Falling for the Sinner

Chapter 2

James shook my shoulder lightly as he stretched one of his arms to yawn, "what" I groan. "We're here" he gruffly said, his voice still filled with sleep. I stretched my arms and emitted a strange noise from inside. James chuckled at me before getting up and stretching his legs, I followed him soon after.

After leaving the comfort of first class James and I waited by the luggage claim to retrieve our bags. James and I spotted his bag and one of mine, but where was the other one? I waited patiently for another five minutes before annoyance bubbled in me. I paced back and forth trying to calm my nerves and I felt James speak up, "hey isn't that your bag over there"? I looked towards the direction his finger pointed at and long behold there was my bag, swiftly rounding the airport getting father away from me. I sprinted towards my bag, bumping into strangers along the way. "Screw it" I thought as I carefully jumped onto the conveyor belt. I slid past and tiptoed over suitcases before I finally reached my own. I grabbed it quickly and carefully made my way down. I sat my suitcase next to me on the ground while I flattened down my slightly wrinkled dress. As I walked back towards James everyone was giving me odd stares, but right now I really didn't give a hoot, I was tired, hungry, and droopy. "Ready"? I asked James and he nodded with amused eyes.

We crossed the airport to the money exchanged and we both received our correct currency, wow this was really different. We pocket our money and exited the cool interior of Heathrow airport to a windy London. James called us a cab and we told the cab driver whose name was Jenkins that we were heading to Westwood, he let out a loud smokers cough before pulling out of the airport.

On the cab ride I tried my hardest to look out of the window and get a first taste of what this place looks like, but I'm afraid I was to tried to even hold my head up. I leaned my head on Jame's shoulder before closing my heavy eyes. Twenty minutes later I felt James lightly ruffle my hair "get up sleepy head". he whispered. 

I sat up with a groan and I slightly shook my head to wipe the drowsiness away. James and I shared the cab fair even though James insisted to pay for it himself. We grabbed our bags from the trunk and stood across the street from WestWood. I took this time to observe my surroundings and the street was beautiful and so was the school. The school has brick walls on either side that formed an archway entry. It had a asphalt pathway running through the middle, with tons of bright green grass on the sides. 

James and I walked across the street and up the path that leads to the school. As we passed many people waved and smiled at us making me feel a little more at ease with this new adjustment. We headed up the huge concrete steps that lead into the school and walked in something that looked like a lobby. It had swirled marbled floors and a few couches on the wall with a reception desk on the left. Behind the desk was an elderly woman reading a magazine, James got her attention by knocking lightly on the desk. "Excuse me" he began "but we're new and I was wondering where we could get our classes". "Can I have your names please" the elderly lady tiredly replied. "James Rodgers and Ronnie Caraway" we both responded. She typed fast on her keyboard and soon two papers came shooting from the printer. "Here you go" she said while handing us two warm sheets of paper. We walked outside of the lobby and set our suit cases on the edge of the steps as we assessed our papers. "Well looks like I'm in dorm 3E" James muttered. "I'm in 7E" I told him, thank god for co-ed dorms. 

We grabbed our luggage and heading towards one of the many gigantic buildings on the campus. We came to a stop at a large brick building with double doors, a plate next to the door read 'Dorms A-C" I let out a huge sigh as James and I picked up our bags once again and made our way to a building some feet away. The plate next to the doors read 'Dorms D-F", finally. We entered through the double doors and found it looked like any regular apartment building. It had mailboxes with different last names on the left and towards the back it had a spiral staircase. We made our way to the stairs and I grabbed the cool metal banister, we climbed to the second floor. We walked down a hallway with wooden floors and doors set a few feet apart. 'Well looks like this is me" James said as he turned to a black painted door that read "3E". "If you need anything I'm right up the hall" he told me reassuringly, I nodded and gave him a one handed hug before I made my way further down the hall.