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-Tears of Autumn-

Dante;

"Hell! Did she ever tell you!" my sorry excuse for a butt-ugly best friend laughed loudly at me, still chuckling over what she said.

Who the hell does she think she is anyway? She is a nobody, a loser. I am a somebody, a popular.

Daddy darling's money?

Arrogant?

Jerk?

Big ego?

What the fuck?

"Shut up." I growled dangerously at Braden who just laughed even more. I rolled my eyes at him with annoyance and looked away from him down at a sheet of paper I held in my hands. The damned tutoring document.

Dante Nichols Norah Parker:

- Physical Education

- Social Studies

- World History

(Norah) Dorm number: 133

Holy shit.

These subjects are the easiest ones here. Damn it. They're also the most boring too and now I have to teach her this crap? Bloody hell. I flipped over the paper to see what she was going to be teaching me.

Norah Parker Dante Nichols:

- Biology

- Literature/English

- Math Algebra

(Dante) Dorm number: 145

Jesus. Those are my worst subjects and now I have to do more?! Extra hours of these painful subjects with a bitch who doesn't know shit about me?

Hell.

I am finally in Hell.

I groaned loudly, slumping over in my seat and glanced over at Norah's table.

I studied her. She was wearing baggy jeans that looked pretty new, a slightly tight gray shirt and had pulled her hair up into a lifeless, boring ponytail. She was nothing special, just another geek. Another loser.

Norah was talking, very animatedly, to this blonde haired girl who was nodding every so often and taking small bites of her pasta salad. What is she, a freaking doggy on a dashboard? What is up with the nodding? This boy sitting next to Norah kept bursting out into sniggers every few seconds. Right. Freaks, the whole lot of them. I grumbled angrily to myself as I turned back to my own table, trying to ignore the confused looks around me.

I flicked some hair out of my eyes, looking up to see this girl sitting across from me. She winked slyly at me. She had her arm linked with another person's so I glanced over to said person sitting next to her who was Jeff, her current boyfriend, then rolled my eyes and looked away from her which earned me a little pout. I ignored her, slut. I mean, what the fuck? She's got a boyfriend! Jeez.

Let's get this one thing straight. I do not ever cheat. Never, in my entire life, have I cheated on the people I go out with. Even if they're sluts with no brain I still do not cheat. Even when there's a cute girl who already has a boyfriend, I do not cheat. Never ever. I swear to god. But everyone thinks I do. Just because I'm this 'bad ass' guy they all think I cheat. And I don't even give a damn what they think. I don't cheat and I know it. And if I know that I do not cheat, then that's good enough for me, so long as I know it.

I grumbled in annoyance to myself, pissed off as hell already. I closed my eyes, tilting my head back as I tried to relax. Suddenly, I felt warm hands over my eyelids and I opened them only to see black.

"Guess who?" a honey-sweet voice poured into my ears and I mentally cringed. Shit, it was her. I smirked as I realized a way that I could scare her off, easy as pie…

"Is it…Katrina? No, Rosanna? Or is it, Lorraine? Hang on, it's…Aimee, am I right?" I asked, pretending to think and ponder. Of course, I was nowhere near her name. She removed her hands from my eyes and I swivelled around in my seat to meet with pale blue eyes, hard as ice, anger burning inside of them.

"Oh! It's Hallie! Sorry, babe. C'mere!" I cried, holding out my arms to her in mock-happiness. She just glared at me.

"You are an asshole."

"Me?"

"Yes, you. Good for nothing, jerk. So what? You've been cheating on me with all those girls, Lorraine and whatever the fuck their names are?!" she screeched and I winced. Not good. Shit.

I could see people looking over at us. I wondered if she was going to scratch my eyes out and whether or not she would succeed. Phew, with those scary talons, I mean, nails... (-ahem-) I have a feeling she could.

