Oakland

Chapter 1

Erin Walsh looked out the car window at the large old victorian manor ahead of her. People were fluttering around and walk through the tall iron gates, all wearing the same navy and white uniform. She looked over at the boy who looked identical sitting next to her. Ronan Walsh, her twin brother. Her rock the last five months. Erin looked back out the window and her heart jumped. Boys. Fit boys. She wasn't exactly pleased that they were moving to a boarding school in the middle of nowhere but she was looking forward to the boys that were going to be there. Erin never slept around or was with a different boy every month but she did enjoy boys and never passed up an opportunity to flirt with someone. "Right, well were here." Her uncle  Tom blurted out.                                                                                                                                                                      Tom lived an hour outside of Oakwood and was a lawyer at some big law frem. He had deep wrinkles even though he was only thirty. Tom was the twin's father, Mark, younger brother. There were five years between the brothers just like there were five minutes between Erin and Ronan. Erin and Ronan's mother,  Anna, had said that's why the twins were so special. The twins had dark brown straight hair like their mother and deep hazel eyes like their father. Oh, how she missed Anna and Mark...                                                                                                                                                     "I am sorry guys that ye couldn't stay with me in Ballyfada. I think boarding school might be good for ye. I'm just so busy with work and since Caroline and I are trying for a baby-" Tom squeaked out. "We get the picture, Tom." said Ronan glaring at the back of their uncle's head. Erin elbowed Ronan in the ribs. The last thing she needed was her brother being rude to their only relative left. After twenty minutes of Tom struggling to get their suitcases out of the boot, he finally said goodbye. "Just remember if you ever need me don't call me at night as Caroline doesn't like being interrupted because it turns her off and I lose speed-" Tom said wiping his forehead with his hand. "Got it ." said Ronan picking up his bag. Erin lifted up her bag and followed her brother up the long gravel path. There were girls in short skirts running around and Erin saw Ronan smirk. Boys were lying around the grass area and were standing in groups. Erin looked around and saw a tall boy with fair nearly blonde hair leaning against a tall oak tree. She winked at him and he winked back. Still got it, Erin thought to herself. She cocked her head telling him to come over and he broke away from the groups of guys he was talking to. He was tall and lean and walked with an air of grace. "Hey." he said looking at Erin's suitcases. "Will I carry them for you?" the boy said looking curiously at her. Ronan turned around and rolled his eyes. Erin couldn't help but smile. "Sure." said Erin walking towards Ronan who was plowing up the path ahead of her.  "I'm James. Are you new or something?." James said a little too aggressively. "I'm Erin. Erin Walsh and the boy ahead of us is my brother Ronan." she said strutting along. Erin felt James beside her. She could smell his deodorant.  Erin knew it was Lynx. "Wow, well he looks protective," said James as Ronan turned around and gave him the middle finger. "He's just protective that's all" Erin said with a smirk.                                                 When they reached their dorm they had found out their locker number, dorm number and a set of rules. Erin's locker number was 500 and her dorm number was 505. James got the same dorm as Erin.His lucky day. Ronan's locker number was 409 and his dorm number was 506. James set Erin's bags down on the old worn wooden floor. There wasn't much in the room apart from two single beds, two large wardrobes, two desks, and a floor-length mirror. There was a large window that showed one of the many courtyards. Ronan had muttered that he needed to sort out his room. Erin sat down on one of the beds and it made a miserable creak. James was standing in the doorway looking at Erin on the bed. Erin thought about how many boys she had slept with. Only 5 and one of them was her ex-boyfriend.  She was very drunk the other four times. Boys liked her for her body, not her personality or even her face. She didn't like throwing herself on boys she barely knew. Yes, Erin loved to flirt and tease but when it got down to the dirty stuff she always pulled out. James was looking longingly at her. Erin sighed and said, "I'm just going to tell you straight out, I don't have sex with boys unless I'm drunk, high, or in love." James didn't look taken aback. "I don't want to have sex with you.  I'm just admiring your beauty. I thought you would be open to a hit and run since you're very forward." said James running his hand through his dark hair. " Don't judge a book by its cover. Especially me. " Erin said laughing.