
Fawn nods slowly, although I don't miss the dark shade of fear overcoming her eyes. I wrap my arm round her, squeezing her.
"It'll be fun! And if you don't feel comfortable with the boys, we'll do it with the girls." I say, resting my head on her shoulder. I remember the way Ash put his arm around me, the whole time while we were doing PE spent with him asking personal questions.
I shiver, and remove my arm. I force myself to forget the memory of him. I'm sure he didn't mean it. I'd message him about it, tell him to stop, and maybe then we could just be friends.
The hope sparks a warmth in my stomach, and I glance around the room. I am aware of someone's eyes on me, although I don't know whose. My own eyes search every face, every pair of eyes, until they land on a brown pair.
Thomas. His hair is pushed upwards, a cup of Gally's 'drink' in his hand. His face softens when he sees me looking at him, and I manage a little smile at him.