"No, I mean…" I trailed off as she stormed away. I dropped my head, hearing the bang of the cafeteria doors as they shut behind her. Then, I lifted it the second I was sure she was gone and turned back to my table, calmly starting to eat my sandwich.

"What?" I asked everyone who was staring at me curiously after I took a bite. I pulled a face. Tuna, god I hated the stuff. I put my sandwich back down as Jeff started to speak.

"Uh, dude. She just dumped you." he said.

"I know."

"And you're going to let her?"

"Yeah. I don't care. She was very demanding and screechy, jeez. I can't believe I put up with her."

Jeff just looked at me nodding then turned back to talking with some other guy. I glanced over to Braden who just shook his head at me, I shrugged. I reached over and picked up another sandwich, biting into it. Cucumber…

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Finally.

School was finished for today, I think I would've died if I had to spend anymore longer in lessons.

I flopped lazily onto my bed in my own bedroom in me and Braden's dorm room which we both shared. Thank god we didn't have the tiny cramped ones with the kitchen, living room, dining room all squeezed together, with only one bedroom meant to be shared for two room mates. Me and Braden had the large kind of dorm, kitchen in it's own room, dining and living shared, separate bedrooms, that kind that only the most expensive money can buy.

Okay, I know what you're thinking, exactly what Norah was thinking at lunch time.

'The only reason you got in here was because of Daddy darling's money…'

Wrong.

That bitch doesn't know anything. Nothing.

I used my grades to get into the damned school although I don't know why I even tried. It's Hell. And who even names a school 'Ocean Vista High Boarding School'?

Talk about lame.

However, this school does have its benefits at times.

Tutoring is NOT one of them.

I groaned quietly as I lifted up my head, glancing at the clock on my bedside table, it's bright digital red numbers glaring at me. I glared right back at them.

4:45.

Jesus, already? I rolled off my bed, stretching as I stood up. I glanced down at myself then shrugged, deciding I looked fine. Baggy jeans, large black shirt, old Vans on my feet. Why should I dress up anyway? She's a classified bitch.

I glanced at the clock again, 4:50.

I grabbed my books needed for the session and set off, wondering where Braden was.

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I arrived at her dorm. Number 133. I raised my hand to knock then decided, fuck it. Why should I be nice? I clenched my hands and hammered impatiently on her door. I kept doing it incessantly for a few times until I heard a click. I withdrew my hand to see a very annoyed female, surprisingly almost as tall as me, answer the door.

"No one home." she spat then slammed the door angrily in my face. I just stood there, my mouth slightly agape I'm sure as Norah closed the door in my face.

My eyes narrowed as my brain just registered what had just happened.

No one just slams a door in my face.

The nerve.

I raised my hand again, shifting my backpack on my shoulder, and began my hammering again.

The door opened.

"What do you want? There's no one home!" Norah told me when she had opened the door again, annoyance plain in her voice.

At least she didn't shut it in my face.

Well, not yet.

"Tutoring?" I told her, pretty sure a 'der' expression on my face. She breathed out heavily, closing her eyes as she contemplated whether letting me in or not. I chose that time to study her.

She was tall, way tall. Not as tall as me though, I was still quite a few inches taller. She just came up to half-way on the bridge of my nose.

I looked at her as she tilted her head back, muttering under her breath. She was wearing an old, worn-out pair of baggy jeans which were ripped at the bottoms (most likely, she had changed out of her new ones), a large light gray sweatshirt, with the words written in a dark purple 'Ocean Vista' spread right across it, adorned the upper half of her body making her look really shapeless. I rolled my eyes at seeing this. Jeez.

At lunchtime I had seen her hair tied up in a limp ponytail, it looked so lifeless and dead. That hair was now scrunched up into a messy bun, stray wisps of it had fallen out already.

Her skin was fairly tanned, a natural color. Thank god, I don't think I could've taken it if she turned out to be one of those girls who fake tan themselves and actually think that looking orange is even in the slightest bit cool not to mention those girls even think that we guys find it 'hot'.

