Chapter: Three
"Bye, Dad. I'm gonna miss you!" "I know kiddo, but don't worry I'll see you every weekend. I love you, Alex," he said opening his arms to a hug. "'Love you too, Dad." "Now go before you're late. I mean you can't be anymore late than a day and three weeks, but you know what I mean." "Oh, Dad, I'm gonna miss you," I said sneaking one last kiss and hug. Letting go of him felt like a fat kid letting go of a Twinkie, only one hundred times worse. He walked out of my room after helping me unpack and hang my clothes in my closet. After her left, I got bored and roamed around my dorm. Nice, I've got three roommates. I can't wait to meet them. Telling by the way they have their rooms set one is either Goth or just seriously depressed, the other seems like she'd been in the normal group at my school, and the last seems like she'd be one of the "populars". I don't know why, but the things in her room give off a hint that she'd be the most active. Whatever, they had just better not be bitches like Belinda. Since it would be about eighth period, I ignored what my dad said and just looked at my roommates things. What can I say? I'm a nosy person. All of my roommates must be obsessed with a group of boys because they all have pictures of the same three. It seems they do have similar matches though. The Goth likes a guy that goes perfectly with her, in the pictures she has of him he has a nose ring and apparently always spikes his golden brown hair. His skin looks as if he's from California. This guy would be a babe if he wore normal clothes and kept his hair in a messed up bed head type of look. The "normie" has an exact match too. The pictures she has spread across her room are of a boy not too handsome, but not ugly at all. I know it's not much of a perfect match type since don't know either of them, but it seems like it. Moving on to the next room I thought it was obvious that this girl was left with the boy that was okay, but not "her type". Well I stand corrected. The boy was gorgeous, how could a girl not want him? All of the pictures he's in show him doing various activities. In one, he was playing football, in another, he was blocking the ball from going into a soccer goal, and another, he stood there ready to swing the baseball with his bat. His face could win him cutest baby of the year. You know, in a teenage type of stage. His head was covered in curly brown hair that had a strip that fell between his gray eyes. His eyes where weird, but his skin made them complement him. He could give Nick Jonas a run for his money, and possibly fans. It's unbelievable the matches you'll see in your lifetime. As I walked to my room, I gathered up the explanation that they knew a scientist that made a boyfriend for each of them with personality that could make them clones. I was just about to get to the point where the evil scientist says "Pull the lever" when the door busted open with three voices laugh uncontrollably. That's when it hit me. The pictures of the boys weren't the girl's clones; they were the "girls". Running to my door, I snatched the knob and twisted it fiercely. Throwing the door open their voices went from hysterical laughing to nothing at all, just a hushed silence. I saw them staring at me wide eyed. Shit. I closed the door as fiercely as I had twisted the knob. Guys? They're guys? But wouldn't the head master put me with the girls? Why would I be roomed with boys? If there weren't any more spaces for girls then-. This-this is an all boy school! Then why would I get accepted? Oh, God, it's too late to turn back now. Opening the door I found them still looking at my door wide eyed and mumbling to themselves. As I walked out I followed their eyes looking me up and down. What a nice day to pick short shorts and a tank top, huh? I quickly grabbed my left shoulder with my right hand and stared at the ground. Not knowing what to say, I hesitantly walked to the couch and sat next to the Goth boy. They all twisted their heads to see what I would do next. Mother always said, "If you've got an audience, there's no shame in entertaining them". "Um, hi. I'm Alex Preen", I said all while looking at the floor. They replied with their name too. Based how far and close they were the normies name was Erin, and the gorgeous one's name was Devin. As I expected, Goth kid wouldn't share his name with me even if I threatened to kill him. "His name's Dylon," Devin said, I felt the wind as Dylon whipped his head around to glare at Devin. "Well if you don't mind me, I think I'll just break the awkwardness because I don't like to waste my life staring at the floor." I heard a jumble of mixed responses in agreement with me. Getting up, I stared back down at Dylon with curiosity. "How come you don't talk? Are you practicing to become a mime or something?" Looking at Devin and Erin for help, they just stared back with worried glances. It rather scared me. Then Dylon turned his head, without a word, the boys left. I felt like I was in a scene from the movie The Godfather. Trying to be as nonchalant as I could, I turned and left too. Not thinking to close the door I walked into my room and into the closet looking for my slippers to wear as I planned to explore the academy. I dug my hand deep into my drawer and felt the plastic top. Pulling them out I backed out of my closet and turned around to see Dylon sitting on my bed. Embarrassed I blushed; I hope he was looking at my butt. My blush went away as my cheeks went cold from the icy look he stared at me with. "Yes?" "Don't you know who I am?" "Hey! You talked! You'll never get passed Mime College like that!" "Look girl, you obviously don't know how much power I have. How short my nerves are. And you absolutely don't know how good my crew can clean up the job." "That sounds like a death threat if you ask me. I don't know if this is true, but I don't think that's gonna get you through college either." "Look bitch, if something happens to you, don't say I didn't warn you. That is, if you live.
I couldn't sleep that night. Seriously, who could sleep after someone tells you something like that? Getting a cup of water, I heard the three boys talking in Devin's room. Way to make a girl feel even more of an outcast. "Whaddya think we should do," I heard Erin say. "Well, I personally think we should wait until class tomorrow and see what the teachers' think of this situation," said Devin. Erin responded to him, "Well, how do we know what will happen? The odds of having 1st period with her are slim." "Actually they're not. When you guys were getting ready for bed, I used my hacking system to get into the school database. I know all her periods and who will be in her class. I even got where they chose to place her in class. Tomorrow in first period, Dylon, She's gonna have to sit behind you." "Why not tell me the world will end too?" I had enough of their conversation. Tomorrow, I'll be everything he thinks I am.
