A Changing Personality

Chapter 3 - My new roomie.

Chapter 3 

~Recount~ 

But, as much as I hate to admit it, he is, and already has impressed me.  

Things are about to get a lot more interesting.

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On the way, Blake and I talked about lots of different things, ranging from family to sports. He seemed like a really nice guy...except for the Mr. Player mask.  

Finally, we got to the Morges dorms, and he help open the door for me, AS WELL as carrying three suitcases! Woah, this guy is fit!  

I entered, and gasped. It was beautiful.  

Every square meter or so, there was a shining chandelier. The ceiling was painted in delicate swirls and spirals. The walls were the same as the ceiling, combined with the floor being black marble. There were corridors everywhere you looked, but the thing that stood out the most was the stairs. They were white marble, with then a red carpet pressed onto each stair with a metal pole in the corners.  

I could only think: 

'How much did it cost to send me here'.  

I managed to snap out of my reverie, and said to Blake, 

"Shall we get going? By my room number, I suppose my dorm is upstairs?"  

"Yeah, let's go," he said in that silky voice of his.  

He led me upstairs, through a couple of corridors, and then finally stopped at room 276.  

"Here we are," he announced, pushing the door open for me.  

Just as I stepped in, I heard a girlie screech.  

"BLAKEY BEAR!" a female voice practically screamed.  

A whizz of blonde and the smell of peroxide flew past me, and latched itself onto Blake.  

"Hey babe," Blake said rather awkwardly, looking at me, apologising.  

Blondie then grabbed Blakes face, and literally sucked his face off.  

Finally, Blake broke free, and just held Blondie with an arm around her waist.  

Blondie really was quite pretty, but in a slutty kind of way.  

Her dyed-blonde, straight hair came down to about mid-chest. She had blue eyes, and was quite short, with legs so thin they could have been bean poles. It was obvious she wore make-up  

In fact, too much of it, it was so obvious, that there wasn't actually any point in wearing some, because it looked worse with it than without. Blondie was wearing a mini skirt (and I mean MINI), with just a top, but it was see through, so you could easily see her bra.  

"Lailah, this is Brittany. Brittany this is Lailah, your new roomie." 

Brittany glared daggers at me, but I returned the favour.  

We had a tiny competition, before she gave up, and turned to Blake.  

"Whyyyyy?" she moaned, "I like having this place to myself. But now that I have this a*s-face here, I can't-" she was cut off by me.  

"Hey you b*itch," I went right up to her, and pushed her hard, causing her to stagger some, "you wanna say that to me?"  

"Well actually," she paused to think. Good god, is she really this thick?  

"I'm taking that as a no. You had better watch out b*tch, because I'm nothing but trouble." 

I gave her one, last hard push for good measure, smiled sweetly at Blake, and then strutted over to my quarters.  

At least I sleep in a different room to Blondie.  

I went into my room, and gasped. It was beautiful.  

There were, once again, swirls on the Walls, but this time, they were red, and the background was black marble. It was a red, luxurious carpet too, and right in the middle? 

A huge king sized bed, almost exactly like the one from home. My parents must have told them, because decorating the bed was a zebra duvet thrown over it.  

In the corner, there was a chest of drawers, to the side there was a dresser, and next to my bed was a little bedside cabinet.  

I admired my room a little longer, before deciding to go out into the dorm lounge.  

Blonde was there, staring stubbornly at the plasma tv.  

No Blake.  

'This is going to be fun,' I sarcastically thought to myself.  

"Hey Blondie," I called.  

No answer.  

"Hey Blondie," I called again.  

Still no reply.  

"Hey Blondie!" I yelled.  

And she flinched, causing me to smirk.  

"You wanna tell me what you told Blake?"  

"What?" Holy crap, she really is thick.

Brittanys (Blondies) P.O.V.

"You wanna tell me what you told Blake?" What did she mean?  

"What?" I replied, finally taking in her features.  

She was pretty, but no way good enough to be in my clique.  

She had natural blonde hair that fell to about mid-chest, but it seemed like it had light blonde highlights. She had elegant lips, and was quite short; about 5' 3". She was wearing an off-the-shoulder t-shirt and some skinny jeans, but not nearly enough make-up. Hell, you could barely see it.  

"I said: you...wanna...tell...me..." she emphasised every symbol as if I were a dummy.  

"Yes, yes," I snapped, "I'm not stupid. I just meant, I didnt say anything to Blake." 

"Liar," she muttered, walking away, "I've always hated liars. Especially peroxided blonde ones, with too much make-up on, and go by the name of Brittany." 

That got my blood boiling.  

I jumped up, and, quick as a flash, got her pressed up against the kitchen wall, my arm on her throat. 

"Take...that...back," I said slowly.  

Suddenly, she surprised me, by grabbing the arm that was on her throat, twisting it, so that I was pressed up against the wall instead.  

"I think not," she countered.  

Lailah then pressed a knife into my throat.  

And something I never thought would happen actually did.  

Lailah Pierces eyes turned orange.  

I raised my eyebrows.  

Seems like Lailah Pierce is special after all.

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