I've just finished packing my messenger bag with some items I want with me today, when there is a knock on the door. Expecting it to be Ryker at the door, I open it with a grin on my face.
Instead, I find a stranger in a vest, shorts and argyle socks. My grin freezes on my face awkwardly as I give him a once over. He looks like a teacher's class pet who belongs at an all boy prep school. I look down at my outfit today, which is black leggings tucked into combat boots, a school issued black collared shirt, and a flannel tied around my waist. Am I supposed to be dressed like this preppy boy next door? I shrug internally and decide that I'll be dressing how I want to here.
The stranger looks at me, and he has light blond hair, vibrant blue eyes and a blinding white smile.
It instantly irritates me.
"Yes?" I ask him.
