I let out a sigh as Jake dragged the portman behind me. He didn't have to, and by the looks of it, he doesn't even want to. But then, he would have to upset mom who'd do anything to make me realise what an ideal 'fatherly figure' Jake was.
"What did you get in this?" He said, as the portman slides and bangs the door. As if this man could do one thing right!
"You didn't have to do this! I could pretend you did that and Mom would never know!" I said, taking the portman by its handle, as Jake puckered his lips. One of his annoying habits.
"I love your mom, and you don't lie to people you love. Unlike some people..." He said, knocking on the door. Probably he hadn't seen the big, fat lock on the door.
"Don't look at me like that!" I said, pulling the key out as the lock clanked open.
"Really? Didn't you run off to the cemetery after everything Heather told you!" He said, and I gritted my teeth.
"You don't say a word. It's all because of your son!" I said, pushing the door open.
"Heather will hear of this-"
"Cut it off, Jack! My mom isn't your safe word. Get the hell out of here before I punch you in the damn face!" I said, glaring at him and he chuckled. The portman toppled open and the scarf fell off.
"Oh! I am scared. Face it, she believes everything I say... And it's Jake, Marietta!"
Fucker. This is why I hate him! Pretentious bastard had mom wrapped around his freaky fingers.
"Listen Jackass, my mom isn't here to save your ass. If you don't get the hell out of here, I will make sure Gina doesn't have more morons for brothers or sisters!" I said, my fists drawn into balls as he walked two steps back. Anyone from Chesterville could tell you that Jackass wasn't stupid enough to move back. No one messes with Marley when she is angry. That's just one of my many issues. Or so I was told!
"I don't even know why your mom pays for this stuff! You are anything but a girl!" He said, walking away as he picks the scarf and throws it on the dorm bed . Good for him.
"Wow. That was really something!" I heard the whistle growing loud in the corridor.
I turned around to see a guy, standing against the wall in the hallway. His green eyes gleamed, and his raven black hair falls to a side as he walked. I rubbed the corner of my eyes. I looked closer into him. His lip gleamed silver from the stud. That must have hurt. He bit on it as one end of his lip bends slightly more than the other.
"Umm...You are staring." I said, clearing my throat when he stopped right outside my door. He leaned on the door frame, his pitch black tee and ragged black denim gave him away as that kid your mom always told you to stay away from. But for some reason, it all felt familiar. Black and denim was my go to attire for everything in Chesterville. Some other day I'd complimented his choice of 'minimalistic' but after the hundred mile ride in a closed space with two of the most despised person on the planet- Gina and Jake, it was tough.
"I didn't take you as the shy type!" He said, and I noticed his cheeks duck into depressions, growing wider with his smile. Cool dimples. I let out a sigh.
"You're one to talk after eavesdropping a stranger's convo!" I said, shrugging, and when I reached for the door to slam it right into his face, his hand popped in the air.
"You're going to close the door on my face?" He said, letting out a chuckle. Classic.
"I am not here to make friends!" I said, unapologetically.
"One more won't hurt you."
"I don't even know you!" I said, scowling at him. So unladylike. Whatever!
"But you fascinate me..."
"You don't even know me!" I said, rolling my eyes. If he was here to flirt, he picked the wrong girl. Couldn't he take a hint? I had the most subtle outfit on. A counterfeit Rockbandit tee (because the original was expensive), and denim quarter pants. I tied my hair in a messy bun because that's the only way I knew how to tie it. Nevertheless, the raven boy had to go.
"True." He said.
"Get the hell out before I do things I'd regret." I said, pinching my nose and to my surprise, he leaves the door as it slams close.
"What a freak!" I mumbled, as I saw the portman's zip had come off with the hit.
I dashed to pull out the tangled tees, mounds of denim pants, and the accidental summer dresses that fell all over the place.
"Ugh, this is so annoying!"
I bundled them in my arms, dropping them on the bed.
Knock. Knock. I swear if it is the black hair boy, he is going to get a piece of my mind! Enraged, I reached for the door as the incessant slamming grew harder.
"What the he-" I stopped mid-word hell, to gape at five feet something of a barbie doll, in flesh and bones, standing at the door. I blinked my eyes, expecting a reaction. But instead, she clinged on her bag, pulling her shades off and the amount of eyeshadow she had on, made me want to run for hills. Oh, how could I forget that Weston High was for the posh, overtly fashioned crowd?
"Umm...How may I help you?" I asked, trying not to stare and point out more at the lack of clothing near her boobs, and how breezy her miniskirt was for a barely there fall season. For some reason a stupid thought crept in my head- Jesse would be thrilled to meet her.
"Walk to a side, I will see the dorm myself!" She said, scrunching her nose and I tried my best to walk to the side and silently clean the mess on my side of the bed.
Basic manners said I was to introduce myself to the Malibu princess but, based on the amount of sighs she had shot in a period of five minutes, I wasn't up for a round of pity party of self loathing, rich kids. I would pass. Thank you.
"Isn't this place a little too small for two people?" She finally broke her silence, turning her glance at me. Wow. Small room? Sure. If two twelve by eleven feet of a bed were small enough to fit in a room with space for dressers and table...Really small!
"I guess the small will help in cultivating new friendships!" I said, air drawing a cross across my chest.
"Ugh. Anyways. What's your name?" She asked. Guess she'd never ask!
"I am Marley!" I said, plopping on my bed.
"Barley? Like the cereal?" She said, looking at me quizically. Barbie is deaf? Or dumb? Maybe both.
"It's Marley...with an 'M'." I said, emphasising on the M.
"Oh-" She uttered, throwing the bag over her bed.
"I am Sherry!" She said.
"Okay. Guess you need to get your luggage?" I scanned the hallway for some, but saw none.
"It's yet to be delivered by my chauffer." She said haughtily.
"Oh-" I said, when she walked to my bed and picked my Rockbandit Tee.
"You're a fan?" She asked, her eyes shining.
"Yes, I guess." I said, shifting uncomfortably in my shoes. For someone who grew up bathroom singing them, fan isn't quite the word. Maybe, a devotee?
"We are gonna be close friends!" She shrieked. Uh oh. That would be a first. I don't do friends.