P.A.Y.N.E ~ a.grande & l.payne

Chapter 2

Liam's POV
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"You can put your stuff here" She pointed towards the empty space on the beige carpet next to an even sadder colored bed. I did as she said, while she sat on the bed opposite of mine, picking at the dirt under her fake peach colored nails.

"When do we have orientation?"

"In about an hour or two. It depends on when the other students arrive"

Ariana had removed her hat and sweater before we arrived in the dorms, so she was only wearing a white tank top. She was not wearing a bra, but her breasts were not the most eye catching, being about a honest B-cup.

"Where are the John's?" I asked her while unpacking my things, from one of my four suitcases. She didn't answer, so I guess she didn't get my phrasing,"Bathrooms"

"Oh, they're just right down the hall. I knew what that word meant, by the way"

She hopped off the king sized bed, "If you need anything, my room is a few doors down so just holler."

"You're not my roommate?"

"Oh, no. Gosh, no. It's boy's dorms on the left side, girl's dorms on the right side"

"You sound relieved, I'm not that bad am I?"

"Yeah, you kind of are" She combed her fingers through her caramel colored hair, "You obviously haven't met you" The last part was muttered under her breath. I guess I wasn't meeting to her, obviously, high standards.

I scoffed, If she thought I was bad now, just wait until we get to work.

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Ariana's POV

I could just feel the smugness from his figure, emit from his pores and fill the room with arrogance. I don't hate people easily, but I hate this guy.

"You aren't a walk in the park either, Grande."

I stopped picking at my faded pink nails and looked at his light brown eyes, unamused, "I'll have you know that I'm a spectacular human being"

"Of course, in Ariana Grandeland. Where everyone gets their way, since 1992!"

"Shut up, you dic-"

Knock knock knock

I forgot that we were having our, anything but friendly, spat with the bedroom door wide open. So, knocking on the door while it was open was kind of pointless.

"Is this bad timing?" An awkward looking, bleached blonde boy kept his hand at the same position at the door as if we said yes, he would just swiftly walk out.

"Are you his roommate?" I pointed towards Liam as if he was a separate entity and he wasn't in the room.

The blonde boy unfolded a white piece of paper, "I am the roommate of whoever's name is Liam" His Australian accent smoothly poured out, as he spoke.

"That's me" Liam stopped unpacking and stared at the boy, before taking the paper out of his hands, "What's your name?"

"Michael Gordon Clifford"

"Birthdate?"

"November 20th, 1994"

"Reason for being here?"

"Just another reason to get out of the house" He smiled at Liam, but he wasn't in the mood for his jokes. I was too mesmerized by his accent to realize what just happened

"Now if you'll excuse me, Clifford. I need to find out when orientation is, don't touch any of my things"

I rolled my eyes. He might be a good agent, but he does not know how to act like a normal human being. He's a human bean.

"I'm sorry about him, he's...different"

"That's alright, I understand," Michael ran his fingers through his thin hair, "He is the son of the head chief"