Chapter 2 - 2.

Two hours later we arrive at the Los Angeles academy. I look at the ivory structure that rises before me, everything makes me think that I will definitely lose. The bus stops in front of two structures divided into two dormitories: one male and one female, three floors each. Both are built of bricks, they remind me of old houses without a refreshing of painting. I'm curious to know who will be my roommate, I hope it's nice but I hope it's not like Grace, my old roommate, who did not stop talking and mumbling day and night. It drove me crazy, I asked to change rooms a year later.

I'm aroused of my thoughts because of a wild crazy Dinah that jumps on me starting to tickle me, I laugh and laugh at the same time she laughs. Scream among laughter drawing the attention of all of us, suddenly appears along the corridor that strange girl who pushed me a little while ago, and once again all remain silent in its passage, even me and Dinah, who laughed in splits, we shut up when we pass 5 cm away. She turns her face towards us, the hood still lifted obscures her whole face revealing only the two emeralds that she finds as eyes. He stares at me, has a penetrating look, as if he could read me without difficulty. I feel a strange sensation, it is as if millions of butterflies fly in my stomach, the breath becomes heavy like the head. I try to support his gaze, but I immediately distract him, he sneers and falls off the bus followed by all the students who are on it. I wait until it has completely emptied and I decide to get up and then go down. With my usual luck I hurt a foot and stumble falling off the bus, there is someone under me, I open my eyes and I remain breathless at the sight of that angel: the girl has the lowered chap, eyes emeralds are still brighter now, the straight nose, the perfect lips, that oval face almost cadaverous emphasizes both the eyes and the long black hair that reach her under her curvy breast. "Be careful" he throws me down by slamming my poor Cuban butt against the pavement floor. <> I try to say looking into her eyes but that prosperous breast attracts my full attention. <> She says amused while I blush for the figure, takes off the sweatshirt revealing a strong body, wearing a tight black t-shirt that highlights the merchandise, torn black jeans perfectly bandage her legs like a second skin. As soon as you move your left arm, you will notice two tattoos: a 27 in Roman numerals at the base of the inside of the arm, while on the outside there is a colored dagger. <> whisper, she nods, gets up and only now you know that around you have hips has a belt covered by the shirt but does not hide the strange swelling. She notices that I fix those swellings and put on the sweatshirt raising the hood and then disappearing as soon as I closed my eyes for a fraction of a second. I look for her with the look but it is as if she had disappeared into nothingness, I sigh and enter the female dormitory with two questions: who is that girl and what is she hiding?