after a prank gone terribly wrong, hayden jones is sent across country to caldwell academy, a school for the bitchy, the dangerous and the rebellious.
and if that wasn't bad enough, it becomes much worse when hayden is accidentally put in the male d...
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I HEAR THE opening of a door and I groan, rolling over onto my back and slapping my arm across my eyes.
"She's over there." I hear Noah's voice and I pull my arm away, opening one droopy eye and watching as Chase walks through the door way.
After getting back to Caldwell at about one-thirty this morning and upon shoving my hands into the pockets of the leather jacket, I realised I had lost my dorm key. We searched Noah's Jeep from top to bottom before reaching the conclusion that there was no way I was getting into my dorm.
I was too damn tired to wait for Chase to get back and Noah offered his bed to me. He was honestly such a sweetheart and slept on the floor on an array of comforters and pillows Noah has locked away in his closet for freezing snow days.
"What time is it?" I question but it came out as a incoherent slur.
Chase somehow made sense of it and answers as he crouches before the bed, "Almost five."
"You idiot, I told you to wake me when you got back." I growl quietly, trying not to wake up Ryan who was fast asleep across the room. It was a nightmare trying to get in last night.
"I am back, Jones. And I am waking you." Chase retorts, being his smartass self. It's obviously a 24-7 type of thing. Chase slips one hand under my legs and the other under my back as he pulls me into his chest, carrying me bridal style. I rest my head on his shoulder, half asleep and delirious as he carries me out of Noah's dorm.
Chase unlocks and opens the door all while still holding me and if I could, I would applaud him, he stalks across the room and lowers me down onto the familiar feeling of my mattress.
I mumble mindlessly, "I have to go to class soon."
"You need to sleep, Jones." Chase chuckles to himself quietly as he pulls my covers over me. My eyes were closed, but I turn my head so I was facing him. I think.
"You need to sleep." I retort lamely, "I...you..."
And then I was out.
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I yawn heavily as I walk through the door of the classroom and out into the busy hall. I was still tired even though I didn't wake up until half past twelve earlier. But then again, I'm always tired.
I was struggling to keep my eyes open as I trudged down the hall and feel someone tug on my denim jacket.
"Uh, earth to Hayden?" I turn around, noticing Penn's smiling face, "I was calling you."
"Oh, shit sorry. I'm so damn tired." I try to say without yawning but it doesn't work. I cover my mouth as Penn laughs lightly at me and we continue walking down the hall together.
"So does that answer why you weren't in class earlier?" Penn questions as I nod slowly, hugging my folder closer to my body, "You didn't miss much. But Libby Donaldson spilled oil paints all over her portrait and has to start again. So that was quite funny."
