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...THINK...MY...lungs...are...broken." I heave and place one foot after the other. It was so cold I could see my breath in front of me as I puffed. Even though I was wrapped in a long sleeve shirt, a hoodie and sweatpants, I was still freezing. I hold onto the draw string of my hoodie as I continue to run around the overgrown soccer field.
"I am never fucking drinking again." Noah breathes heavily from beside me as we run together at the same pace. "Mark my words."
As a punishment for arriving after curfew, Noah and I, as well as all the other guys who had been caught, had to run around the soccer fields at the crack of dawn. The sun was just poking over the mountain range seen from Caldwell, allowing us to see where the hell we were going.
I glance over my shoulder to see two guys a few hundred feet behind us. I watch as one of the boys, who looked liked he was having a heart attack, fall to his knees on the wet grass. The Sergeant, who was in the middle of the field lying on a damn sunbathing lounge chair, points the hose he held in the air and the water spouted out and drenched the poor boy on his knees.
He laughs evilly from the middle of the field and sips on his travel mug gleefully.
We continue running for what felt like hours but was only another twenty minutes before the Sergeant let us go. I was sweating like no fucking tomorrow by then and I rip off my hoodie as we all make our way across the field towards the bleachers. Levi and Emmaline were sitting there waiting for us when we collapsed next to them.
"That's one way to get over an hangover." I mumble as I rub my temples and rest back against the bench seats above.
Noah takes a seat next to me and puts his head between is knees and groans, "I'm going to fucking vomit!"
Emmaline, who sat on the other side of Levi, opens her bag and pulls out a silver thermos. She passes it to Levi and signs to him with her spare hand.
Levi frowns as he watches, "Okay....I made you...hot chocolate."
Emmaline nods proud and happy with Levi's translation and Levi looks contempt as well. The morning sun gave Emmaline a beautiful golden glow. Her curly blonde hair was flattened at the top by a dark purple beanie and she wore a very warm looking raincoat. And Levi was Levi in a grey hoodie under a denim jacket, black ripped jeans and doc martins. It was his signature look. He passes me the thermos and it instantly warm my hands as I take it from him.
"Seriously, you didn't have to Emmaline." I tell her, making sure to over enunciate my words as I face her. Levi told us that she's pretty good at lip reading if she can see it clearly. She smiles and waves her hand through the air as Noah quickly rips the thermos from my grip. Emmaline then signs back as Levi watches.
"No problem....I happy....wait shit no...I enjoy cooking for others." Levi finally translates with a breathy laugh as Emmaline pats him on the shoulder. A slight blush crosses Levi's cheeks and my smile grows wider. He turns to me, "Happy and enjoy always fucking look the same."
