Greystone Academy

Clueless

Lacey glared at Summer's face like there was no tomorrow. "She has no right to giggle when we are having a serious conversation!" Lacey thought, feeling even more pissed off, as she reached over and grabbed the collar of Summer's sweater. "Love?! A fucking declaration of me being in love?!" Lacey thought irritably.

"Now listen here, Summer. Carter is mine. So is Christopher. So stay the hell away. Got it? Good." 

Summer looked down at Lacey's hand on her sweater, bristling instantly. Reaching up she grabbed her wrist and started to pull it off of the collar of her sweater. Hearing her say Carter was hers made Summer scoff in annoyance. Then she heard the other name. Christopher. "Who the hell is he..?"

She finally managed to get Lacey's hands off of her and looked into her eyes with a glare. Who the hell did this girl think she was?!

"Listen here, Lacey. You may think Carter and this so-called Christopher are yours, but they're not unless you're dating. A crush means nothing. So, I would suggest you never touch me again or my father will have you kicked out of this school so fast that you'll have whiplash. If that happens you'll never have a chance with Carter, or this Christopher. Thanks. Now, you may continue your driving." Summer hated the thought of threatening people, especially Lacey. The only thing she knew about her was that Lacey didn't like her for the soul reason that Carter flirted with her. Yeah, he was cute, but she doubted they would be more than friends with a girl like Lacey around.

She started driving again and finally pulled up to the actual academy building. It was huge, but that doesn't even begin to do it justice. This building was big enough to house all of the students who attended and offer all of the classes. This place looked kinda like Hogwarts from Harry Potter //AN: no, they don't have powers or anything. Just wanted to give you all a visual.// Her eyes widened as she climbed out of the car and grabbed her two bags, looking down at the paper she had received from the building she met Carter at, looking at it closely she saw the dorm room number.

"Hey, Lacey. Can you show me where the dorms are?" She huffed and pointed towards a large building to the left. Summer nodded and carried her bags over to the large building, walking down the corridor like hall until she found the room labeled '182'. Room 182 was what was on the paper. Taking a deep breath she pulled out her key and unlocked the door, pushing it open to reveal a nice and large room. One side was painted black and had posters picturing what she guessed were bands. They said things like Beartooth and Pierce The Veil and Infant Annihilator.

"Weird..." she muttered to herself.

The other side of the room, which she was  guessing was her side, was painted a creamy pink colour and had an iron 4-poster bed with lime green bed-spreads. Perfect. Walking over she sat her bags down on the bed.

"Who the hell are you?!" Hearing the voice made her jump and whirl around to face the owner.

Turning around she saw that this someone was a petite girl. She had a British accent, which was really prominent because she sounded pissed off. Her blue hair was down and hanging over her shoulders, her bangs across her forehead. She had tawny brown eyes that almost seemed to swirl with anger. Summer gulped and backed away from the small teen, pulling her hair out of its messy bun.

"I'm Summer. This is the dorm I was assigned..." she trailed off as the blue-haired girl started laughing, rolling her eyes slightly.

"Stop sounding so scared, Summer. Just because I don't listen to John Meyer and Miley Cyrus doesn't mean that I'm an evil satanist that'll kill you in your sleep. God, you need to get laid." 

Summer instantly flustered at her statement and started to pull a tank-top and shorts out of one of her bags so she could get into cooler clothing.