Camille drove into the school building and went to the administrative office where she met other students waiting.
She sat besides three girls who were in the heat of their conversation. One of them precisely the prettiest seemed to be pitying their childishness and foolishness.
"Did you see that guy oh my god! He's the most handsome guy I've ever met in my life I swear," one whose name she later learnt to be Love said.
"Oh my, he's my prince charming," Cynthia spoke.
"Oh you girls should stop being childish and irritating. He's got no time for us," the one who seemed bored with their chitchat commented.
"Oh my sweet Meethi, you didn't see that guy did you? Well, he came after you were here," Love said sarcastically.
"She's seen a lot more or even better. Would you mind hooking us up dear friend?" Cynthia rolled her eyes as Meethi shot a glare at her.
"Well I wanna do something, let's do a bootlicking contest and whoever wins get to see that handsome god," Cynthia suggested.
"Yeah yo right," Love agreed enthusiastically.
"Well am not among your whatever licking contest. You can go and lick shit I don't care," Meethi huffed turning the other way. This statement almost made Camille laugh out loud but judging by the sour look on the other's faces, she knew better than to do that so she just snickered softly to herself while covering her mouth.
"Oh fine you better mind that your wagging tongue that can get you into real trouble," Cynthia scolded warning her looking cross.
"Well, well, well," Love quickly dragged the attention back to herself, "Could you please be our score keeper," she beckoned on Camille.
"I...,"
"OK let's start," Love clapped her hands, "Cynthia, you go first," she suggested.
Camille was surprised. She hadn't even finished speaking when a decision was made on her behalf. She concluded that she didn't like them, all acting so bossy and annoying.
"Alright...uh...handsome, you look so good that I almost peed in my pants from excitement when I first saw you. Could we go out for a date, I mean I'll pay and I promise to give you a good time. As in the own....,"
"Boring, boring, boring," Love cut her off in a ridiculing tone, "Your art of flirting and creativity sucks."
But it wasn't really Cynthia's fault. Boys were the ones that came to her not she going to meet them so she wasn't that good at pickup lines.
"He'll say that he isn't in need of your money. Save it for your medical textbooks!" Meethi spoke again innocently like a mere passerby passing a comment.
"Hey you can't even wish your friend good luck. What kind of friend are you?" Cynthia pouted.
"Are you a friend? You should ask yourself that question," Meethi gazed back at her, "And please stop pouting, it doesn't suit you."
"OK now my turn," Love began not being bothered about them and switching on to her acting mode, "Hello my god, you look like you've just descended from the heavens to grant us mere mortals a chance to catch a glimpse of your heavenly looks. You are like the direct descendant of the goddess. I fear that you may disappear from the earth any time soon. Please stay else my fragile heart wouldn't be able to take it. Only one look from you can melt the hearts of many. A gaze from you can resurrect a forbidden soul cursed to die, you...,"
"Miss Ashley, are you here? If yes, your attention is needed in the office immediately," a young man about in his thirties called out.
"Oh yes Mr, am here," Camille jumped up and followed him closely wanting to leave that arena as soon as she could. She knew those three weren't on good terms judging by the way they talked to each other and also by the jealous expression on Cynthia's face when everyone's attention was turned to Love who had began her bootlicking poetry in the room.
After given her map, list of books and a few textbooks with her requirements and how hostel number, she became even more determined than ever.
She was told that this school is a very competitive one and that most students from the popular high school in town usually came here so she shouldn't feel left out or that she had missed anything because they were all old friends. She knew that the only way to get a good reputation for herself and command respect like in her secondary school days is to be the best.
She would have to study very hard because their professors are very strict and their school usually go out for competitions always coming out the best so she already imagine the efforts the students put through.
The dormitory is about a 10 minute drive from the school area if there was no traffic.
She hopped into the car, turned on the ignition and made her way to the hostel.