Runaway (A not so cliche Arrange Marriage story......Probably)

Chapter 2

Looking about, my eyes finally landed on a bulky looking guy holding up a sign with my name on it. I headed over.

“Are you Mr. Blake Johnson?” He asked in a gruff voice.

I nodded as he gestured to follow him. Outside he pulled open the door of a very fancy looking silver car and put my stuff in, with me following close behind. The car ride was quiet and suffocating in a way. I was relieved when we finally arrived.

The building in from of me was unexpectedly large. As it was called The Hardwick Boarding School for Troubled Boys, I didn't expect it to be so extravagant It was a school for troublemakers so I kind of expected it to be more I don't know, less extravagant?

Following the signed I was able to reach the main office without getting lost. Sitting in a desk inside was a strict looking lady, who I assume is the secretary. I waited but it doesn't seem like she noticed me as she continued typing away on her computer.

”Uh hey?” I waved my hands in her face.

All of the sudden her head snapped up. “What!” She gave me a death glare, which I returned. She was the one at fault here and she's glaring at me as if it was my fault. One word. Bitch. “I m new.” I started simply.

”Blake Johnson,” she said in an annoyed snappy tone.

I nodded as she handed me a whole bunch of papers and stuff. “That's your schedule, room keys, and whatever.” I rolled my eyes and I grabbed the things and walked out, not looking back.

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I had to take an elevator. Yes you heard me an elevator, to get to my room that's on the 6th floor.

I was shocked when I entered my new room. I was told that I would have some roommates and this wasn't what I had expected. The room looked brand new, all nice and tidy. The complete opposite of a normal male room. I mean take Shane for example. There is not one spot on the floor that was not covered and you would not want to try to breath there. Uhh, I shivered at the memory.

I slowly stepped inside. There was a kitchen, an area with some couches and a plasma T.V, and two doors, which if I had to guess was the rooms. My other roommates doesn't seem to be here and I have no clue what so ever which room was mine, so I guess I ll have to wait.

I laid down in the couch and flipped though the channels. Not long after, my eyelids got heavy as I dozed off.