Literally had to rewrite everything TT_TT
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-Andy-
My eyes open slowly, blinking away the sleepiness before they fully open, enough to see the alarm clock that's set on my bedside table. Yesterday, before my flatmate had left for what he called work, he'd moved some things around for me.
After all that, I'm sure we still don't know each other's names.
The alarm clock reads 7:36.
"7:36 am, huh?" I giggle to myself as I sit up. "Doesn't school begin at..." The giggles begin to clear up as I jump up. "7:55?!"
"I'm leaving," a voice calls and I realize it's the guy. Damn! And he couldn't wake me up?! Damned Glasses Guy!
I rush around my house, trying o find everything for my first school day.
I put on the red blazer and blue school skirt along with the rest of the uniform before making myself toast as I brushed my teeth. In the end, the toast burned, so I had to eat regular bread. I out the slice in my mouth as I put on my shoes and ran out of the house, running at full speed towards school. Since I'd gotten a tour of the school, I knew exactly where the classroom was.
As soon as I opened the door, the teacher snapped at me. "LATE!" She shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Sir--"
"Ah! I don't want to hear it!"
"I'm--"
"Sit down!"
"Aye aye," I yelp, heading towards the only empty seat in the classroom.
"Hey!"
I turn to face the voice--it was something like a shout of a whisper.
"That seats taken!"
"By who?" I sit up a bit straighter and narrow my eyes at the blonde girl.
"The Prince," she squealed, and I nearly fell out of the seat.
"Sorry I'm late," I hear a voice and everyone turns towards the door.
"Mr. Silver! Oh, it's alright, have a seat."
"Thanks," he smiles awkwardly before turning. He walked towards me until stopping, "You're in my seat, Shorty."
I recognized him as my flatmate.
"You!" I yell and glare at him, pointing a finger in his face.
"Hey, Shorty," he smiled.
"Isn't the new girl brave?"
"What's Brooklyn going to do?"
"The Prince and her are awfully chummy, don't you think?"
The whispers attract my attention and my eyes wander away from the guy they call a so-called prince.
"Who the hell are you really," I growl, turning back to the guy.
"Brooklyn," he extended his hand towards me.
"Isn't that a girls name," I narrow my eyes, poking his chest with my pointer finger.
"Isn't Andy a boys name," he retorts with a frown.
"Shut up!"
"Miss Ashmore, detention! After class!"
"But he--"
"Mr. Silver is a student council president--he's got enough on his plate. Besides, you're the one causing problems!"
I stand and back away, never taking my flaming eyes away from Brooklyn's face. He just smiled.
"Hey," I turn to look at a girl. She smiles. "Don't worry, I hate him, too."
"Who?"
"Brooklyn Silver; he's actually very cold to be the idol of every girl at this school. And besides, it's only Ms. Cruz that's enhanced by his so called 'charm', so you don't have to worry about anything else.
***
When the school day was finally over, I had to stay back and wait for detention. The door opened and in came Ms. Cruz, the teacher who'd busted me for being in her favorite student's seat. It turns out, the teachers had to wander about the hallways to get to the classrooms they had to teach and the students stated in the classroom for all they're classes.
She sits at her desk and pulls out a book as she ignores me. About half an hour passes before she makes a movement other than turning the page every few minutes. She crossed her legs, spared me a glance and went back to her book, only to jump when the doors opened once again,
"Gosh, Brooklyn--I-I mean Mr. Silver," Ms. Cruz began to stutter.
"Hello; actually Miss Ashmore's father is calling right now," Brooklyn began to speak. He smiled at the teacher as I tensed up, frozen on the spot. "He'd like to speak to his daughter."
I could feel the perspiration start to drip down my face as he continued.
"That's fine," Ms. Cruz muttered, "Detention is over now, anyway."
"Come on, then," Brooklyn said, waving me over.
"I, uh, I think it's better if I stay here," I finally manage to say after a moment's silence.
"What are you saying? Do you want your dad to come in?"
Ms. Cruz groaned and literally kicked me out of the classroom.
"Your welcome, by the way," Brooklyn grabbed my arm and started to pull me along with him, but I slapped his arm away.
"For bringing me straight to my dad after running away, NO THANKS," I glared at him. I was about to bolt for the opposite exit, but he grabs me by the arms and keeps me in place.
"You ran away from home?" He looked at me worriedly, head tilted as if he was looking for any bruises or scratches that indicated for him to bring me to an ER. "Why?"
"It's none of your business--let me go! I don't want to see him!"
"I didn't bring him here! It was just to get you out of detention, now calm down. Why'd you run away?"
"I didn't!"
He rolls his eyes behind his glasses and drags me along with him--there was a 50% chance this guy was telling the truth about having not brought him around, but also a 50% chance of him lying. Suddenly he stopped and I crashed into his back; he didn't seem fazed by it at all, but my nose took a hit. I rub it as Brooklyn holds his hand out. "Can I borrow your keys, John?"
"Yeah," the aforementioned friend agrees and I hear the jingle of keys as if flies through the air and Brooklyn catches it easily.
"You're coming with me," he stared me down.
"I already live with you," I exclaim.
He rolled his eyes with a sigh of exaggerated exhaustion.
He drives a sleek black Camaro. John does.
"So why'd you run away?"
"I'm not going to tell you," I shift in my seat and Brooklyn's eyes snap towards me. Almost immediately, his eyes are on the road again.
"Put in your seatbelt," he says, a strain in his voice. I roll my eyes and click it on. "I'm gonna get it out of you sooner or later; we are flatmates after all, Andy."
"Doesn't mean we have to associate, now does it?"
"It means," he parked the car and opened his door. I opened mine to and his hand helped me up before grinding itself to the small of my back and leading me to my home. "That we will be knowing more than anyone else around--about each other."
"Yeah, well--"
"Andy?"
I look at my front door and see a guy smiling with a sheepish smile, hands stuck in his pockets.
"Blake?"
