Ivy's League

Chapter Four: Meeting Sterling

Chapter Four:  Meeting Sterling

Room 302

I pushed the key into the keyhole and turned it to the right, unlocking the door. Marc and I entered the room.

"Wow, Ives," Marc admired the room, "this is awesome!" he exclaimed putting the boxes down.

He was right. This is definitely not what I was expecting, the room was huge! It had crisp white walls all around except for one wall that had rustic tiles, and a huge window near the back of the room, giving the room heaps of natural light. It had a small kitchen to my right equipped with a fridge, stove, sink and microwave. To my left, there was a closet for hanging coats and whatnot, and beside that there was a small, thin table with books on it. But the best part was the little lounge area the room had near the window. A white leather couch place against the right wall and two chairs opposite to it, angled inwards with a round glass table in the middle.

It was more like a small studio loft, rather than a high school dorm room. But then again, what else would I expect from a school that's tuition fees are over thirty-one- thousand dollars per year?

"Hey, Ivy," Marc's voice pulled me out of my thoughts, "check your room out!" he called out from somewhere.

I looked to my left to see a small corridor that lead to a door that was cracked open. I approached it slowly and gently nudged the door open, and nearly fainted.

The comfy looking queen sized bed was placed against a large white wall with light wooden bookshelves resting on either side. The dresser was next to the door and there was a comfy hanging chair resting in the corner near the window. This room was double the size of my actual room! It was beautiful, and the giant arched window placed against the wall just added to it.

"Am I in heaven?" I asked in a rather dazed voice.

I expected Marc to let out a small chuckle. Instead, I turned around to find a familiar blonde looking back at us.

"Charles?" I asked, cocking my head a little bit to the side, "Why are you in my dorm room?"

He scratched the back of his head and then looked down.

I looked down to see a box with my name on it in his hands.

"I got asked to deliver this to you..." he trailed, "I was actually holding it in the elevator as well, I guess it didn't occur to me that you were the one I was supposed to give it to."

I laughed a bit, and ran my hand through my hair. He was too cute.

"I was running around the hall trying to find who the fuck Ivy Ericson was, because god forbid they actually put an address on it!" he huffed. "So I was heading back to my dorm, when I noticed the your door slightly open and I heard your voice. I suddenly remembered your name and now, here I am!" he finished, panting.

I turned to Marc, who just looked very amused with the cute boy standing in front of us.

"Well thanks for going through all that trouble, Charles." I thanked him, holding the box he gave to me.

"No problem," he assured me, "Oh, and tonight there's a welcoming party for all students coming back to school, you should come." he offered.

I hesitated, do I really want to go to a party on the first night in? Part of me was saying that I need to slowly ease into life at this school, but the other part of me was like 'fuck it'."