{COMPLETED} ✔ December Bloom

six

Norah;

"So the letter x is equal to the letter y because…" I started then trailed off as I waited for him to continue and finish off the equation.

"The letters x and y are next to each other in the alphabet." he grinned down at me from his place in the seat next to the counter. I groaned inwardly and dropped my head onto the table which was littered with papers. Algebra papers.

How I hate it. I'm cursed with the ability to actually solve equations. God definitely hates me.

Dante and I have been stuck, sitting here, for one hour already and in that hour, Dante has made me into a complete wreck. The stupid dickwad pretends that he doesn't know anything, therefore, making me repeat everything. It is so tiring and I hate him, I truly do.

I took a few deep breaths ignoring a grinning Dante beside me, obviously happy about the fact that he pissed me off so easily. I lifted my head off the table and sighed. It was 6 already. I had a huge important test that I needed to desperately study for tomorrow and I wanted an early night. I turned to Dante.

"Okay. I know that you know this stuff. Stop playing the ass around here, alright? Unless you want to flunk then you have to shape up. And quit the funny man act. It's not going to earn you millions of dollars. Jeez, I've had enough of you already. I have a damn test to study for and I want an early night. Look, let's call it night, okay? Tomorrow, I'm coming over to your dorm for your tutoring at 4:30, yes? Okay, great." I rushed then stood up, quickly gathering everything and stuffing it all into his backpack without even hesitating.

Everyone would call me insane to try and make Dante leave so quickly. I don't even get it. He's not hot. Braden is. He's just an asshole. Braden's just…a great guy.

I raced to the door and threw it open, Dante quietly following behind. He seemed confused a little but covered it up nonetheless with a smirk.

"What? Don't tell me, Norah Parker is afraid to actually be…spotted with me?! Gasp!" he cried, throwing his hands up in mock-terror. I ignored him however.

"Okay, great seeing you, buh-bye!" I told him, sarcasm dripping from my voice and I shut the door in his face. Again. I turned and leant against the wall, slowly sinking down so I was crouching, my head in my hands.

Crap, I thought as I felt the beginnings of a headache coming on.

I hate Dante and all his smirking, needing to be tutored rubbish.

"I know you're still there. Go!" I yelled from inside my dorm.

"Remember, we're doing World History!" he sung through the door in a light-hearted tone.

"GO!" I yelled at him again and heard the slight huff of Dante as he walked away.

I groaned loudly as I heard the faint beeping of my alarm clock somewhere in the world of reality. I was still stuck in the limbo world known as Dreams. I reluctantly rubbed my eyes, opening them and peering blearily at the flashing red digits. I reached my hand out to switch off the alarm and turned over at the same time resulting in me ending up on the floor.

Yay me.

Not.

That's going to bruise…

I winced as I stretched, pushing the button on my alarm clock to switch it off. It ceased immediately.

I got up and dragged myself to the bathroom, stepping into the shower.

Later, I re-entered my room in low-rider jeans that, you guessed it, rode quite low on my hips. I had thrown on a fitting black shirt with the word, 'Pfft' written in white letters across it. I yawned after messily making my bed. Okay, so I may really want everything to be neat and tidy but I usually don't bother with the beds. There's really no point, I mean, at the end of the day it's always the same. You always end up sleeping in it.

Well, I do at least, some people don't even use their own beds…

Okay, let's not go there.

I put a stop to the train of…unnerving…thoughts that were running through my head then. I walked out of my room and into the kitchen to see Jenna leaning against the counter, sipping from a pink mug with the words, 'Pink Candy…' written across it in white. Yeah, I know, weird.

I have to admit, I was slightly surprised to see her there. Reason being is that Jenna never wakes up early. She always sleeps in late because she's really lazy and because her classes don't start until a lot later. Mine start earlier than hers, plus, I get up early to go to the library to cram in some extra studying usually. Or to finish off homework.

I know, nerdy, isn't it?

Whatever.

"Hey." I greeted her, dropping my bag into one of our counter stools. She just grunted a reply in response.

"What's up with you?" I asked her, opening the fridge to take out a fresh, low-fat yoghurt. Jenna's convinced she's overweight. She is not. I find that she's just the right size but it's because of those idiotic magazines she buys ritually. You know, the modeling ones with all the anorexic or curvy celebrities posing in the latest fashions which mostly ends up being skin tight or revealing.

Ew.

Yet, Jenna's obsessed about it. Her looks, I mean. Like I said before, she isn't shallow. She's a great person but everyone has flaws right? And every girl is at least entitled to obsess about their looks at some point.

Personally, I don't care. About my looks. Really, there's no one around to impress. Just a bunch of airheads and who wants to impress them?

Huh, not me.

"Nothing." Jenna replies, her answer sounding quite limp.

"Yeah, there is something up. And I know that because I've been your best friend for what, eight years? I have that natural 'best mate' instinct." I told her, digging my spoon into the creamy yoghurt and lifting it to my lips.

"It's nothing. I'm just…tired. That's all." Jenna flashed me one of her smiles but it was fake. I shrugged once she was out of the kitchen, I'd figure it out sooner or later anyway.

I always do.