Chapter 2

Nick's POV

Oh goodie. A boarding school. My ridiculously young mom (she had me when we was 15 and smoking pot or something). I'm half her age now, she's 30. Do the math. Mom wants to go on a two-year trip to Paris to meet up with my father, and since he doesn't know I was born, I'm being sent to a freaking boarding school. In California. I dunno why, but the school in California gives me the creeps.

The name's Nick Ride, I live in Virginia. I'm not gonna lie, I'm attractive. I have a six-pack, going on eight. And according to several girls, I'm "hotter than Robert Pattinson!" Isn't he the gay fairy from Twilight? (A/N: Sorry, twilight fans! Personally, I'm not a fan. I read the first three books, and watched a two-minute clip from the first movie. I nearly bashed my head into the wall because Anna Kendricks was calling Robert Pattinson hot. Seriously, people? He's not that attractive! Taylor Lautner is, though. Sorry, off topic.) Whatever. I have a stalker here, her name is Lissa Dwyer. She's got unnatural red hair and every time she gets the chance, she sticks her tongue down my throat. I hate her.

Anyways, I handed the taxi driver $5 as a tip and unloaded my bags. All black. Did I mention I only wear black, or dark colors? Well, now ya know. I'm not emo or goth. Call me that and your body will never be found.

I opened the door to my dorm and found a pale boy with strawberry-blonde hair unpacking his stuff. He turned around and smiled at me. I instantly knew he was blind. I've never met anyone who was blind, but they way his pale blue eyes were clouded over and unfocused, it seemed natural.

"Sup, man? I'm James Griffiths. You must be Nick. Parents tired of you too, eh?" A jokester. I remained silent and went over to the empty bunk. James had keen ears and followed my movements perfectly. "Where are you from?"

I didn't answer. I'm not mute, I just don't like talking. Or showing emotion. James, thankfully, got the hint and backed off a little. I finished unpacking and there was a knock at the door. I looked over at James, who shrugged. I opened up the door only to find the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.

She had long blonde hair with brown streaks and warm brown eyes. She had curves in the right places, was tall, though I towered over her at 6'2". She didn't have a bit of makeup on her face, yet looked amazing. She had nice long legs and-

"Are you done checking me out?" she snapped. "Sexist pig," she muttered under her breath. I raised an eyebrow, wondering what she wanted. She had some luggage next to her, so she obviously wasn't going to show us around. "I'm lost," she sighed. "Can you tell me where the Kennedy Building is?"

I picked up a map I'd gotten when I arrived and handed it to her. She traced her finger over the map carefully.

"I'm Max," she said finally. James appeared behind me.

"You've got a girl already? Man, you're good!" James cackled, slapping me back. I glared at him, though it was wasted on his blindness.

"I needed directions, sexist pig!" Max snarled at him. James smiled at her.

"I'm James," he said, holding out a hand. Max shook it, looking unsure. "This is my roommate, Nick. I think. He never confirmed that." James eyes widened in mock horror. "He could be a terrorist, or an assassin!"

Max snorted. "James, I've known you for two minutes, and I already know you're not important enough for an assassin to be sent after you." I smirked.

"Are you mute? Yeah, put the blind guy and the mute in the same room, why don't you!" James rambled on.

"I'll walk you to your dorm," I spoke for the first time. Max winked at me and I felt my heart swell.

"He speaks!" James announced. I rolled my eyes and Max cracked a smile. I picked up my jacket and helped Max carry her stuff so I wouldn't look like a jerk.

"So, Nick. Where are you from?" Max asked.

"Virginia," I replied. Suddenly, a redhead attached herself to my lips, shoving ehr tongue down my throat. I gagged, my body attempting to double over, but only shoving myself closer to my molester. The redhead thought I liked it and kissed (if you could call it that) me harder. I shoved her away and spat on the ground.

"What the hell!" I snarled, my dark eyes blazing. "Who are you?" I locked eyes with her bright green ones. "Lissa?"

The Lissa-look-alike giggled. "No, silly! I'm Lissa's identical twin sister, Bridget!" Oh gods. There were more crazy Dwyer girls running around? Just what the world needs. Bridget moved in for another kiss.

I thought quickly and grabbed Max's hand. Max was stunned by the display of affection (if you could call it that) and didn't fight back. "Sorry, I already have a girlfriend!" I yelped, holding up mine and Max's intwined hands. Max looked just as surprised as Bridget, though a lot less angry.

"You're cheating on me, Nicky?" she squealed. "How dare you! I'll never trust men again! How could you?" she flounced off dramatically. Max tore her hand away.

"What was that?" she growled. I winced.

"Lissa was my stalker in Virginia, she thought I was her boyfriend. Now she has an identical twin sister who is equally crazy. I swear, I've never met Bridget before, though." Whoa. Too many words. Overload. Well, Max deserved an explanation.

"Okay, but we're not dating." Max grabbed her stuff and we walked the rest of the way in silence.

Interesting. So, Max and Nick have met!