Trusting You

Not a Joking Joke

I felt someone nudge me but I stirred back to sleep. "Rue.. Rue!", Blake whispered in my ear. "What?", I drawled as I stirred awake. "My mum's coming!", He whisper yelled. I flew up from the bed almost falling. I stood quietly as I heard Sam's mum's voice just down the hall. Which means she's in Sam's room. Oh God...

"What're we going to do?!", I whisper yelled to Blake. "I don't know!", He whisper yelled back. Then, we heard her shutting the Sam's door and walking towards us. "No no no no", I muttered as I looked around Blake's room for a perfect place to hide. I heard her stop directly in front of the door and she knocked, "Honey, can I come in?". I dove under the bed and hid myself completely. "Yeahhh", Blake said and I heard the door open. "Oh good you guys are up. I was thinking I'd have to drag you out of bed. Hurry up so you guys won't be late!", Sam's mum said. "You guys?", Blake asked slowly. "You and Rue, of course. Morning Rue dear!", She said in cheerily voice before shutting the door. I groaned loudly as Blake laughed at me.

I came out of Blake's room tiptoeing back to Sam's. "Look who the early bird brought in", Miranda said in a teasing voice. I blushed as I went straight for my makeshift bed. I laid and immediately covered up myself while yelling, "No questions!". They all laughed as Jess came over and started tickling me.

"Greg is leaving now!", Sam's mum's voice echoed through the house. "But he can't leave without us", Sam said as she struggled to drag her boxes down the stairs, Jess, Miranda and I tailing right behind her. "Tell that to your brother", Sam's mum said while laughing. We struggled to drag our boxes down the stairs all the way to the where the cars were parked.

"Why are you insisting on Greg leaving with you when you're taking your car?!", Sam snapped at Blake who was resting proudly on his car with dark shades on. "Becauseeee dear sisterrr", he drawled as he walked over to me, taking my boxes and walking back to his car. "You see, if I command Greg to follow me, then you would come downstairs quicker which means my girlfriend would come downstairs quicker as well and that's all I want", he smirked at Sam who just glared at him while Steven collected her boxes. "See y'all in school suckers!", Blake smiled as he pushed me into the car and ran over to the driver's side. "Ready?", He asked as he smiled at me. I smiled back before nodding, "Ready".

After 3 hours of loud singing and racing with Greg's car, where Sam, Jess and Miranda are, we finally pulled into the familiar look of our school. "We totally won!", I cheered as Blake and I got out of the car and started dancing as Greg's car pulled beside us. "Greg won't go past the speed limit", Miranda grumbled as she stepped out of the car. "Thank you sir", I shook Greg's hand as he smiled in the driver's seat. "Whatever! Let's just go to our room. I need to sleep", Jess yawned. "Guys look!", Sam called from the announcement board beside our dorm. We walked up to her and read the sheet she was pointing at.

ANNOUNCEMENT!
ALL FINAL YEAR STUDENTS HAVE TO MOVE OUT FROM THEIR ORIGINAL DORMS. WE HAVE PREPARED A SPECIAL DORM WHERE THERE'LL BE LESS DISTRACTIONS AND YOU CAN HAVE MORE READING TIME WITHOUT INTERRUPTING THE SLEEP OF OTHER STUDENTS. THOSE OF YOU WITH PRIVATE APARTMENTS CAN STAY WHERE YOU ARE. THIS APPLIES TO ONLY FINAL YEAR STUDENTS IN THE DORMS.

We squealed. "That means Liza and Kesha are moving out!", I squealed. "You guys can totally move in", Jess said to Sam and Miranda. We squealed again before Miranda paused, "Wait, what of the people that'll replace them?". "Don't worry Miranda, I got a great idea", Sam smiled mischievously as she looked behind me. I turned to see hat she was looking at Blake who was busy texting on his phone.

"All you have to do is say you'll take them to lunch tomorrow!", Sam begged Blake who wasn't having it. "I don't even know who they are?! I'm not taking random people for lunch just so you get to stay in Rue's room", Blake retorted as he carried my bags into the building. "Pretty pleaseeee", Sam begged even more. He groaned as he lifted my bags but he wouldn't let me assist him. "Sam, I'm not going...", He froze halfway as he entered our room.