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Oh, my God. I was going to die.
Her hair was black and purple. Her nails were black. Her pajamas were black. She was sleeping.
I shuddered at the very thought. A 'scene' kid.
This was worse than some perky blonde with big boobs. At least in that sort of clique, sometimes their hair would be shiny brown instead of blonde. But scene kids looked the same.
Just as I was about to choke myself, her eyes opened.
"Wassup?" she murmured sleepily.
I casually put my hands back at my sides and nodded at her.
"You the new roommate?"
The girl smiled a little. "I'm Allegra."
"Don't say it," she warned.
Got it. No mentioning the name.
"So… Um, here's your bed," she showed me to a twin sized bed that was closest to the door. "Sorry the room's so messy. They didn't tell me you'd be here today."
I dumped my bags on the bed and sat down on it, too.
The room seemed pretty spacious. A mini fridge, a window, a dresser. Exciting stuff, you know?
"You can use my drawers," Allegra said. She pulled open one. "You wanna unload your stuff now?"
"Meh," I replied. I sprawled out on the bed. How could this be happening? I mean, what parents dump their kid at a freaking boarding school while they are on vacation?
I was annoyed.
"Lemme guess…" Allegra said. She yawned. "You're here because you wanted to be away from home ever so much, right?''
One glance at her told me that she was being sarcastic.
"Mhhmm," I murmured.
My stomach growled. Well duh, I was hungry. All I had eaten was some trail mix—and it didn't have any chocolate chips in the mix, which made it all the worse.
"The cafeteria is downstairs," Allegra mentioned. "Your stomach is pretty loud."
I nodded at her gratefully and headed back down the stairs to get food. Halfway down, I realized that I still had my amazing credit card held tightly in my hand. It was hurting my hand though, because I was holding it so tightly, so I put it in my pocket.
The first smell that hit me when I walked in was bleach and mystery meat. I didn't exactly take that as a good sign. I carefully walked up to the serving table and peered into the bowls of food.
"What'll it be?" the cafeteria worker asked me, plopping something into a bowl and putting on the counter. I could swear that I heard her "hehehe"-ing inder her breath as she did so.
"Don't just stand there," she said.
"What… Is that?" I asked her. She shrugged in response.
"Soup, I think. They give me the stuff, I make it."
Well then. Before I could run away screaming from the greenish crap, I quickly controlled myself and walked away calmly. It looked just like I was going to have to find a Safeway or something.
Before I knew it, I was trudging down the sidewalk in a town I didn't know, looking for a gas station or a place that sold food.
I found a 7-11 further down, thank heavens. I bought a bag of chips, a swiss cake roll, and one of those Starbucks coffee bottles.
My stomach growling insistently, I sat down on a bench and began to stuff the cake into my mouth. Then the chips. I didn't realize what I looked like stuffing food in my mouth like a pig until someone sat on the bench next to me.
"Are… You all right?" the person next to me asked. I looked up.
"Hm?" I asked, mouth full. Damn, when I got hungry, I really got hungry.
"You just…. Act like you haven't eaten in weeks."
Oh gosh. The person was a guy. And he was cute. Like, really, oh-golly-im-not-breathing-anymore cute.
I swallowed, suddenly embarrassed. As I should be, considering how I was just cramming a 50 cent cake roll into my mouth like there was no tomorrow.
"I'm good… I mean, I—" I started. He was really hot.
He grinned. "Hungry, much?"
I nodded in awe and in total agreement. Whatever you say, cutie.
"It's all good. I'm glad to see that not all girls eat like they're afraid of being hungry." He stood as a bus pulled up. "You coming?"
I shook my head. "I'm just… Walking back."
"To where?" he asked.
"That one place," I murmured faintly, still in awe of his sexy glow.
"Oh…. See ya," he told me as the bus driver shouted at him to move it. "I'm Xander."
The bus pulled away.
I shook myself out of it, and began to blush. I was an idiot. Real good way to make an impression, Mollie, I thought to myself.
I trudged back to the campus as best as I could while finishing my salty chips. The sun was starting to set, which would have been a pretty sight, especially from Hawaii. Damn my parent's idiocy.
Back in my room, er, technically it was still Allegra's room until I out my stuff in it, she was getting dressed. I walked in just as she was pulling down her, ahem, undergarments. Just my luck, right?
And just because I'm the smartest person in the world, I immediately and automatically covered my eyes and went "Ewwwww". Which wouldn't have been so bad if it hadn't been for the dozens or so bruises on her legs.
"Omigosh, I'm so sorry," I said quickly.
She gave me a quick smile. "It's all good. I would've said the same." Only I wasn't saying sorry about seeing her half naked. She just…. Didn't notice the bruises on her legs?
"What happened?" I asked, gesturing towards that general area.
Her eyes widened for a split second, then relaxed. "What do you mean, what happened? You just came in while I was changing…" she let out a little tense laugh.
It was obvious to me that she was trying as hard as she could to avoid talking about the bruises. I was going to let it go for now.
"Um, okay…" I said calmly as she pulled on a lacy, girly, cream colored dress.
"That's pretty," I told her, letting the subject drop.
"Huh?" she seemed lost in thought. "Oh right. Thanks." she picked at an invisible piece of fuzz on the dress. It seemed like me noticing her legs bothered her. The dress was picked to cover them, too. She put on some black spandex shorts under the dress.
"You going somewhere?" I asked. She still seemed tense. I didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable my first night here.
"Yeah, with my friends Peyton and Latisha. And my boyfriend, Erik," she told me, tying a black ribbon in her hair to hold it back. She turned to me.
"You should come," she suggested, surprising me.
"Oh, um," I flustered, "I'm not dressed." I pulled at my sweatpants.
She laughed. "Neither will Peyton. She never dresses to go with us. I'm just changing because this is kind of a date for me and Erik. And Latisha… You can never tell with her."
"Um, okay," I said with a sigh. I did want to make friends. "Where are we going?"
"To the beach," she said, grinning. She held out her hand to pull me up. "Stargazing."
This girl was surprising me more and more. Dressing in girly clothes despite her dyed black and purple hair, and stargazing? I'd never been. It was again, one of those activities that I'd thought belonged only on TV, for corny nerds.
"Wait, a beach?" I asked as she pulled me out the door of our dorm.
"Hell yeah. You're in California now."