The Mix up

Chapter 3 ♕

   It's quite peculiar how people can learn a huge amount of things about each other in such a short period of time.

Their favorite animal, color, singer or their childhood crush, their hobbies, dislikes and likes, favorite food and place...
You name it, they'll have the answer.

I mean, it's been a week and I already feel as if I've known Laurens and Charlotte my whole life.

For example, I know that Charlotte is originally from New York, while Laurens moved there from LA with his mother, after his parent split.
I know that her favorite color is black and that he can't choose between blue and yellow, which is why all of his clothes are in one of those two shades.

I know for a fact that Charlotte hates half of the school, because most of them are stuck up and spoiled. Especially Carter Coldwell, whom she punched right in the nose in seventh grade, after he called her anorexic for being skinny.
I know that Laurens on the other hand, had never in his sixteen years gotten into a physical fight because he hates conflict.

I learned that she models in her free time, even though her family hates it because of the unnecessary public attention, and that he is actually a really talented poet, hoping to get published.
I learned that Laurie has a fear of all bugs except of butterflies and bees, while Charlotte is the bravest person I've ever met, considering that she's only scared of death.

You want to know what else I've learned?
Her twin brother, Leo, hates me.

Okay, hate is a strong word.
Let's just say he dislikes me so much that he didn't even acknowledge my presence once I introduced myself.

I stood in front of him, with my hand outstretched so he could shake it for about five long and awkward minutes.
Meanwhile, he kept his sight trained on the boring Math book on his lap, not even bothering to look up as I rambled about how delightful it was to meet him.

Yeah, delightful my ass.

But aside from his rude behavior, everything else has been amazing in the past few days.
Every single second of my free time, which I didn't spend at the Studying hall or doing homework, I had spent with my two new friends.

We get along perfectly, complimenting each other's personalities and pushing each other to be the best versions of ourselves.
Now, I've got other things to do than sulk in my room and read, Laurens actually started working on his assignments with a little help of my generous self, and Charlotte resisted the urge to kick Carter after we talked her out of it.

That's actually some kind of a progress if we look at it in a certain way.

What scares me though, is that the rest of the crew is supposed to be arriving tomorrow. I have no idea what their reaction will be to my newly found presence, considering that everybody in the friend group has known each other for at least five years.

Maybe they won't like me, just like Leo doesn't, and maybe they will.
Unfortunately, it's completely unpredictable, so I'm stuck waiting to find out.

As for why they haven't come earlier, the story is actually pretty interesting.
Apparently there is a tradition that many students enjoy and have, and when I first heard of it I was really surprised.

I had to leave my homeland on August 26th in order to get to the academy five days earlier than the classes start. According to the principle, it is a very well respected rule all Westwood students are bound to follow.
But according to everyone else school starts a week later, on September 7th every year.

Which is why, those who are rich enough to do so, go on holidays to celebrate their comeback to the boarding school.

Nixon, Emilia and Aiden went together to Maldives for two weeks. Originally the trio that stayed back were supposed to tag along, but they weren't really in the mood for a trip.                                I'm honestly lucky. If they had accepted the invite, I wouldn't have gotten to meet genuine people and befriend them. I would have been miserable, even though Stacie wasn't that bad to hang around when we were alone.