When I got my suitcases I grabbed the nearest cab and directed him to the school. When we drove through the gates and he deposited me outside the front of the school, I looked around. Wow! I thought. Welcome to the world of the wealthy, Kiran. I grabbed my map from my purse and started lugging my suitcases up a cobbelstoned path that seemed like it never ended. Students were starting to come out of their classes, and some were coming into my dorm. I walked in, wondering why the guys were giving me weird looks. One nerdy looking guy was staring at me for so long I turned on him.
"Is there something on my face?" I asked.
"I - no -"
"Then stop staring. What floor is room 305 on?" I sighed.
"Second." He gawked at me. His friends punched him in the arm. I rolled my eyes and wlaked over the the elevator, not wishing to go up the corwded stairs.
"I'll be down in a sec!" A guy followed my in as I dropped my bag. He bent to pick it up.
"Thanks." I smiled, completly melting, smothered under his dark eyes. He was tall, and looked like the doppelganger of VJ from America's Most Smartest Model. He smilked back, looking a bit confused.
"What're you doing here?" He asked.
"Going to my dorm room?" I raised an eyebrow at him. "Mind explaining why everyone is staring at me?"
"This is the guys dorm - are you sure you're in the right place?" I handed him my paper.
"J hall, rom 305." I said.
"Wait. That's my room." He half smiled.
"Sorry." I said. "I guess I can go to the head and see if they can get me moved."
"Nah, don't worry about it. I know for a fact that the rest of the dorm rooms are packed full. I had the only single bed room" He said. "I'm Brett, by the way."
"Kiran." I shook his outstretched hand. "This is going to be interresting."
"You got that right." He smiled and led me to the room. He opened the door and I walked in. There was an extra bed across the room from his. His bed was made, his black sheets not perfectly straight, but made. The faint sent of Polo Black colone was resting lightly in the air. I set down my things next to my bed.
"So what time is dinner?" I asked.
"It starts in fifteen minutes." He said. "Do you want me to help you unpack?"
"If you really want to." I smiled.
"Alright, just a sec." He pulled out his iPhone 4 and called someone. "Hey Matt, I'll catch up with you guys later, k? Alright, bye."
"So how old are you?"
"Eighteen. I'm a senior." He came over and helped me lift my bags up onto the ded and open them. "Are you a senior?"
"Yeah. I'm seventeen, though, turning eighteen next month." I said. "How long have you been going here?" I asked him.
"Since ninth grade. My dad is the head of school, so I guess he trusts me enough to let me room with you. Either that or he really didn't care." He smiled at me and helped my hang up my shirts. "Where're you from?"
"America." I said. "I lived in Miami, Florida."
"Well, welcome to France." The boarding school was set out in the country side, far away from the near cities. While he finished the shirts and jeans I put away my bras and underwear in the bottom two drawrs of the dresser. I pulled out my makeup bag and set that on the top, and set my shower stuff, hair dryer and straightener on the top as well as my Vera Wang perfume.
