FF story: Chapter 4
Eiffel and The Ruse
Authors Notes: First off, I'm totally sorry for not updating. I've been busy with vacation and working. Well I'm still on vacation but I've had some time to catch up on my story and write. And write did I ever. This is my longest chapter ever I believe so enjoy And tell me if you like the longer chapters and such!
So I'm pulling artistic rank and changing a few things from the previous chapters. I'll edit the other one later but here's the changes:
- Changed the dorm building names and room numbers.
- Jenny and Tinsley have yet to meet.
-Jenny's package of information was emailed to her.
-Jenny has no idea who her roommate is.
Disclaimer: Don't own Gossip girl or It Girl sadly. I own the character of Jeff however. BOOYEAH
Jenny pulled her suitcase up to her dorm room. After being on the train all she wanted to do was relax in a bed, hell she'd even take a couch at this point. She looked at her information that had been mailed to her from the school. Room 215, Eiffel. She had figured out that Eiffel was one of the dormitory buildings. She had looked at the map; there were 3 male dormitories and 3 female. They were all named about famous buildings. She had never been to Paris, so at least she was one step closer. It was somewhat far from the classroom building, but relatively close to the dining hall which was always nice. Nothing was worse than having to walk far in the morning for breakfast. And Jenny wasn't really one to skip breakfast. She and her mother would always have their bacon and toast, along with coffee and orange juice. Jenny awkwardly pulled open one of the doors into the building and tried to get her and her suitcase in without the door slamming on her or her case. And she wasn't exactly going to get any help from her bitchy perspective roommates. After about 2 minutes she completed it with success. And the dorm building looked like she expected her dorm to look, drab. There was a security desk on your left as you entered, vacant. She figured it was for when curfews were instated and for signing in visitors. She walked further into the building and saw that there were no elevators, only two staircases, one with EAST above it, and the other with WEST. This was expected. IT would've been nice if there were elevators on the first day, but the stairs were okay. She was on the second floor so it wouldn't be so much of a climb. As she struggled her way up the first flight of stairs, she was about to turn down the hallway when it had the number one posted on the door. So she had two flights of stairs to climb up and down every day, which sucked a bit more. She sighed and continued up the staircase to the second flight. She pushed through the hallway door and walked down the hallway. The first room on her right was labelled SHOWERS and the one on her left was 204. So the showers were at the end of the hallway, that wasn't so bad. She finally approached room 215; hers was the 3rd on the right. She pushed through the door and came to an open room. So her roommate hadn't shown up yet. That was nice for now, as these girls seemed to have attitudes that rivalled Cruella De Ville. But as long as she had a roommate, because she could not stand living on her own for the next year. Sure she'd make friends, but she knew if she lived with someone her age that they would become very close friends, or at least she hoped they would. Jenny threw her purse on one of the beds and dragged her suitcase to a dresser and started unpacking all of her stuff. After 20 minutes, she decided to ditch the unpacking as she was living her for the next year, at least, so there was no rush to unpack. Not yet anyways. She changed into some shorts and a t shirt. She grabbed her purse and left her dorm room. For now she wanted to explore.
It had been an hour, and Eric was already sick of school. His roommate, Jeff, would not shut up. Jeff had already talked so much about getting stoned this year that Eric could tell the cops where all the stoners would be lighting up he could make a fortune. But Jeff had recognized Eric was getting totally bored, so he started strumming, on his unturned guitar. Now, strumming consistently bugged Eric already. Throw in an unturned guitar, and Eric just felt like he wanted to smash the damn thing. With an awkward guy wave, Eric headed out of his room into the common room. It already smelled like ass and pizza, a common scent in the common room. It was already trashed with footballs, empty pop cans and a little bit of smuggled beer. The beer Eric was okay with, the mess he was not. Eric hid one of the beers out of sight; he'd keep that for later and walked out into the courtyard. He passed the dorm sign on his way out, Big Ben, what a joke. The dorm name didn't make sense for the guys that were in it at all. He felt they should've been Pisa, considering how the pizza delivery guy knew them all by name seeing as how much they ordered it. He wondered where Jenny was staying. That girl kept haunting his thoughts, and he didn't know why. She had acted bitchy like every other girl on the train, but she seemed to have a nicer inside. The bitchiness was less then desirable but he knew that once he got to know her, she would be one of the nicest girls he knew. Which was a common rarity at this school. This school reminded him of the first time he went to Paris with his mom and sister. They had gone to Fashion Week and he had been dragged along. He was thinking Paris would kind of be like the states, boy was he ever wrong. He hadn't been pushed around so much unless he was about to get in some fight with some idiot on the street. But Paris was brimming with those kinds of idiots. Everywhere he went he was pushed, shouted at in French, or being persuaded to buy some fake tourist key chains. He was oh so glad to return to New York when people at least attempted to say excuse me when they squished you with their shoulders. Eric passed all the different dorms and headed out to the main garden of the school. It was a ruse this garden. It was elegant and magnificent; nothing this school would ever be, or rather, the students of this school. But the school had to schmooze their money out of the parents wanting to give themselves a break from their students. And this garden was that ruse. It had elegant flowers, benches, and a statue or two when there were to be tours. The statues weren't left up year round; otherwise they would have been defaced day in and day out. He sprawled out on one of the benches, put on a pair of his Ray Bans aviators and layed there in the sun. Hopefully he would remain undisturbed. Unless it was Jenny of course. For her, he wouldn't mind anything.