A boy named Berry Gilbert who has been hurt not once but twice, in high school, badly. Just as he starts pulling himself together after senior year has ended things start getting better. He's made new friends, he's starting college now, his family e...
"It's like 9 in the morning Iris" I sighed as I put the phone up to my ear. "What do you want?" I asked mostly because I wanted to end the conversation so I could get more sleep.
"Well my roommate is hella fine. and I'm talking f i n e. Like damn I want her to push me up against a wall then tell me to strip for her. I wouldn't even think twice before i did it either. Hell I'd give her a lap dance if she wanted me to. Like hot damn!" she said.
"Why don't you tell her that then?" I asked as I closed my eyes.
"..."
"Hello?" I asked as I looked at the phone to see if she had hung up.
"I almost forgot we were friends. I almost called you a retard" she hummed.
"Yea yea but why don't you say something to her?" I asked.
"What if she rejects me. I can't really avoid her because we're roommates and all. And if she says yes and it somehow goes down hill I'll still have to see her" she sighed loudly.
"Were is she right now while your being this loud" I grunted.
"Oh she has morning classes so I'm good" she laughed.
"So what did you and Landon do while you guys were out yesterday?" She asked slyly.
"Buy soda?" I said more like a question than an answer.
"No duh. I'm talking about anything besides that" she said.
"Look I told you before and I'll tell you again. I'm. Over. Landon." I said slowly.
"Sure sure, you should've seen the way you two were looking at each other" she said.
"I was just surprised to see him that's all..when we were friends we use to do a lot together" I smiled a little remembering the good times we had.
"Awww" she cooed.
"Whatever..I gotta get ready to head out" I quickly dropped my smile.
"Oh shit I forgot about class, See ya!" The call ended.
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"That was amazing Ms. Kingston, up next we have Mr. Gilbert" the dance teacher said.
I smiled brightly as I walked over to the front of the room. Dancing has been something I've done since I was in middle school. I never really danced around where I lived because I was afraid of people judging me but now here I am dancing at my college.
((This is how I imagine Berry dancing, it's the boy in the middle. There are more of his dances on TickTock. He's a good dancer and I'll put the link and all that stuff to his page at the end of the chapter))
"Good job Mr. Gilbert" the teacher said and I took my seat next to Iris. "Now class I would like to remind everyone that you can bring a friend here to watch you dance and things like that but only on Fridays. I really don't like a crowded room so make sure they do not enter the room unless it's Friday or your dying." He smiled at us.
The door opened and as usual everyone at least turned their heads or glanced in the direction of the door.
I would like to let everyone know I don't not have an issue with gingers. I had a couple ginger friends when I changed schools. But when I was her ginger hair it just made me wanna throw up.
"Hey there teach" she walked up to the teacher and put her hand around him. "The art class was wondering if you could keep the music down....it's a little too loud" she said with her annoying seductive voice.
"Sure Ms...? He trailed off.
"Aubrey Armin" she answered. "Well thank you again" she waved at the teacher as she left.
"Okay class, before I was interrupted, I was going to say class dismissed" he said then he went to his desk in the corner of the room.
"Could you keep the music down" I mocked her.
"Dang you really don't like her do you?" Iris laughed.
"No she's just too fake for my liking" I rolled my eyes. "How is she gonna tell us to keep the music down girl this is the damn dance class!" I huff as I pick up my bag. I stand there for a second then turned to look at Iris. "THE DAMN ART CLASS IS DOWN THE HALL!" I yelled more directed at Aubrey, even though she isn't here, than Iris.
"People are looking at us!" She yelled a little then dragged me outside the room.
"I don't care" I shrugged. "She should watch her back..it'd be a shame if her artwork-I mean I'm not saying I knew what happed or anything but if it just so happened to get messed up it won't be me" I have her an innocent smile.
"You make it sound like you would cut up her work instead of paint over it" she gave me an awkward smile.
"I meannnn" I shrug again.
"Don't sweat it to-" she stops talking and her eyes get wide as she looks behind me.
"What?" I question as I was about to turn around but she grabbed my arm and started running.
We, well more like she, ran out the building and over to the dorms. She ran into the dorm building and over to the elevator. She started mashing down on the up button quickly. Once it opened she pulled me inside then finally calmed down.
"What was all that running for" I said out of breath.
"Aubrey was walking over to us faster than I walk over to the counter to get my fudge bomb chocolate cake" she wiped fake sweat off her head. "My chocolate cake!"she yells.
"We can get it tomorrow" I sigh.
"But I need it today. I'm trying to start this thing were after school we go over to the cafe to get cake" she pouts.
"Iris. We. Can. Get. It. Tomorrow." I say as we walk out of the elevator and over to her room door.
"Berry. We. Need. To. Eat. Cake. Today." She takes her keys out and unlocks the door.
"Well we can't leave the dorms after 9" I check my phone. "It's 8:57 so unless you plan on teleporting there I don't know what you wanna do" I rested on the counter.
"We could sneak out" she smirks at me.
"Y'all trying to sneak out?" A girl with pink hair poked her head out the bedroom door.
——————————————————————————————————————————————— Here's that boy's tick tock info. Do not go there if don't like male dancers. I do not know his sexuality so please don't assume anything. His @ is yanyandejesus1 on tick tock. The rest of his info is in his bio. It should look like this:
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