(5) First Day
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“Rise and shine, Alex! We need to be in the cafeteria for breakfast in twenty minutes,” someone said as more light flooded the room.
I groaned and pulled my blanket over me. “Five more minutes.”
“I wish! Classes start at 8 AM sharp, and we have to be at breakfast by 7:10,” he explained.
“Fine,” I sat up and yawned, rubbing my eyes.
“Had a nice sleep, sleeping beauty?” Charlie grinned.
“Who’s so eager on a Monday morning?” I grumbled.
“I am because I went for a morning jog,” he stretched.
“Morning what?”
“Jog. You should join me sometime,” he offered.
“No thanks. It’s summer; I’m supposed to be sleeping now, not stuck in stupid summer school.”
“Hey, it’s not that bad. You still get to have fun.”
“Whatever.” I got off my bed, placed my uniform on it, grabbed my towel and underwear, and headed to the bathroom.
“I still need to shower, so don’t take half an hour in there like most girls do,” he said as I shut the door.
“I’m not like other girls; ten minutes tops and I’m out.” I started brushing my teeth. My hair was messy, but a quick brush fixed that.
Ten minutes later
I walked back into the room with my towel around me. “It’s all yours,” I said to a shirtless Charlie, who looked good. I put on my uniform and styled my hair, letting it fall naturally wavy. I packed my books and slipped my phone and room key into my pocket.
Charlie dressed quickly and styled his curly black hair. “Ready, Alex?”
“Anytime you are, Charles,” I smiled as he locked the door.
“Great timing, guys,” Elliot said behind us. I turned to see him looking sharp in his uniform and wearing glasses.
“What’s up, four eyes?” I teased, and he glared at me.
“Shut up! I’m not wearing these stupid things again,” he grumbled, taking off his glasses.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” I grinned.
“I’ll just sit in the front row.”
“Which I call the target row,” I said, turning to Charlie, who laughed.
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“Morning, guys. AJ!” Noah winked as he sat next to me with his tray.
“Ready for our first class?” he asked eagerly.
“Of course, but I’m itching to cause some trouble,” I replied.
“Alex, don’t you dare,” Elliot warned.
“Trouble is my hobby; I can’t resist,” I whined.
“Well, try! Can’t you go a week without landing yourself in a cell again?” he sighed.
“Wait, again?” Charlie gaped at me.
“I had a good reason,” I shrugged.
“Looks like we’ve got another troublemaker on our hands,” Noah smirked. “Xavier will have competition.”
“Noah, I found out my roommate’s name—it’s Xavier,” Elliot added.
“No way! Good luck, dude,” he chuckled.
“How did you find out?” I frowned.
“Easy. Our mini-refrigerator had a case of beer with tape saying ‘property of Xavier Roberts.’”
“You have a mini-refrigerator? No way!” I pouted.
“Yeah, but I wouldn’t use it. Xavier gives me bad vibes with his dark personality,” he shivered.
“Well, I’d like to meet him. Maybe we can team up and stir up some trouble,” I smirked.
“Absolutely not,” Elliot shook his head. “Didn’t you hear what Noah said about this guy?”
“Loud and clear, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to meet him. I need to know my competitor,” I shrugged.
“No, Alex. I promised your mother you wouldn’t cause any trouble,” he explained.
“That’s your problem. Anyway, I want to get to my first class so I know how to spice up my history class quickly.” I finished my breakfast and got up with my bag and empty tray. “Let’s go, Noah,” I demanded.
“Sure, AJ. Later, guys,” Noah followed me as a few guys checked me out.
When we finally found the classroom, we had three minutes before the bell rang, and only a few guys were there.
“I’m taking a window seat,” Noah said, placing his bag on a desk by the window.
I chose a desk in the second-to-last row on the opposite side, close to a wall covered in posters.
The bell rang, and the rest of the guys rushed in, grabbing desks quickly. A guy with ginger hair sat next to me. “Just in time,” he muttered to himself.
The teacher walked in—definitely looked like my history teacher back at school, even dressed similarly; he just lacked spectacles.
“Hello, everyone. You’ll address me as Mr. Edwards. I’ll be your history teacher for the rest of summer school,” he wrote his name on the blackboard. “Now I see we have a gi—”
The door opened, and a guy strolled in. “You’re late,” Mr. Edwards said.
“Yeah, no s**t, Sherlock. If I was late, the doors would be locked,” the guy replied sarcastically. I liked him already.
“Detention. Now go to your seat, Mr. Roberts,” Mr. Edwards ordered.
“Yeah, whatever,” the guy flipped him off and walked to the back row, taking a seat by the window. I observed him better; he had brunette hair and a dark, bad-boy look, but what struck me were his striking sapphire blue eyes.
“Now, as I was saying, we have a girl in our midst,” Mr. Edwards continued.
“Yeah, no s**t,” I said out loud, making all the guys chuckle except for the mysterious guy.
“Why don’t you stand and introduce yourself?”
“Yeah, that’s not gonna happen,” I said, checking my nails.
“I like her already,” a guy said.
“Introduce yourself, and everyone else will follow,” Mr. Edwards pressed.
This guy was seriously testing my patience; I’d have to add him to my prank list.
“And I said that’s not going to happen. Just start the class,” I rolled my eyes, hoping he’d take the hint. If I snapped, things could get ugly.
“That’s detention for you, Mrs. James,” he snapped.
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“One period, Alex. One period, and you couldn’t go without landing yourself in detention,” Elliot sighed.
“Well, it’s not my fault Mr. Pushy was testing my patience,” I defended myself.
“But still, you could have kept your rudeness to a minimum. I’ll let this one slide, but if you get another detention this week, I’ll have to tell your mother,” he warned.
“Whatever,” I flipped him off.
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