{COMPLETED} ✔ December Bloom

five

Finally.

School was finished for today, I think I would've died if I had to spend anymore longer in lessons.

I flopped lazily onto my bed in my own bedroom in me and Braden's dorm room which we both shared. Thank god we didn't have the tiny cramped ones with the kitchen, living room, dining room all squeezed together, with only one bedroom meant to be shared for two room mates. Me and Braden had the large kind of dorm, kitchen in it's own room, dining and living shared, separate bedrooms, that kind that only the most expensive money can buy.

Okay, I know what you're thinking, exactly what Norah was thinking at lunch time.

'The only reason you got in here was because of Daddy darling's money…'

Wrong.

That bitch doesn't know anything. Nothing.

I used my grades to get into the damned school although I don't know why I even tried. It's Hell. And who even names a school 'Ocean Vista High Boarding School'?

Talk about lame.

However, this school does have its benefits at times.

Tutoring is NOT one of them.

I groaned quietly as I lifted up my head, glancing at the clock on my bedside table, it's bright digital red numbers glaring at me. I glared right back at them.

4:45.

Jesus, already? I rolled off my bed, stretching as I stood up. I glanced down at myself then shrugged, deciding I looked fine. Baggy jeans, large black shirt, old Vans on my feet. Why should I dress up anyway? She's a classified bitch.

I glanced at the clock again, 4:50.

I grabbed my books needed for the session and set off, wondering where Braden was.

I arrived at her dorm. Number 133. I raised my hand to knock then decided, fuck it. Why should I be nice? I clenched my hands and hammered impatiently on her door. I kept doing it incessantly for a few times until I heard a click. I withdrew my hand to see a very annoyed female, surprisingly almost as tall as me, answer the door.

"No one home." she spat then slammed the door angrily in my face. I just stood there, my mouth slightly agape I'm sure as Norah closed the door in my face.

My eyes narrowed as my brain just registered what had just happened.

No one just slams a door in my face.

The nerve.

I raised my hand again, shifting my backpack on my shoulder, and began my hammering again.

The door opened.

"What do you want? There's no one home!" Norah told me when she had opened the door again, annoyance plain in her voice.

At least she didn't shut it in my face.

Well, not yet.

"Tutoring?" I told her, pretty sure a 'der' expression on my face. She breathed out heavily, closing her eyes as she contemplated whether letting me in or not. I chose that time to study her.

She was tall, way tall. Not as tall as me though, I was still quite a few inches taller. She just came up to half-way on the bridge of my nose.

I looked at her as she tilted her head back, muttering under her breath. She was wearing an old, worn-out pair of baggy jeans which were ripped at the bottoms (most likely, she had changed out of her new ones), a large light gray sweatshirt, with the words written in a dark purple 'Ocean Vista' spread right across it, adorned the upper half of her body making her look really shapeless. I rolled my eyes at seeing this. Jeez.