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PART: 11

RING! RING! RING!

They set the fucking alarm clock in my room! I smash down the button and curl up in a ball. The room is freezing, but it's warm under the covers. That's the best temperature to sleep in. I drift back off then wake up again. It did say breakfast is optional. If I skip, I'll be hungry during training. I groan getting out of bed.

I head into the bathroom. They have the necessities laid out on the counter and in the pull out drawers. The mirror is square shaped with fluorescent lights stringing around it. I would get high in this bathroom. A new toothbrush and toothpaste lie next to the sink.

I scrub my teeth with the minty paste. Was this room mine before I got mad and left? Girl things are in here like tampons and some makeup. The deodorant is the scent of roses with the body wash and shampoo in the shower the scent of vanilla and lavender. I've only seen guys in charge around here. I sure as hell know Landon didn't stock the rooms. It could be that other asshole, Steven. Another jerk I have to deal with now.

I spit all the germs from my sleep into the sink, rising with water. I wash my face and brush my hair back into a ponytail. After that, I check the dressers for clothes. Mostly black clothing with a few dark colors mixed in. I grab a long sleeved black shirt and yoga pants to train in.

In the top drawer lies folded underwear and bras. Somehow, the bras are in my size. Alright, this is getting creepy. Plus if they have clothes stocked in the dressers, did they expect the people who've moved to come train to drop their things and dress in these clothes? I'm not gonna question these things anymore.

I undress out of my jacket, loose white T-shirt and SpongeBob pajama pants Landon made a comment about. I bet he sleeps in boxers with small hearts on them. Honestly, I picture him sleeping in either a tight black shirt or no shirt at all with some black sleeping pants. I shake my head at the thoughts I'm having.

I put the sports bra on. This is the best sports bra I have ever had. It's a sea green with yellow lace that covers my entire chest. Having large boobs looks good, but is a pain with exercising. This will keep them from jumping all over the place and causing me pain. I cover up most of the time so no one can see my body. It's a habit. In the bottom drawer are some shoes. I look at my slippers near my bed, shake my head, and put on a pair of sneakers.

I go downstairs to the cafeteria. It isn't full with as many people as I thought. That could also be from the option of not showing up. Trays are laid out in a heated metal buffet table. Plastic wrap covers the top of the trays. I pick one up that holds pancakes, eggs, and bacon. Moving down the line are different kinds of fruits you can add, with condiments like syrup, salt and pepper, ketchup, those kind of things.

I remove the wrap to add salt and pepper to my eggs and syrup to my pancakes. I then choose an apple then orange juice from the freezer.

Five tables are lined across each other in the white based cafe. The table that has the most people is the first one. They are all teens. I spot only two adults and they are sitting together at the second table right behind the teens. The rest of the tables hold three to four people. In the back, Landon sits alone at his table.

I don't know anybody else. He hates me, but that doesn't mean we can't sit with each other in silence, right? I walk over with my food, sitting down on the red chair connected to the table. Landon cuts his eyes at me while chewing a piece of bacon.

"Morning," I smile, sounding the nicest I can. "Is the food good?"

"This is my table," Landon says, finishing his piece of bacon. I notice his red hair is swept back today and it looks good on him. I snap out of my thoughts and look him in the eyes.