AUTHORS NOTE : I definitly like writing shayla more than clarke. She's more fun ;D
"Get your filthy hand off of my ass, Ryan." I wiggled away from him and turned so that I was staring at him. He had dull eyes that made me feel
like I was staring into a toilet. Eyes that I despised, because they were always trying to get a peek down my shirt. Ryan was a senior, thank god,
and he'd soon be leaving Hunnington Academy and going off to Brown. "Aww Shay, I cant help it! What do you say we go up to my dorm," He
winked at me with his toilet eyes and continued talking, "My roommate is in physics right now, so we'd have it all to ourselves." He smirked and
wrapped his lanky arms around my waist. I wouldn't even be tolerating him if he wasn't the son of the Dean. Ryan was a class A dumb ass and I
wanted nothing more then to push him off of the roof of his daddy's office. "I think I'm going to pass, I told Clarke I would hang out with her
soon." I pulled the bottom of my brand new pink halter, that had just been shipped in from Bloomingdales, down and started to walk away. I
could still hear Ryan's loud breathing behind me. "Oh Clarke? I don't think she will be wanting to hang out with you today. I saw her going up to
the boys dorm with that new guy Nate." My feet stopped moving and I turned to look at him, placing my hands on my hips. If there was a new boy
at school then Clarke shouldn't be the one speaking to him first, It should be me. "Nate?" I asked, my eyebrows raised. "Yeah, the guy that pulled
up in the Volvo this morning. I don't judge guys, but he was good looking." I looked at Ryan and laughed slightly, if this new guy was rich enough
to pull up in a Volvo, I was going to be sure to make him mine and not Clarke's. "Thanks Ryan for all your help, I'll reward you later." I smirked and
took off running.
As my feet smacked against the hard, cold ground, I was thanking god that I had decided to wear sneakers rather than flip flops or heels. A
part of me had also been despising the recent summer break for taking away school sport practices and making me feel out of shape. It had been
made a school requirement that all students play at least one sport at my school due to the recent concern of overweight American teens, so I
had chosen soccer. I had started as the underdog, not knowing anything about soccer in general, but eventually I learned and had recently been
made the first ever Junior to be Capitan of the team. Over the summer, however, I had kicked back and relaxed. I had taken it upon myself to not
excersize whatsoever during my almost too short summer break. Instead, I visited the Hamptons, Paris, London, New York, and many other
places. I ate food made by top chefs from all over the globe, and didn't care about fat content or anything else along those lines. However, as
soon as I returned back to school on Monday, I realized how much I desperately needed to run all the extra belly,thigh, and ass fat off. Clarke had
come back just as perfect as she left. She was perfectly proportioned and I hated that. There was something about Clarke that made me try hard
to be better then her. I knew what she was capable of. She was beautiful in a very simple way. Clarke didn't need to wear makeup. She had
smooth skin, and her eyelashes were dark and long so that it looked like she was wearing mascara at all times. The only thing I ever saw Clarke
put on was eyeliner. She once told me that without it she'd feel naked. So one time, when we were in seventh grade, I took her eyeliner and hid it
from her. The poor girl didn't go to class until her beloved father overnighted a box full of brand new, top of the line, eyeliner pens. Not only did
she have natural beauty, but she was so fucking nice and cute and everything that a guy asked for. I had to work hard to be better then her, so I
did. I put all my effort into making sure all the guys knew my name, even if that meant they knew it just for a booty call.
It started to rain as I walked up the narrow stairway to Kennington dorm. I could feel the gaze of every boy in that room staring at me from
head to toe and I could only imagine what sick fantasies they were thinking of. There was a freshman boy sitting on one of the large brown
couches. He was sexy as hell for a freshman. I could tell just by looking at his legs that he was tall. Probably six-four or something magnificent like
that. His rough blond surfer hair hung above his eyes and he ran his fingers through it. He looked like someone who would give in to questions
easily, so I walked towards him and sat down. He looked at raised his eyebrow and I couldn't help but notice the bright sky blue that radiated
from his eyes. "What do you want Shayla?" I looked at him, stunned. He knew my name and I hadn't offered it to him. That just went to show how
much of a royalty I was at this school. "How do you know my name?" I figured his answer would be something along the lines of, 'Well Shayla,
you're the most popular girl in the entire school, I worship the ground you walk on.' Unfortunately, It wasn't. "Shayla, you've known me since I
was born. I'm Clarke's brother." I could feel my jaw drop a little when those words escaped his mouth. This boy, who was so beautiful, couldn't
possibly be Clarke's baby brother. Last time I had seen him, he was about 5'3 and was overweight for his age. That was only two years before
this, so I didn't understand how someone so disgusting could grow up to be someone so drop dead sexy. "No way in hell are you Colton
Jameson." I glared at him, trying to make him crack and give up the fact that he was lying. "Yes I am Shayla, I'd show you my birth certificate if I
had that laying around." He smirked and ran his fingers through his hair. Everything about him infatuated me. Even the way he smelt was godlike.
