I Have To Share A Room With This Strange, Delinquent, Gorgeous Boy? WHY ME!?(1)

8) I Have To Share A Room With This Strange, Delinquent, Gorgeous Boy? WHY ME!?

When I arrived at school everyone I had met the previous day was standing at the entrance together.

“Hey, look, it’s Hero” I heard Adam point out as I approached their direction.

“Hey!” Christa called to me, waving her arm. I smiled and walked up to them.

“Hi guys” I said cheerfully.

“Yay! It’s Herooooo!” Hunter jumped on the spot and appeared to be doing some kind of dance. Despite the fact that he was the same age as me - he reminded me of a little kid.

“You’re looking positively beautiful today, Madame” Sean made some kind of bowing gesture towards me, and I giggled.

“Sean, you’re such a tease” Christa smirked, and rolled her eyes.

“Am not!” Sean insisted. Christa laughed.

“How did you find your first day here then?” Adam asked me.

“It wasn’t bad at all” I replied “I definitely prefer it to my last school”

“Well of course you prefer it here! You have US!” Hunter said, throwing his arm around my shoulder. I giggled again.

“Hey! Get your hands off her!”

Before I knew what was going on I felt myself being snatched away into a different pair of warm, tender arms.

“Hi, Hero” Luke whispered into my ear, making chills run up and down my body and my heart accelerate to a million miles an hour.

“H-hi” I squeaked.

“Hey! You stole my friend!” complained Hunter, folding his arms and pouting. He resembled a little kid even more at that point (discarding the bright red hair, of course).

“No! She’s mine now!” Luke joked, picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder just as Rocket had done the night before.

"Rocket..."

I forced a laugh as Luke began to run with me slung over his shoulder, with Hunter running closely behind us trying to catch up.

“You okay up there, Hero?” Luke panted whilst running.

“Mmhm” I replied, getting slightly nervous. Luke was also very tall. Lucky for me, Hunter ran out of breath pretty quickly, and Luke lowered me gently down from his shoulder before leading back into the group.

“That was very amusing” Christa said. Then, much to our disappointment, the bell rang for lessons. My first lesson of the day was art, which I shared with Adam and Sean. We said goodbye to everyone else, and Luke hugged me goodbye, which surprised me initially, but it was thoroughly enjoyable, then we parted ways and headed to our lessons.

“The art teacher is hilarious” Sean said as we walked towards the class.

“Yeah. She’s totally blind, and doesn’t know who she’s talking to most of the time” Adam agreed.

“She still thinks that my name is Herbert Douche Krapper” Sean told Adam with a grin, and Adam laughed.

“She’s fucking lost it” he said.

“So, I take it you guys don’t actually get much art done?” I asked.

“None whatsoever” Adam agreed “It’s awesome”

Those guys were very right about our art teacher. I could tell from the moment I walked in that this was going to be a very fun lesson. Her name was Ms. Robson, and she couldn’t have been any taller than about five feet. Her hair was huge and frizzy and stuck up all over the place. Her back was hunched slightly and decorated with a very colourful shawl with a pattern that made it look like someone had just thrown up over it. And her glasses were so thick, they came about five inches away from her face, yet she still squinted when she looked around. I walked up to her.