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∞ BROOKLYN RUSSELL.
“Get up!” I heard Lana’s voice clearly, since I had woken up a few minutes ago, but the thought of getting out of bed was just horrible. I just groaned and rolled around, trying to find a comfortable position to continue sleeping. Once I felt a pillow smack me on the head, I realized I should wake up.
Jumping out of bed, I grabbed the same pillow and threw it at Lana, who just rolled her eyes and walked out of the room. For some reason, everything we did was fight. And they were all stupid fights.
“You’re going to be late, you know,” Jessica said, holding tight to the handle of her bag.
I shrugged. “Don’t wait for me,” I told her, rubbing the sleep off of my eyes and looking around for some decent clothes. I decided to wear some of the new stuff I had bought recently, since wearing baggy clothing was getting kind of old.
No one knew about the rumors people spread about me here, so I didn’t need to hide. It took a lot of time to convince myself of that, though. I had this feeling that someone from my old school would suddenly appear and tell everyone what I did.
Or what I didn’t. Mostly what I didn’t do, but they think I did.
I shook my head, trying to push away though of people from the past. I had new friends here and I could focus on finally being able to live without a bad reputation.
After I had showered, I grabbed my new clothes and ripped the tags off, putting on a cross-embroidered skirt and a simple white collared tank top. I grabbed a pair of aqua wedges and my favorite black bag, and then stepped out the door.
“Wait for me!” I heard someone exclaim loudly and I noticed a familiar head of red hair running towards me. Oh, Marina.
I slowed my pace and waited for her to catch up with me. We started walking towards the same building, since our classrooms were very close together. “We’re meeting at Sushi Rox for dinner, right? I have that exam on A Tale of Two Cities tomorrow and I seriously need to discuss the book with someone smart.”
“Of course. I’ll be there at 7,” I replied before heading off to my class. I was late, obviously. I tried to silently sneak in, but the teacher quickly spun around just when I was about sit down.
“Miss Brooklyn! You’re late again,” He commented, raising an eyebrow.
Shit. I totally forgot I had History and it meant that I was now in front of one of the most attractive guys I had ever seen in my entire life. I quickly fixed my messy hair in an attempt to look better and smiled innocently at him. “I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.”
He nodded, his face slowly relaxing as he continued writing down things on the white board. My eyes couldn’t help but trail down his body and I bit my lip, trying to get him out of my mind. Who hired these teachers? It’s obvious everyone around here is completely infatuated with Mr. Vaughn.
It made me feel somewhat pathetic, but at least I wasn’t sighing dramatically every time he walked past me like some of the girls in the class. I opened my laptop and started taking notes of the lesson, fully trying to focus on what he was saying instead of /him/. I resorted to just looking at my screen, or else I would say or do something inappropriate.
And we really wouldn’t want that, would we?
Half of the class was trying hard to keep their eyes open, while the other half – mostly girls – were paying attention to what the teacher was saying. I was part of the latter. The class was soon finished and everyone was standing up from their chairs when I decided to approach Mr. Vaughn.
“Mr. Vaughn?” I started in a tentative voice. “I was wondering if you could give some extra classes for the topic we are discussing, I’m having some trouble understanding it.”
His eyes widened for a second and I raised an eyebrow. His expression soon turned into a more professional one and he smiled tightly. “Of course, Brooklyn. Meet me here after school hours and I will help you.”
I smiled wide. “Perfect. Thank you so much, Mr. Vaughn.”
He shrugged. “It’s my job to teach you guys. I need to make sure I’m doing it right,” He said, picking of his brown satchel and a large stack of papers from his desk. “I need to grade your essays, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I stared at him for a few seconds as he walked out of the classroom and I did the same. I rushed over to my next class, not wanting to risk being late again. Mr. Vaughn had been way too nice not giving me detention for being late to his class. But then again, I wouldn’t mind spending some extra time with him.
The day passed by excruciatingly slow. I debated whether or not to fall asleep in all of my classes, but I opted for the first option. I wanted a clean image here at PCA, no sleeping during class and things like that. For once, I wanted to be the good girl.
“Brooklyn, get you’re a-s over here!” I heard someone from behind me shout as I was walking back to the dorms and I stopped, turning around to find Damien holding up two cups of coffee.
I rolled my eyes playfully, jokingly sashaying over to him. “Is that for me?” I asked, acting surprised.
“No, I’m addicted to caffeine and I need two coffees in the middle of the day to function,” He replied sarcastically with a smile as he handed me the hot drink.
I took a small sip, savoring the hot liquid in my mouth before swallowing. “I needed that, thank you.”
“Oh, I know you love coffee,” He said, jokingly glaring at me, referring to the way we met. I accidentally bumped into him while buying coffee and made him spill it all over his shirt.
“Shut up and enjoy your drink,” I stuck out my tongue at him and took another sip from mine.
“I better drink it now or it will end up all over my shirt,” He mumbled and I hit him in the arm, careful not to spill his coffee.
“Can you stop making jokes about that? It’s getting a little old,” I joked, slightly pouting at him.
He patted the top of my head in an affective manner, messing up my already super messy hair. “I’ll stop if that makes you happy, my dear Brooklyn.”
I grinned, giving him a one-armed hug. “Thank you. Now I better go study for a stupid Chemistry exam I have tomorrow.”
Damien nodded as he started walking towards his dorm. “I’ll see you later at Sushi Rox, Marina invited me too!” He said loudly as I started walking towards my own room. I proceeded to raise up my hand and give him a thumbs up as a signal that I had heard him.
I guess transferring to this boarding school was the best choice after all.
I’m free of the stupid rumors people made up about me.
I’m free of the insults people harshly threw my way.
And most importantly, I’m free of prejudice.
Or at least I think I am.