It reminded me of the smell you get when you open the door to Hollister. "You've uhm, lost weight." He laughed and nodded his head, "Yeah, I hit
a pretty good growth spurt." I nodded, still in some kind of sick daze that I couldn't break out of. I wanted to insult him, ask him where his sister
was, and steal all her glory of having the new guy to herself. But in a way, wasn't Colton a new guy? Would it be weird for a junior girl, who was
the most popular girl in school, to fall for a freshman boy that she used to pick on in elementary school? I couldn't move from my spot, I was
stationary for the rest of my life as long as his ass was on that disgusting couch. "So what are you doing in the boys dorm?" He asked, totally not
interested in anything I was doing. "Oh, I was looking for your sister.." The words barely escaped my mouth. I was having trouble speaking to this
perfect human being. "Shes upstairs." He looked at me, shrugged, and in a matter of seconds my new infatuation was walking out the door. I sat
there stunned for a few more minutes until finally I got up and went upstairs, hunting for my best friend and the new guy.
"Uhm, I'm looking for the new guys dorm room. Nate, he's a junior." I walked towards one of the less attractive freshman students and he
looked at me, pushing his glasses up his nose. "Biggest room in the dorm, its at the top." He pointed upwards and stared me down, possibly
expecting some sort of reward for his good deed. I glared at him and moved my hand as if I were shooing a dog. "Be gone freshman, you have
offered what I wanted from you." he nodded and wondered off to his dorm room, hugging his book bag as he did so. I laughed and started my
long journey up to the 7th floor of the dorms. I didn't understand why Colton didn't get the biggest room. He and Clarke we're like royalty at this
damn school, which was why she was granted the seventh floor dorm room as well. It was like a Upper East Side pent house. That dorm room
had the works. Two bedrooms, two full baths, a kitchen area, and a living room area as well. It had originally been made for the Dorm advisors
who were forced to live in the dorms with the students, but had been given to Clarke and a boy named Kyle about two years ago. This was due to
the dorm advisors getting their own personal wings built on the side of the dorms. I had begged Ryan to convince his father to give me that dorm,
but since precious Clarke's daddy was on the board and her great great great grandfather had built the school back a billion damn years ago, she
was the one who received it. Her and a roommate that neither Clarke, nor I could stand. Her name was Bentleigh and she had grown up with us.
Then we got in a fight with her and things were never the same. We had practically shunned poor Bentleigh, who was like a cute little girl with big
ass boobs. She had strawberry blond hair, and big round green eyes. She always wore her hair in braids like a 9 year old, but it was cute for her.
She was so incredibly slow as well. 99% of the time I wanted to shake her until she grew a brain. Guys liked her though because of her cuteness.
She was probably the most adorable person on the entire planet and I grew to hate her for it. Clarke just didn't like her because I told her not to.
Everyone listened to me at all times, and I liked it that way.
As I reached the door to the seventh floor that just read "DORM." I could hear Clarke's adorable little laugh. I rolled my eyes and pulled a
mirror out of my purse, checking every aspect of my makeup to make sure my face was perfect. It was, so I then pulled out a brush and brushed
my hair. After that was done, I flattened my shirt, pulling it down so that my boobs were hanging out a little more then usual and pulled down the
shorts that I had been wearing. Finally, I knocked on the door and waited for an answer. I was shocked to see the guy that opened the door. He
looked like a model. Sort of like a mixture between Chase Crawford, Ryan Reynolds, and Chris Pine all wrapped into one. It was like one big pile of
sex and I wanted him naked right away. "Hi, I'm not in any assistance of room keeping quite yet." He started to shut the door and I stopped it
with my hands. Room cleaning my ass. I didn't look like a maid and he knew it. "Well, good thing I'm not a maid then. I'm Shayla Covington,
Junior." He raised his eyebrow and stood there, not saying anything to me. He looked uninterested in what I was saying to him. "Okay, I just
walked up seven flights of stairs, may I please come in or are you going to be rude and make me sit in the stairway like an idiot." I smiled as
sweetly as possible, still trying to catch my breath and he pushed the door open for me. "Come in Shayla." He walked towards his couch and sat
down. I could see Clarke had already made herself comfortable, because she was fast asleep on the other sofa that was sitting across from the
one I was on. "So, why are you here?" He looked at me like I was nothing. I looked over at Clarke and had noticed how someone, probably Nate,
had put a blanket on top of her and I got a little sick to my stomach. I didn't much care for sweet guys. "I just came by to say hello to you, is that
such a crime?" Clarke's face seam to scrunch up, the way it normally did when she was pissed off with someone. I overlooked that and kept
talking, "How did you manage to get this big room?" He looked at me and smiled, "I fucked the dean." Clarke let out what seamed to be a laugh
and I stood up, "You fucked a man?" He nodded and I rolled my eyes. "Yeah okay, now tell me the real reason please." I wanted to know what
the trick was to getting such a room. "Well, Clarke's brother needed a roommate, and my roommate was some geeky looking freshman. So Clarke
and Colton got the dean to let me move in to this room." That figures, she was already bribing him so that he would like her more. "Well, Shayla,
I'm going to start unpacking. So I'll talk to you later. Hopefully you can see yourself to the door." I nodded and stood up, holding my hand out for
him. "Pleasure," I said and shook his hand. I felt like my plan to win him over had failed and so as I walked out the door, I picked up the phone
and texted Ryan. "Go to your daddy's office and get new guys files. We're going to find out everything we can about him." I smirked and put my
phone away. This year was going to be interesting.
