I know I haven't updated in so long I am a horrible person. But it is Thanksgiving for Canadians so I am off and I read a couple of chapters and I noticed all my spelling mistakes. I am so sorry you ppl have to read that. I am so sorry! I am just to lazy too spellcheck...But anyways here is the next chapter I will try to make it proper.
Chapter 4:
Courtland's POV:
Dimitri and I's asking questions turned into a little game. Where we guessed what we liked and everything.
"Favourite colour..." I said tapping my pencil against my paper stack.
"Alright you first. I answered the last one correctly."
"It was about hair colour." I laughed. He smiled and crossed his arms on the table.
"It's your turn, C." He said.
"Alright. I am going to take a wild guess and say...Green."
"How'd you know?" He asked shocked.
"Well most boys either like green or blue and you have green eyes and you are very cocky about how you look so it's a guess and also our lacrosse jersey's are green."
"Well played, C." He said.
"Okay your turn." I smiled.
"Yellow." He answered. How did he know that?
"How? Guessing a girls' favourite colour is impossible!"
"You're not a pink liking kind of girl and you're not a huge tomboy you're kind of down the middle and you like to be different. Not a lot of girls like orange or yellow. It's a guess." He whispered making me shiver.
"Well played, Kolev."
"Favourite band...oh this is going to be tough." He tsk-ed.
"I have three and one is not a band. I am not even going to bother to try this one." I declared.
"Alright...I enjoy...the black keys..." He said writing it down on my sheet.
"And Foster the People..."
"Hmm...I am more of a...Billy Talent...Green day and...Eminem kind of girl." I admitted. Taylor and my brothers always made fun of my music choice but I enjoyed this music.
"Ooh...being classy now?" He teased.
"Quiet." Soon after the bell rang and I gathered my books up in my arms.
"We are going to your dorm room."I said as we walked out.
"Why mine?"
"Because my room is filled with five boys who are over protective of their sister and they will not stop to kick your sweet bottom dollar." I said.
"Sweet? Why thank you."He smirked.
"Yes so, I have tryouts at two say...five?"I asked.
"I have practice at three thirty. Sure." He said as we walked down the busy hallway.
"Alright see you later." I smiled waving.
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"Where are you going?" Mitch asked.
"Dimitri's dorm." I answered tying my hair up into a high ponytail.
"What?" Tyler yelled from the other room. Tyler had this idea that because he was the oldest he had to beat the shit out of every guy that talked to me.
"Tyler enough. You don't see me beating on girl's you guys hang out with and we aren't going to do any of that we are doing Mr. Danforth's essay. God stop being a girl for once." I sighed.
