Princess in the hoodie

Chapter 2

I hurrdle down the empty hall as students all start moving into there dorm rooms. I spirral down the stairs to my room and slam the door shut. Out of breath, I hungerly eye the bucket of drumsticks. I rush to it and grab the first juicy drumstick I see. I plant myself onto my unpacked bed full of bags. I bring my right leg under my left lefs knee and let my left leg hang loosly.

Too fast and too soon my bucket is empty. I pout and toss it to the ground. I slip off my shoes and search for my phone and new speaker. I connect them and blast music through the room as I start unpacking.

I skim across the familiar tiny apartment. Unlike most schools our school is really seriuos on our comfort in here and making it feel like home. So we have a spasiuce bedroom with bunkerbeds and a kitchen-ish corner with a mini fridge, microwave, kettle and sink.

There is a study room with two empty desks and the big window providing natural light as well as the two in the bedroom. I move and look outside and imidiatly fall in love with the view. It views over mountains and the old farms as well. It is beautiful. I plant my bag on one of the squishy sofa's.

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I ploff down on the comfy sofa and examen my work. I puff and wipe the beads of sweat off my forehead. I chose the lower bunk and covered it in my white lines and my navy and white pattened dové. I place my favourite soft lime blanket over the end of the bed and stacked my tons of pillows in the conrner.

I laid down my fluffy white rug on the old wooden floor and used a white blanket with lime green plillows with a few silver sequined ones. I stacked all my clothes in the built in closet and what I found really cool is the pull out drawr from the wall with the shoe racks. I love it.

Then I neatly hung my towles and bath supplies in the onsuit before tossing a oval shaped, weaved mat on the floor. I have put up some fairy lights in the bedroom window aswell and hung the navy with green pattens curtuns. I placed my water bottle and snacks in the mini fridge before hanging the orange rags and placing the accsesories. I used a few magnets and pinned soms pictures on the fridge.

The study room was a bit tricky but it was okay in the end. I placed the wooden blinds on the huge window *and almost died when I slipped on the dusty windowstill then I threw a spiceberry tablecloth than morths intk white at the end.

*Just to be clear it like starts in Spice berry in the middle and then flows i to white so it is like two toned but flowy.*

I placed my light, books, pen holders, snack jar, picture of my family and some more fairylights. I placed my laptop in the drawer before coming to suficate this poor sofa. A proud half-smile forms on my lips. I grab some undergardments and drag my way to the bathroom.

I smile as I jump into my PJ's. The shorst are navy with little prints of green cactus' in pots and the shirt is a white tank top with a cactus wearing sunglasses. I pull my drazy red curls into a messy messy bun and contame them with a hairband. I slip on a thin white hoodie from one of my favourite youbuters; Tal Fishman.

Just as I slipped under the warm duvé and pulled the hoodie cap over my head, the door bursts open. Imediatly I am met with the stinch of sweat. Suppressing a gag I pinch my nose and stare at the introder. Ice-eyes guy.

Ice-Eye Guy

He frowns while he looks at the room while his chest heaves up and down. He drops his small duffel bag on the floor next to the half-wall of the kitchen. He runs a hand through his hair making it look better than the hurrican it was a few seconds ago. His soaked shirt clings to his body making the outline of a strong stomach visible.

His eyes suddenly find my gaze and I feel myself squirm deeper into the cussions behind me hoping to morhp into one. He narrows those icy eyes at me. I lower my head and fiddle with my hands.

"What the hell are you doing here? Oh, you better not tell me you live here. You don't right?" His deep british voice fills the air and for a moment I am stung by how deep and rich it is. I love deep sounds okay? Sue me. I just gesture that my lips are sealed and he sighs.

To be honest I was a little disappointed when I saw the disapproving look cross his face. Well, I am sorry I am a human being who needs shelter too. After a moment he just waves me off and starts unpacking his stuff. I don't realky pay attention to him as I download songs to my phone. After a while I feel the bed rock. Following my insticnk I grab the nearest thing to me and hold on.

"Relax. This isn't the Titanic and you're not sinking." He mumbles from above me.

He is such a butt. I roll my eyes and some how land on his slightly reveal torso. His V-line, like awhhhh hot damn! Then reality hits me and I feel like crying. His V-line means rock solid stomach, which means abs, which means a bunch of hormonal teenagers near him, which means a bunch of hormonal teenagers in my room ... being hormonal.

I throw my head back and let a quite sob escape my lips. I am not ready for hormonal teenagers yet. It is too soon. I am too young. Why?!?! Okay, yeah so we got the best room in the entire boarding school, but I forgot the twist. It is in the middle of the boys and girls. Ugggghhhhh ... someone save me.

"Getting teary eyed already? Did Mr. Perfect dumb you on the first day? Holy shit, he moves fast... He mocked with a slight half smile and playfull eyes as he glances at me.

I choked twice in his sentence. One; I, sadly, have been single my ENTIRE life. Two; I HATE it when people swear. Like seriuosly, why would you do that? I find it extremly stupid. I wave him off and turn off my phone before placing it in the widowstill. I turn around and get comfy in the warm sheets.

Five minutes. Five minutes after I turned around he BLASTED music through the bathroom door. It is so loud I am sure the whales in Antartica can hear us. I force the pillow to follow the form of my head as I try to block out the annoying noise.

It is 15 minutes after the bed time bell rang and it will not be long before someone loses their pacients. Just as I predickted the door flys open and a very very angry Kyle storms in. His hair messy and his socked feet pounding againts the wooden floor. His hairy legs escape his catus boxers and his black tank top making him look bigger. He yanks open the bath room door and storms in.

I hear a muffled few words (because of the squished pillow against my head) before the booming speaker comes flying at the wall oppisite me. And well, let's just say speaker anit no more speaker and ice-eye guy aint no more playfull. Or happy. Or forgiving. He mad. Although he doesn't do anything as Kyle storms back to his room.

Finally let in silence as I doze off, the bed rocks as my roomie climbs onto his bed. Last thing I heard before lala land-man captured me, is his soft words.

"This means war."

Oh and fun fact. Kyle is my brother. Did I not mention that? Whoops.

Kyle

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Hiiii! Fun Fact, Kyle, is adopted😉😌And yes, you will see/read more of Ava's weird dreams😁Please Vote. And comment. And read. And smile😒😳🙂*Smiles like a child who is plotting a muder(which I am not)(Or maybe I am)No I am not😂Probily🙂*

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