twisted

four

The day passed slower than grass grew. I felt as if I was the only one who despised the first day of school - yes, it was nice to see some friendly faces and catch up with people, but it was so long and dreadful. Every year, although we did the same procedures every single year, and mostly had the same teachers, they still went over the class rules and criteria every first day. I could fall asleep.

And the fact that I felt like vomiting didn't help.

I opened the door to my room and threw my books on the floor.

Even though it was only seven, and dinner had just ended, I was ready to fall asleep. I washed the makeup off of my face and took a quick shower, then brushed my teeth and put my hair in a loose braid.

I threw my towel off and immediately dressed into comfy clothes. I couldn't stand being in my bed if I wasn't dressed cozily.

Although I was tired as a dog, I pulled out a book and began to read. I never told my friends about how I loved to read. They just never seemed like... the type of people who enjoy that sort of stuff. I read when I was alone. I secretly loved to read - it kind of, well, pulled me out of reality and brought me somewhere new.

Due to the fact that I was deep in trance from reading, I was startled when I felt the jiggling of the doorknob to my room.

It was probably Onyx... I wondered why she forgot her keys.

I sighed and heaved myself off my bed.

Before I even opened the door, I muttered, "First day back and you didn't even remember your keys..."

When I turned the knob and opened the door, a pair of soft brown eyes met mine.

It wasn't Onyx.

It was Lorenzo.

"Sorry that I forgot the keys," He said, smirking. He heard me talking before I opened the door... how embarrassing.

My cheeks flushed. "Hey, what are you doing here?"

He invited himself in my room, brushing against my shoulder as he crept past me, hands behind his back.

"I was bored. I didn't know where anyone was so I just came here. Obviously, they're not here." He grinned, and walked toward the door to my closet. "Unless you're hiding them in your wardrobe."

He opened the door to my closet and stepped inside, lurking around. "Nothing in here," He said, then he picked up and examined one of my lace bras.

I ran up to it and snatched it out of his hands, and he beamed stupidly.

"Get out of here!" I said, shooing him out and immediately closing the door.

"Relax, darling. I was just joking around."

"You can get going now," I said, still embarrassed.

"Or, I can stay," He leaded.

I looked up at him. "Why would you want to stay?"

"You know I love hanging around you, Luc." He said as he play-tackled me onto the bed.

I grinned as I lay back on my bed. Normally, I would think this situation was awkward - us, practically cuddling, on my bed, alone - but for some reason, I was completely fine with it.

He snatched the book I had been reading from where I had put it under the sheets. "What's this?" he asked.

"A book."

"Really? Since when do you read, nerd?"

"I've always read," I confessed.

"I've read this book. It's one of the best I've ever read."