Why I Hate Wednesdays

The Mistake

A/N: Hello and welcome to my new story, anyone bothering to read this! Please forgive me if I have made any grammatical errors in this story, I tend to write while I have ideas then forget to edit. So if I have made an error or missed any letters, please tell me! Also tell me if the POV jumps around too much. So without further ado, Enjoy!

Stacy P.O.V

I sighed, finally alone in my dorm. It was time for me to start my third year at Marcel-Grishams Academy for the Gifted. I had been visiting family overseas during the break, and spent most of the night on a plane back here. My back ached, I could barely keep my eyes open, and my head was throbbing. "Thank goodness I don't have a roommate." I mumbled to myself, scanning the room. I would have to unpack later, but for now, a nap wouldn't hurt. I lay down on my bare mattress, and slowly drifted into the blissful emptiness of sleep.

Ari P.O.V

I stumbled towards my new dorm room, struggling to hold all of my luggage. I had moved here only recently, so I was looking forward to settling into my new dorm and meeting my new roommate. I looked at the slip of paper in my hand. On it was my dorm number and my new roommate's name. "Stacy..." I murmured. I hoped that we could get along. A new friend would be wonderful in this strange new world of Marcel-Grishams Academy for the Gifted. "Stacy..."

Stacy P.O.V

I woke up to muffled cursing and the sound of a mattress hitting the bed frame. I opened my eyes. "Seriously, how hard is it to put on a blasted sheet!" a girl with red-tipped hair was growling to herself, death staring the mattress. I glared at her. She was obviously in the wrong room, and she couldn't even be bothered to try and keep the noise down, despite knowing that there was a person asleep next to her. 'Just who does that whelp think that she is?'

Ari P.O.V

I picked up the sheet again. It was not going to defeat me. I would put it on the mattress. If only the mattress wasn't so heavy. I might actually be able to do this. Sighing, I lifted the mattress. "Who the hell are you?!" An angry snarl from behind me made me drop the mattress again. I yelped and turned around. My new roommate was awake and glaring at me. "S-sorry," I stuttered nervously, "Did I w-wake you?" If looks could kill I would have been obliterated. She looked at me like I was stupid. "No kidding. Answer my question, whelp." My hopes of having a new friend were getting slimmer by the second. "I-I'm A-Ari." I wished I could stop stuttering. It was embarrassing, and I really needed to make a good impression. Not that there was much of a chance of that anyway. Her glare was burning holes through me. "Why are you in my room, whelp?" She asked. I was shaking now. She was scary. Seriously scary. She could go as herself for Halloween and everyone would run away screaming. Not that she was ugly or anything. Not at all. in fact, she was seriously pretty. Blonde hair, blue eyes, tan skin, slim build, perfect facial features... "Quit staring and answer the bloody question whelp!" I yelped as she shouted at me. My face felt like it was on fire. "I-I'm staying here n-now. This is my d-dorm room..." I trailed off. I had never seen anyone look as furious as she did then. "Hell no. Get out." I stuttered a protest at her. "Now, whelp!" she yelled at me. I flinched backwards, away from her. She grabbed me by the collar, pure hatred boiling in her eyes. 

Stacy P.O.V

"Now ladies, is there a problem?" I turned towards the door, still holding onto the girl's collar. Margaret, one of the dorm monitors, was standing at the door, staring at me. I let go of Ari's collar. That whelp had better not get me expelled. "Sorry to disturb you Margaret," I began, ignoring Ari's whimpering. The girl was shaking worse than a leaf in a cyclone. "This girl is in the wrong room, and woke me up with all the noise she was making." I sighed, sitting back down on my bed. The whelp was pressed up against the wall on the spare bed, shaking. "B-but I'm m-meant to be h-here." She stuttered. "At least, th-that's what my paper says." She held out a piece of paper to me. Printed on it was my name and dorm room number. "That can't be right!" I snatched the paper from her and read it again. Definitely this room. But I specifically said on my dorm entry that I didn't want a roommate. So why the hell am I stuck with her? Margaret smiled at me. "Sorry Stacy, I know you didn't want a roommate, but she needed somewhere to go. Our only other option was with Alisha, and there's no way we are forcing Ari to share a room with her. You know how Alisha is." Margaret had a point. I did know how Alisha was. She had a different boy in her room every night. The school had stopped giving her roommates because of it. "Besides," Margaret continued, "having a friend won't do you any harm. So don't hurt her, okay. She's new here. At least try to get along, please?" Margaret looked at me pleadingly. I sighed. "Fine." I said. Margaret smiled and left. I turned to my new roommate. If I'm going to be stuck with her, I may well lay out the rules.

Ari P.O.V

My new roommate turned to me. I shook. I hated how cowardly I was being, but she was scary. She held out her hand. I flinched, expecting to be hit. "Really?" I looked up at her. She rolled her eyes, her hand still held out to me. I shook it hesitantly. "Finally." She rolled her eyes again. "I'm Stacy, your new roommate. Welcome to Marcel-Grishams Academy for the Gifted, blah blah blah. Get off the bed." The sudden command startled me. I didn't move from my spot, staring at her. "Move it whelp!" She snapped at me. I jumped and moved from the bed. She picked up the sheet. I realised what she was doing. "I-I can do that! R-really, you don't need to b-bother!" I was  still stuttering. She rolled her eyes at me, pushing me away when I tried to help her. "Watch and learn whelp. If you're staying here, you need to know how to make your own bed." I stared at her as she proceeded to make my bed for me. She was pretty nice, in her own, rough way, it seemed. Maybe we could get along better. Maybe.