Chapter: Four
I woke up at 6:40 even though we wake up at 6:45 to speed up all the clocks in the dorm room. Getting ready to put on my act, I took a shower and got dressed. As I walked into Dylon's room, it was hard for me not to laugh. Putting on a straight face, I went over to his bed and starting slapping his head. "Wake up Dylon its 7:00!" He nearly jumped out of bed. He took one second to look at me fully dressed and started stripping his shirt from his body as he ran to the bathroom. I would have gladly enjoyed seeing him strip further had it not been for the fact that he made it to the bathroom. I heard the shower turn on and low bump that indicated that he made his way into the shower. I held my head to the door trying to listen to anything he was saying. Then I shouted, "Hurry up, you've got three minutes". Giggling on the inside, I didn't hear or feel him approaching the door. "Three minutes my ass." He caught me off guard as he snatched me into the bathroom with him. Although it was completely foggy, I caught a glimpse of his bare body when the door opened. Dylon grabbed both my arms and picked me up above him then threw me down on the hard tile bathroom floor. At least that's what I thought I was before I felt the shower water beating down on my head, the setting purposely set to a wide, jolting spray, and the hot water soaking through my knee high skirt. I felt Dylon grab my hair and pull me up the wall of the shower. Feeling desperate, I cried out. "Dylon, stop, you're hurting me!" Oh God, not this again. I'm not just going to sit here and be a helpless victim. Not thinking at all I wrapped my legs around his stomach and gave the best squeeze I could. Instantly, Dylon let go of my hair and tried to pry my legs off him. Using this as an advantage, I jumped off him and ran towards the door. I didn't make it far because he grabbed the back of my jacket and pulled me towards him. With our faces just inches away from each other, I figured, he was going to kiss me, surprisingly, I wanted him to. He didn't kiss me; he just stood there holding me back, until he moved. I couldn't believe it; Dylon had slapped me. Like those overreacting girls from a dramatic soap opera, I fell down. Determined not to give in, I kicked him where the sun don't shine. Hearing him back up, I got up as fast as I could. Making it out of the bathroom, I ran straight towards my bedroom and locked the door. I heard him grumble as he walked out of the bathroom then return to his room. Grabbing new clothes, I changed, and then went to expect my face. Although he didn't give me a bruise or anything, I did have a bloody lip. I can't believe he would hit me like that! What could have caused him to know that he wasn't late? Walking into the bathroom, I saw nothing that could hint what time it was. Making my way over I saw a piece of glass held up by four rubber stoppers with a screen face. It was an electronic weight. And of course it was automatic, so it had the date and time on it. Damn it! A perfectly good plan ruined by a stupid weight. That clocked blinked 7:46 and I knew any time now Erin and Devin would be waking up. Bored, I made breakfast for three of eggs and toast. I wouldn't let what happened in the bathroom haunt me. I was brave and if I want to bother Dylon again, I will. As Dylon walked out of his room looking like his usual self, I saw him glaring at me. Testing him, I brought the fork full of eggs to my mouth and chewed all while looking at him. He opened his mouth to speak when I heard Devin come in. I narrowed my eyes in a way saying, "Do something, I dare you to". After a minute of silence, I realized Devin stood there watching us along with Erin. Humph, I wonder when he got there. Breaking the silence, I said to them, "I made you guys breakfast just in case you wanted it." "Thanks," Devin said ", but there are only three plates." "Yeah, what else do you expect? I mean one for me, you, and Erin." Opening his mouth, Dylon stopped Devin from going any further. "Don't worry Devin; I would eat shit before I ate any food she cooked. Actually, I don't think there'd be any difference. They both would taste the same." Oblivious to the fact that he beat me in the shower not even ten minutes ago I walked towards him. If it had not been for Erin holding me back, I would have punched that retard harder than I did Belinda. "You don't know what you're getting yourself into. You obviously don't know that he could really hurt you, too," he whispered in my ear. I let my shoulders relax even though I was still incensed. Twisting my shoulders, I made Erin drop his hands as I walked off to my room. I listened to my iPod for the remaining ten minuets. Somewhere between Madonna's featuring Justin Timberlakes' Four Minutes and Flo Rida's Right Round, I got completely relaxed and forgot what happened. I was fully engrossed in my music and its lyrics, when I heard Erin knock on the door. "C'mon Alex, its 7:00, and were gonna be late." Now, that I can believe. Jumping up from my bed, I grabbed my shoulder bag filled with books and unplugged one headphone from my ear. I checked myself out in the mirror. You never want to make a bad first impression. Although I was looking forward to getting my uniform, it hadn't arrived yet. Heading out the door, I saw Devin and Erin waiting impatiently for me. What can I say? I was their lovely guest. Dylon must already left because we didn't wait up for him and I'm happy about it. Looking at my schedule, I asked Devin if he knew where my first class was, but all he did was stare at me. I understood that I was probably the only girl he'd seen in a while and I would have been flattered, but I was not in the mood after my rough start this morning. "Hellooo?" "Oh, yeah, right. Um, your class is two doors down on your left." "Thanks! I'll see you guy's later, 'kay?" "Yup, bye," they said in unison. I walked off before they started fighting over who owes the other a soda. Here it is, Room 300, Mr. Sharp.
