I walked through the cold dorm barefoot. It was six in the morning on a Saturday. The hallway was empty as I made my way to the dorm showers. It was odd that it was so quiet. Normally there would be cursing and fighting.
I sighed. I hated this place, it was horrible.
‘It’s kind of your fault,’ I thought to myself, ‘If you haven’t of ran you’d still be at home.’
This place totally sucked, I mean what kind of place puts boys and girls in the same dorm?
I finally made it to the showers and walked in. I turned the hot water on and pulled my gown off stepping into the steamy warmth of the water. I closed my eyes and relaxed. It was rare times like these that I enjoyed, when no one was around trying to start shit. I let the hot water wash the soap off my body and shut the water off.
I wrapped a large towel around myself and walked out into the hall.
“Day!” I heard a familiar whisper.
Spencer Nicks stood with his head poking out of his door.
“What Spence? I’m cold.” I said shivering.
“There’s a hot famous guy in my room.” He whisper shouted.
His face was all dreamy as he thought of a famous hot guy in his room.
“So?” I asked.
“Come and look at him.” Spencer said looking behind his shoulder.
“Spence, I’m in a towel.” I protested.
I looked at the gown in my hand. I should have put it back on. Before I could protest further Spencer pulled me into his room, and the idiot shut the door.
“Dammit!” I exclaimed trying to open it and of course it was no use.
“Dammit, dammit, shit, fuck, Hell Fire!” I exclaimed, “It won’t open!”
“You know how long we’ll be stuck in here?” Spence asked.
“I know.” I said calmly.
“No one ever comes to my room.”
“I know.” I said gritting my teeth.
“And the staff are never around during the day.”
“I know!” I shouted.
I stood there glaring at Spence until I noticed a person laying in the bed on the right wall that was once empty.
He groaned and sat up, “What the hell is going on?”
He looked around the room. I thought he was kind of cute until his eyes landed on me and he smirked. Oh this guy, this guy I could tell was a douche.
“Day this is Chase Lovelace!” Spence cried out happily.
“Chase who?” I asked. I had no idea who this guy was.
“You know, he stared in all those teen movies.” Spence said.
I looked at this Chase guy. He had dark hair and movie star good looks paired with bright green eyes. He looked a little disgruntled that I had no idea who he was.
“I’m sorry Chance, but I have no idea who you are.” I said acting like I forgot his name.
But honestly I didn’t know who he was.
“It’s Chase.” The guy said with a glare.
I sat down with an over exaggerated sigh, “What’s the difference? Chase, Chance? They sound the same to me.”
I heard Spencer gasp. Honestly I didn’t care if this guy was famous. He was here at Gooding Boarding School for troubled teens so he wasn’t any better than me, so why should I give him special treatment?
I laughed at his expression. Looks like I kicked his ego down a notch.
“Cat got your tongue?” I asked laughing.
“More like a bitch.” Chase answered.
I admit I was being a bitch, but I really didn’t like this guy one bit.
He got up and went to the door.
“We’re locked in.” I stated bored.
Chase groaned, “But I got to piss.”
“Piss out the window then.” I said studying my nails.
“Oh, that is just triffilin’.” Spencer said making a disgusted face.
I shrugged my shoulders. I didn’t care if it was nasty and most likely the guy wouldn’t do it.
“How about I just piss on you.” Chase retorted.
“Ah, that’s just all kinds of fucked up.” Spence said.
“No thanks, Pretty boy, but I ain’t into any of that kinky shit.” I said.
With that Chase opened the window and he pissed.
Spence and I made faces at Pretty boys back.
That was indeed very as Spencer says “Triffilin’”
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My Days At Gooding Boarding School For Troubled Teens
JugendliteraturDay has never been in trouble until one night someone draws a gun and shoots a man and then shoves the gun in Day's hands and takes off leaving her with it when the police arrive. She does what most people would do and drops the gun and books it. In...