Moonstone

Chapter 1 (Silver POV)

Silver Kamarda stepped out of her Volkswagen Jetta and onto the Woodward Prep campus.  She was finally a senior.  Silver took a minute to look around on her last first day.  There were freshmen looking scared and excited.   The sophomores were picking on the freshmen and the juniors, who thought they ruled the place as upperclassmen, but really the seniors ruled, Silver in particular.  She and her boyfriend of eight months, Damon Kox, were undisputedly the two most popular people in her class.  She’d transferred to Woodward at the beginning of sophomore year.  Silver and her roommate, Beth, were best friends. 

‘Beth.  This time last year she was still here with me.’ Silver thought sadly.

“There’s my favorite girl!” said a very effeminate voice.  It snapped her back to reality. 

“Damien!” she exclaimed and hugged him.  Damien Port was one of the very few openly gay guys at Woodward.  If he wasn’t gay, he’d have girls falling at his feet.  He had a blemish free face, baby blue eyes, brown slightly curly hair, and a picture-perfect smile. 

“Well shit, you’ve gotten prettier over the whole month I haven’t seen you.” Damien smiled, and then gave her the up down. 

“I see Paris did you well.”

“Well of course!  I had my fashion panelist with me, how could it not?”  Silver did a little spin for him.  Damien wasn’t overly girly like the other open gays at Woodward.  He did love to shop and loved everything that had to do with fashion.  Because his family owned a very large and successful company, Damien took Silver on a month-long European shopping spree.  They’d gone all through England, France, and a little of Italy and Greece looking for the best buys and, of course, cuisine. 

“Hm.  Very true and your fashion panelist thinks that outfit would look much better with your black and cream oxford-esque flats.”  Damien commented. 

“Oh…” Silver popped the trunk and dug through her “shoecase” as Damien called it. 

“You mean these?” she finished. 

“Yes!” he exclaimed.  “See, am I right or what?”

she smiled, then asked “Hey do you want to help me unpack?”

“Definitely. Not like I’m gonna have a roommate to keep it clean for anyway.” Damien replied, a little sadness entered his voice.  He’d never had a roommate.   They’d always gotten freaked out because he was gay.  Silver felt so bad, but there was nothing she could do.  She looped her arm through his. 

“Come on.  We’ve got Paris to recreate.” She handed him a suitcase, grabbed one for herself, and they strode arm and arm across the quad.  Silver picked up her key, fourth floor finally, and they dragged her luggage up four flights of stairs.  Fourth floor was traditionally the senior floor.  The dorms were bigger, the common area had four microwaves, and free healthy snack foods, and each dorm had a balcony.  Every freshman dreamed about getting out of the single microwaved, non-opening window hell that was the first floor. 

“Well, we made it, Damien.  Senior year.  Balconies, free food, we are the shit.”  She laughed, pushing open the door.  The common room was even more amazing than described.  There were four plasma screen TVs, loads of fluffy chairs, and plush couches. 

“Wow.  This is like heaven.” Damien murmured. 

Silver smiled.  “Come on, we’ve got bags to unpack.” She pulled him down to room 415, her room.  “Hey, did I tell you I bought you a sleeping bag?”  she asked as she turned the key.