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Sorry; this chapter kinda took me
really long to writee; just haven't been
in the mood; Enjoy!(:
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When we get to the Boulevard High Rehabilitation Center I pick up my bags, kiss my dad goodbye, and take a deep breath. I pull my aviators down over my eyes and walk up to the stone door. A gorgeous man with smokey gray eyes, a surfers body, shaggy black hair, and a little stuble, walks over to the door and holds it open for me. He sends me a smile baring his perfect teeth with a slight chip on one of his front teeth. I hold up to my rough look and walk right in ignoring his gesture. I could almost feel his smile fade behind me.
I walk up to the first counter I say to be greeted by an all too perky lady with a blonde bob. "Hello. How may I help you?" The receptionist with a little too much perk asks me. "I'm here to check in." She shoots me a smile that sends shivers down my back. "Oh, yes. Blake Stones I presume? I'm Caroline, the receptionist here at Boulevard High. " I sigh wondering how she knows my name. "For sure." She pulls out a bunch of papers and has me sign my name on a bunch of lines beside an X.
A small girl with acne and pigtails comes up behind the receptionist shooting me the same perky smile. "I love your glasses can I see them?" The petite girl reaches over to grab my glasses and I immidietaly slap her hand away. "Don't touch me!" I snap at her through clenched teeth. She immediately starts blushing and hangs her head in shame. "I'm sorry." She mumbles in defeat. I mentally pat myself on the back. Caroline shoots me a glare that I am able to catch through the corner of my eye, while she enters some things into her computer. I look over at a little lounge and fine the gorgeous guy who held the door for me surrounded by a bunch of women. I can't help but notice he has a little chin dimple like John Travolta in Grease.
I feel a half smile form on my mouth and quickly wipe it off when I hear Carolines annoyingly perky voice. "This is my daughter, Rosie, she will escort you to your room, Mrs. Stones." "Blake!" I snap at Caroline and shoot a mischievous grin at Rosie. "Let's go midget." "Right." She mumbles leading me to an elevator. "Your on the third floor with all the fellow drug addicts. I'm sorry, let me explain. The first floor is where the groups are held, the indoor pool, the lounge, the food court, and the lobby are." She presses a button and the elevator heads up. "The second floor is for the alcoholics, the third floor is for the drug addicts, and the fourth floor, sex addicts." I nod my head and the elevator dings at what seems to be my stop.
Rosie hands me a paper with my room number and an envelope with my two copies of my room key. 412. "Thanks, midget." She lets out a small sigh. "It's Rosie." She mumbles, leaving me barely able to catch it. "Whatever." She leads me over to my room and inserts one of the keys. The door opens up to a fairly sized room with two twin sized beds. Which immidietely catches me offgaurd. I turn abruptly causing Rosie to bump into me. "I have a roomate!" I scream clearly peeved. "Yes. Everyone has a roomate." she states slowly like im stupid. "Ughh.. !" I scream and throw my bags on one of the beds.
A girl with red hair down to her waist and freckles comes out of what I believe to be the bathroom in a pink towel. She has high cheeck bones, full pink lips, a nice figure, and smokey green-gray eyes.
Her head jerks to the left and she smiles at me. "I'm Jenna. And-"Jenna is interupted by her head jerking once more and a grunting sound. "And thats my bed." she says playfully placing my bag on the right bed. I look at her in a confused way and she seems to have noticed. "I have tourettes. I drown my -"Again Jenna is interupted. Not by a jerk of her head or the clearing of her throat, but a hiccup sounding cough. She clears her throat and starts again. I give her a reassuring smile and she shoots one back. "Like I was saying, before I was so rudely interupted. " She jokes managing to get a laugh out of me and not a single interuption. "I drown my sorrows in coke and ended up in rehab." She manages throughout a few tics that she seems to ignore.
"I'm Blake." I reach over to shake her hand which jerks at my touch and Jenna quickly mouths a sorry towards me. I smile and shrug it off. For some reason I like Jenna. "I'm gonna go get changed and then I'll show you around." Jenna manages to end with a grunt. "In the meanwhile-" Jenna shouts out a random word I've never heard off and continues. "You should unpack." She sends me another smile and heads off towards the bathroom.
I look around the small room and notice that Rosie's not there. I don't mind, so I keep looking around. I hear a few of Jenna's tics when I notice a large window overlooking a small town in California. I notice a small beach and the sun shining brightly. I decide I'm going to visit the beach one day. I might even bring Jenna along.
I lift up my Ray Bans and view the rest of the room. Theres two twin sized beds against the wall to the right. I look to my left and notice two walk-in closets. Perfect. I open up the one on the right which I assume to be mine due to all the posters and stuff on the left one. I walk into the closet and to my left there is a bar full of hangers and on my right is a dresser. I like the set up and smile to myself stepping out of the closet. I walk farther into the room and notice a gorgeous leather maroon colored couch and a large plasma screen t.v. (cable included). I laugh at the notice of the universal remote on an end table. Jenna is my kind of girl. I hear another one of her tics reminding me that Jenna is there.
I turn to my left and notice another door. The bathroom I presume. I unpack my stuff and for some reason I'm a little bit sad that Antonio's not there to help me. Whatever. For the rest of the time I'm here I have to stay focused on me.
Just as I finish unpacking I hear the bathroom door creak open and feel Jenna's presence. I turn around and shoot her a smile. She looks really pretty. She's wearing a white button up shirt that compliments her fair skin, red hair, and light freckles. She has on black true religion skinny jeans and bright pink pumps.
"Ready?" She asks finishing with a grunt. "For sure."
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