Chapter Two.

The plane was small and crammed, I sat next to a lady that seemed to be in business of some sort. She also didn't sleep on the flight, her eyes glued to her laptop as she typed on some sort of business document.

I stared out the window the whole time, admiring the cities from above. I thought about how many people below were doing things that would never be caught.

How there was probably a man in the first city that we flew over who was a drunk.

How there was probably a woman in the second city that we flew over that beat her kids.

How they were probably never going to see any punishment, how they're kids are the ones who will grow up all fucked up and it's their fault.

Like my parents. My mom who overdosed on pills once a month and I as a 9 year old would have to help her up and walk her around to get her body functioning again.

How I had to deal with her addiction until she killed herself with a gunshot to the head when I was 11.

My mind stayed away from any thoughts about my dad, I still wasn't wrapped around what happened with him.

"Kid. The plane landed." The woman said in an annoyed tone as she got up and walked down the aisle to exit the plane.

I rubbed my eyes and followed behind the exiting passengers.

There was a lady that was supposed to be waiting for me by the terminal to guide me to the school.

She had blonde hair that was tightly pulled into a bun, all stray hairs were slathered down with gel. She wore a black business-pants and a matching coat.

Her crystal-blue eyes looked me up and down, obviously judging. But I'm used to that.

She wore a pair of thin glasses that stayed on the tip of her nose.

"You're Alex Ray North?" She said in a nazely voice.

I nodded. "And you are?" I responded with just as much annoyance as her.

"Willoa Turae, Ma'am Turae to you."

I nodded. "Okay."

She walked me through the airport and out to a black car, she got into the backseat and waved for me to follow.

"Who are you?" I asked.

SHe rolled her eyes. "I already told you."

I mocked her eye roll, "I mean who are you in the school? Are you a teacher?"

She shook her head. "Assistant to Madam Coronel." I assume that's the head principal

I nodded.

After about half an hour of awkward silence, we arrived at the school. I hurried out the car and stopped to stare at the hell that I was entering.

"If I run now, how far will I make it?" I asked Ma'am Turae. She cracked a small smile.

"Not very far, now hurry on." She said with her crisp English accent.

I groaned and followed behind her.

We entered the tall, dark, wooden doors and walked through the entry room. Her heels made a clicking sound against the marble floor.

She led me to another room, a desk greeted me along with an old lady who sat behind it.

"This is Ms. Rose. She will assist you with your schedules. Good luck, Alex." Ma'am Turae said as she left the room.

I sighed and looked at Ms. Rose. Her eyes stayed on mine for a second too long, annoying me. "What are you looking at? Are you going to give me my fucking schedule or not?" I spat.

She rolled her eyes and looked down.

"Here is your schedule and room number." She said, handing me a folder.

Her hand gestured to the door. "That's your guide for the day."

"I'll see you soon." She said, waving me off.

I paused. "Why?" I asked.

"With one look at you, I can tell that you won't last long here at all." She explained, pushing her glasses up and into her gray and whitened old hair.

"It's not like I wanted to be here in the first place, so keep your mouth shut next time?" I suggested with an eye roll.

"You're not the only one who's daddy sent them here because they were too hard to handle, don't throw a fit that he's not here to save you." She spat with venom.

I clenched my jaw, thinking about what I could do right now.

I had totally forgotten about my guide who stood awkwardly in the doorway.

The boy walked next to me and rested his arm around my shoulders.

"Greetings, Ms. Rose. Having a pleasant day greeting our new classmates, hm?" His english accent spoke.

Ms. Rose rolled her eyes. "Get daddy's boy out of here?"

I tried to step forward but the boy's grip on me was holding me backwards.

"Say one more fucking thing and I swear-" I started.

"Ohhkay... me and this fine young man are going to be on our way, alright Ms.Rose? You just keep sitting there and looking pretty." The boy said, guiding me out the room.

I fumed silently, digging my nails into my palm.

"Can you get your fucking hands off me?" I asked the boy.

He laughed and removed his arm from my shoulders.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"Doesn't matter. I don't need you to guide me. Leave me alone, and we'll be cool." I said, turning around.

Suddenly, I felt the folder that was in my grasp being ripped from my hands.

I groaned. "I don't want to talk to you." I complained.The boy smiled and opened the folder. "And I do want to talk to you..." He said, gazing at the papers. "Alex Ray North."

I rolled my eyes.

"Wait- you're my best friend's new dorm mate!" He said excitedly, putting his arm back around me.

"Hands off." I muttered.

He hummed and removed his arm again.

"Anyways, I'm Calla."

I nodded slowly. "Okay, cool. Great. So glad we did that. Now will you leave me alone?"

He smiled and shook his head. "Cmon Lexie! Let's go find your dorm, hm?"

I rolled my eyes and followed him.

Truth be told, I love the nickname 'Lexie.' My sister always called me before she left. I missed it.

After being led down 4 different hallways and up a flight of stairs, we arrived at room 322.

"This is yours." Calla said as he stopped in front.

He opened the door, walking right in.

"Rova?" He called out, I'm assuming that's my roommate.

A voice answered, "Calla!"

"I come bearing gifts!" Calla replied.

Rova came running in, he had tan skin and dark, curly hair. His olive-green eyes shone even in the dim room.

"Gifts?" He asked.

Calla smiled. "Him.'

Rova's eyes shifted to me. "Oh hi! Who are you? WAIT! No way- is this the new guy? Man, everyone has been expecting you. New mysterious guy from the States!" He spoke quickly with excitement.

I nodded.

"Sick." He noted, walking back into his room and closing the door.

Calla laughed and shut the front door, walking into the main room and collapsing on the couch.

I followed and sat on the chair.

"Why did you get sent here?" Calla asked.

I Thought for a moment. "A lot of shit."

Calla laughed. "Makes sense, me too."

I gave him a questioning look.

"Parents got sick of my shit. I'm too gay and drink too much." He explained.

I laughed. "Makes sense." I said, using his words.

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Thank you for reading!

Rova is literally my favourite btw, what about you?

Chapter three is out.