It just looks stupid.

What surprised me the most though was her eyes. Yeah, I know, they were only a hazel color to some people but not to me. I could see light flecks of hidden amber, a vibrant mix of colors. There were even occasional specks of…green? Then, I realized I was staring at her and she was staring right back so I averted my gaze, looking away before looking back to see an amused smile plastered across her face, one eyebrow raised.

"Is there something so interesting on my face that you feel the need to stare at it?" she asked my dryly and I snorted.

"Hardly. I was just thinking how someone could look so bad as you do now. I didn't think it was even possible but there we go. I should've known never to underestimate a girl called Norah." I retorted. That wasn't true. Hell, I may be mean but I'm not as mean to say that girls are ugly. I say that to people when I want to piss them off, annoy the hell out of them or just do it for jokes but I never mean it. Sure, I know that there are some who are not really attractive but I've learned that beauty can't only be found on the outside, it can be found on the inside too.

I know it's cheesy but it's actually quite a good lesson.

Norah scowled at me before shaking her head and muttering darkly to herself. I sighed.

"Are we going to do this tutoring thing or stand around all day looking like lemons?" I asked her with the slightest hint of sarcasm. She rolled her eyes and opened her door fully. I stepped in and she closed it behind me but I took no notice of that.

I was too busy being awestruck by her dorm.

Okay, it takes a lot to make me impressed and this is definitely it.

I didn't really think that anyone could top our dorm seeing as me and Braden practically own this school what with our popularity, are rich kids and have it all.

Pretty much.

Surprisingly, Norah seemed to have a dorm that's much like Braden's and mine. Same separate kitchen, living and dining together, separate bedrooms and all that kind of stuff.

But that wasn't what surprised me the most.

It was the fact that it was clean. And I mean really clean.

I have never seen a much cleaner dorm room. Me and Braden's dorm is clean for the majority of the time but only because we can afford cleaners to come clean it out for us.

Norah's dorm is…whoa. It's…just whoa. I never would've thought that Norah could impress me. Especially since I don't know anyone who actually keeps their place clean and a proper clean. Meaning they actually clean it out themselves and take care of it.

I know Norah's not rich, I mean, it's so obvious.

I tried to cover up my amazement by keeping it cool and laid back. I sauntered in casually, glancing around and trying to look bored. I stuck one hand in my pocket, nodding occasionally to myself as if saying, 'Yeah, it's alright…I guess…'

"You know, you can sit down. It isn't contaminated no matter how much you believe it is." Norah said from behind me and I turned around with a confused expression on my face.

"What?" I asked her.

"Well, you're kind of slouching and leaning over. You look kind of crippled actually, now that I think about it. So, I thought you may want to take a seat seeing as you seem to be too shy to ask and look as if you're about of keel over at any second." Norah folded her arms, regarding me. I just looked at her like she was crazy.

"I don't need a seat!" the words flew out of my mouth before I stopped them, making them sound more spiteful than I intended for them to be.

"Uh-huh, whatever. I'm going to get a soda, what do you want?" Norah asked me, completely ignoring what I said before. She just brushed them aside like they were nothing.

"A beer." I answered. Damn, I should learn to keep my mouth shut, I thought to myself as Norah just sighed and shook her head.

"Unlike you, me and my room mate are not daily alcoholics. So it's either Pepsi or Sprite." she informed me. I bristled immediately as soon as the word 'alcoholic' left her lips.

"Hang on just a damn minute. I'm not an alcoholic, okay?"

That's the truth, I'm not. I just consume about one or two beers every month or so. Maybe three or four. Every week…damn! I'm not an alcoholic. No way. I mean, okay, I admit I drink quite a bit but not daily. Only sometimes when I'm really down or in dire need of alcohol to take my mind of things.

Norah rolled her eyes at me as if to say, 'Sure'.

Jesus.