{COMPLETED} ✔ December Bloom

three

I did mention that we're in a boarding school didn't I?

No?

Oh well, here we go.

Ocean Vista High Boarding School.

Okay, so for the past two years Wes, Jenna and I have been attending this same boarding school with the same student body. How we all abhor them. They're all stuffed up, posh, snobby and practically live off Daddy's money by buying the latest Dolce sunglasses, Gabbana shoes and whatever other fucked up shit there is to buy.

Us three, we're real. We got into this school because of our grades and smarts. We used our brains. They used the money. We hate them all and they easily return the favour. Apart from one or two who used their smarts and not their little green notes.

They're all about the latest in Prada and whatnot. Who even gives a damn?

Oh, that's right, even more ditzes who are alike to them in every way apart from when it comes down to the jealously and boyfriend thing.

I rolled my eyes once more and snaffled more crisps off from Wes who just looked annoyed at me.

"What?" I looked at him with wide eyes, an annoyed look to match his own.

"You're a pig, Nors."

"Thank you very much."

"No, really."

"Again, thank you very much."

Wes rolled his eyes while I just sniggered at him.

"Uh-oh, blonde bimbo alert at 12:00." I heard Jenna mumble so I ever-so casually turned my head around to see a petite blonde girl with huge breasts (I am so sure they are silicone-enhanced) throw herself at Braden. Literally. She came skipping up and tried to leap into his arms. Note the word 'tried'. She tripped though and fell onto the hard floor. Ouch. I don't like these bimbos usually but I do know what it's like to feel pain, especially falling on hard floor. I can sympathize.

I turned back to the front and shook my head as Braden bent down to help her up whilst the girls all glared at her, envious looks on their faces. I may love Braden but that doesn't mean I'm going to glare at the girl. No, I just scream profanities in my head.

"Jeez, when will these people ever learn? Crazy, I tell you." I muttered with annoyance laced in my voice. Jenna raised an eyebrow at me.

She knows I'm completely in love with Braden except she just calls it a minor blip in my brain saying that one day my brain's going to wake up and realize I don't love Braden.

Hah.

"What?" I asked her.

"Honey, you've got to get over yourself."

"Yeah." Wes jumped in. I rolled my head to look at him with one eyebrow raised. Needless to say, Wes knows it too. Der, like I can keep anything from him, he always wriggles it out of me one way or another.

"Pfft. I don't care. What I do care about though is they way all these blonde bimbos here, act. They're all throwing themselves at guys, I mean, honestly. It's really degrading to our gender, a total embarrassment. I mean sure, you like the guy but have some dignity for god's sake!" I ranted, making gestures with my hands.

Jenna rolled her eyes, knowing full well that I was about to start one of my very infamous rants. Then, she suddenly let out a squeak, eyes wide as she saw something behind me.

I mentally sighed and continued, thinking she just happened to see something behind me.

She did, oh boy did she ever.

Just not the thing I thought she was looking at.

Okay, I thought she was looking at the clock, how was I to know what she was looking at? Or, should I say, who?

"And the guys! God, they're just as bad! Sure, they can be sweet but at times they can be such jerks! Like, for example, take Dante Nichols. That ass! He's so arrogant and what a jerk. He has such a big ego I really don't understand what people see in him!" I ignored the look Jenna was giving me. Wide eyes and a slightly gaping mouth. She shut her mouth and started nodding her head at me, her eyes still wide. She gave me a few nudges with her feet. I just looked at her as if she was crazy. She certainly did look it anyway what with all those weirdo crazed gesture things. I rolled my eyes upon seeing this, I'd deal with her later. Right now, I'm on a roll!

"He's the biggest egoistical ass I've ever seen. He probably didn't even get into this school using his brains. Just Daddy darling's money, I honestly-ow! Hell, Jenna. What the heck did you kick me for?" I stopped my little tirade to reach down and rub my leg at the spot where she had kicked me. Hard. That's going to bruise tomorrow, that's for sure.

Jenna widened her eyes even more and nodded her head very subtly so it was barely noticeable.

Shit.

"They're right behind me, aren't they?" I closed my eyes then opened them again, taking a deep breath before turning around and putting on a sickly sweet smile.

"Yes?" I asked them in the most nicest and polite way possible.

All the girls hanging off the arms of the "Popular Crowd" glared at me. Seriously, if looks could kill, I'd be nothing but a small pile of ash. And let me tell you one thing, although I despise them all, those glares and looks they give you are scary. Honestly, scary. I quickly looked away from them, trying to ignore their fuming expressions and calmly looking up at the love of my life. (Even though he doesn't know it yet).

Braden looked down at me, his hands stuffed in his pockets, his face blank and expressionless. Then, a small smile graced those amazing lips of his and he threw back his head, laughing loudly. I just stared at him with one raised eyebrow.

Is he on crack?

Then, he stopped and shook his head whilst looking at me the whole time. I swallowed, hard as I stared at him.

Hey, you would be staring too if the love of your life laughed at your rant that included insulting your best friend which was not meant to come out as funny but serious.

"Oh my god, did you hear that, Dante? Hell! I like this girl already!" he chuckled, slapping Dante on the back. I refused to meet his eyes and instead, continued to stare at Braden who held out his hand to me.

"Sorry, maybe I should introduce myself. I'm Braden Saunders." he said as I shook his hand.

"Yeah, I know. I mean, my name's Norah Parker." I quickly corrected myself as he grinned at me.

"Figures, eh? Everyone would know." he said, giving me a friendly wink.

Can anyone hear my heart thumping loudly in my chest?

"Uh-huh." I nodded. Oh yeah. Smart answer, Norah. Go me. Please note the sarcasm.

"Anyway, Norah. I just wanted to introduce myself and my best mate here." Braden turned his head away from me to look at Dante and I slowly followed his gaze, meeting angry dark green eyes half-hidden by strands of long jet-black hair. He was wearing his usual smirk so I just rolled my eyes at him out of habit.

Not good.

If it was possible, he looked even more angrier. I mentally cringed.

"This is Dante Nichols. You're tutoring partners this year. So, is 5 alright for you? Tonight?" he announced and I snapped my head away from Dante to Braden, looking at him with wide eyes.

"What?" I asked him although I knew full well what he was talking about. Tutoring partners, one of the most lamest things ever. It's this whole damned school's idea. You get partnered up, boy/girl and tutor each other in the subjects the teachers feel you need to improve upon. Stupid, isn't it? I don't think I need to improve but the teachers here are ever so thorough. And annoying. Whenever they feel something isn't right, whoops! Tutoring partner!

Why oh why, couldn't I have gotten Braden Saunders?

Why Dante Nichols?

Why me?