Pureblood

Chapter Five: Class

That night, Leila finished fixing her room up. She propped her guitar in the corner that was free and nodded to herself looking around. Nora peeked from behind the half wall and gave her a surprised look. Leila grinned at her.

"Nice, right?"She asked. Nora's eyes danced over all the posters Leila had put up. Her walls were mostly covered. Leila had organized all of her books she'd brought on her desk, and made sure most of her side was decorated. Leila looked around at her own work. I hope this'll make it feel more like home. She closed her eyes, letting out a sigh. Nora hummed once.

"You play guitar?"Nora asked. Leila turned and looked at her, following her eyes to her guitar. Leila nodded, turning back to face her. She smiled.

"It's just about the only thing I do well,"Leila told her. She sat down on her bed with a sigh, reaching over and grabbing her guitar. She placed it on her lap, holding it at the right angle and knocking her strap out of the way. She pulled a pick out from the strings and began to pick at her guitar, tuning it. "It's my hobby." Nora leaned against the wall, her eyes admiring the black guitar Leila was holding.

"Is black your favorite color?"Nora asked. Leila looked up at her and nodded. She looked back down at it. "Why?"

"Black is a combination of all the colors with absent light." Nora's eyes went wide. Leila closed her eyes. "I just prefer things that way." Nora hummed at her. A sound came from outside the door.

"Sounds like Karen is back,"Nora spoke. Karen? Leila thought. She sat the guitar on her bed, following Nora out of the room. A girl was locking the door behind her, long golden hair trailing down her back. "Hey Karen." The girl turned, her eyes locking on Nora. She found Leila and frowned.

"That girl. Who is she?"Karen asked, pointing. Leila stiffened. She swallowed.

"Oh, this is Leila Atkins, she's new." Karen stared hard at her, huffing and turning away. Karen walked towards her room. Nora rolled her eyes as Karen slammed the door to her room. Nora looked back at Leila. "It's not you, it's her. She's got a permanent stick up her ass."

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Nora woke up to music playing. She frowned to herself, checking her phone's time. It was 7:30. She rose an eyebrow to herself. She climbed out of bed, peeking around the half wall to see Leila dancing to music. It was definitely 70's music. Nora blinked, surprised. She grinned to herself. Leila was definitely getting it. Nora waited until the lyrics came to the right part and then took a deep breath.

"Play that funky music white boy,"Nora sang. Leila tripped, surprised at the extra voice. She blinked looking up and seeing Nora with a wide grin. Leila's cheeks went bright red. Nora laughed. "I didn't know you could dance like that." Leila sighed, standing up. She turned the music off.

"Sorry...I dance to wake myself up in the mornings,"Leila told her. Nora nodded to herself. Leila sighed, sitting on the bed and stretching. "Sorry if I woke you up."

"It's fine, it's 7:30. I had to wake up anyway,"Nora replied. She turned to her closet and pulled clothes out. Leila sighed, standing and walking to her own closet, opening it. She began digging through her sea of black. "So, you like 70's music?" Leila hummed once, leaning out of her closet.

"Some,"Leila told her. She slid the door shut again and dropped her clothes on the bed. Leila moved, picking her hairbrush up and looking in the mirror on the closet door. She began brushing her hair and getting any loose tangles out. Nora watched her silently, crouching down and picking up some shoes.

"You like black, but never thought of dying your hair?" Leila frowned. She glanced at Nora in the mirror and ran a hand through her blonde hair.

"No. It's the one thing I won't do...I have my reasons." A flash memory of Megan ran through her head. Megan had always told her she envied her hair. It was something that out of all three siblings, only she had. She stiffened. Leila moved and began changing clothes, grabbing her stick of deodorant and putting it on before changing into her shirt. She pulled her skinny jeans up, buttoning them and then sat down, moving to tie on her converse. Leila fluffed her hair out again and sat still. She moved, grabbing her schedule and reading it over. These classes are more human than I thought...she frowned at her list.