Cosmic Love

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Chapter 4—House of the Hot New Girl

Sick Puppies blasted from Ryan's headphones as the cab drove towards her new school. After being kicked out of private school, her parents finally had enough and sent her to a really strict boarding academy. And Ryan wasn't fine with that; she had to live with a bunch of prissy freaks and go to school. And at this school, she couldn't skip.

The cab stopped in front of a really archaic house. Without even saying thanks, Ryan got out, holding her only bag. She threw a few pounds at the driver, whom cursed at her. Of course, she ignored him and knocked on the door. The door creaked open, as if the house was welcoming her. She shook her head and walked in.

A huge chandelier hung above her. The floor was tiled and sarcophaguses lined the hallways. A woman suddenly walked in front of her.

"Hello, dearie," She chirped.

Ryan winced, but held her gloved hand out. "Hello."

The woman ignored her hand and hugged her. Ryan choked and attempted to get the woman off of her, but she wouldn't let go. The woman finally let go. "Are you Ryanna Joanne Chadwick?"

Ryan winced at her full name. "It's Ryan," She said.

The woman smiled, not fazed by Ryan's apathetic attitude. "Sweetie, I love that hair color," She said, touching Ryan's red and black locks.

Ryan was shocked; the woman was sweet and the complete opposite of Ryan. How could she like her hair?

"Sweetie, you could either stay with Joy or Mara. Or you could stay in the attic," The woman told her.

"The attic," Ryan said, almost immediately. She hated sharing and the attic seemed her type.

Before the woman could speak again, a guy came out of a room. His headphones were loudly playing a Sick Puppies song.

To her surprise, the woman rolled her eyes and took the headphones off of the boy. "Turn that down, Eddie!" She warned.

The boy, Eddie, looked sheepish. "Sorry, Trudy," He muttered. He was American, just like she was.

Trudy sweetly smiled, as if she was the Sugarplum Princess. "It's okay, sweetie. Would you be a dearie and help Ryan with her bag?"

Eddie noticed Ryan for the first time and sent a toothy grin towards her. "Sure."

As they headed towards the attic, Ryan felt the urge to ask Eddie something. "You like Sick Puppies?"

Eddie got a faraway look in his eyes. "Yeah, my girlf—Yacker and I love the band," He quietly said, not looking her in the eye.

Ryan decided to leave the subject alone and they continued in silence. He dropped off her bag, before promptly leaving. Ryan started to unpack, wondering what got Eddie in a bad mood. Did she say something? What happened?

After unpacking, Ryan faintly heard Trudy calling everyone to supper. Groaning, she dragged herself downstairs. As soon as she entered, she felt everyone's stare on her. What? She wasn't the weirdest thing in the room; there were twins sitting next to each other and a girl wearing all pink.

A brunette girl whispered to a dark-haired girl, "What's with all of the piercing and tattoos?"

Quite abruptly, one of the blonde twins got up and exited the room.

Smirking, Ryan sat down in his empty seat. Next to her, one of the blonde twins was fervently typing on his iPhone. Ryan saw the familiar logo.

"You like Tumblr, too?" Ryan asked the blonde guy.

He looked up, surprised that someone was talking to him. "Well, yeah," He answered.

"How many followers do you have?" Ryan questioned.

"Just peaked at six hundred. Oh yeah!" He nearly shouted and pumped his arm, almost taking out his glass of water.

Ryan stifled a laugh. "Really? I just peaked at eight hundred," Ryan said, raising an eyebrow. She started to drink some water.

He stared at her, before saying, "I like you. Will you be my friend?"

Ryan almost spit her water out. No one ever asked her that. She was suddenly hit with fear; she quickly built her walls back up. "I'm not hungry," She quickly said, pushing her chair back and going out into the hallway. She leaned against the wall, breathing hard. And then, she heard something.

"Evan, leave me alone! We're done; we've been done for two years! I don't like you," A dirty blonde girl shouted at one of the blonde twins. And she turned to leave, but the guy grabbed her wrist.

"Nines, I love you," He begged.

Wow, déjà vu, Ryan bitterly thought.

"I love Fabian," She fiercely said, yanking her hand from the guy's grip. The guy tried to pull her back, but the girl shoved him into a table. She started to walk away, but she didn't see the guy raising a fist to strike her.

Ryan caught the guy's arm and twisted it. The guy cried out in pain and the girl turned, surprised to see Ryan there.

"Leave her alone or you'll have to mess with me," She harshly whispered, before releasing the guy. And she walked away; she was tired of being the victim and seeing other girls become the victim.

"Thank you!" The girl called.

She didn't reply as she went upstairs.

As she rounded a corner, she bumped into a girl. She had dark red hair, almost the same color as Ryan's hair. She was wearing fishnets, a long t-shirt that substituted as a dress, and biker boots Ryan liked.

"Seriously; what is it with people bumping into me today?" The girl grumpily said.

"It's your fault," Ryan shrugged.

"No, it's yours," The girl argued.

"I could argue all day and all night; it was your fault," Ryan crossed her arms.

The girl stared at her, before moving downstairs, mumbling to herself.

Ryan smirked and went into her room.

It was about midnight and Ryan was starving. She hadn't eaten since the airport and she skipped dinner. Clutching her already-flat stomach, Ryan crept downstairs and past the creepy caretaker, who was talking to his stuffed raven. Ryan entered the kitchen to find that someone had the same idea she had. A dark-skinned guy was eating the leftovers, which was a heaping bowl of lasagna. The boy turned towards her, his mouth full with the cheesy goodness.

For the first time in a while, Ryan laughed. "You look crazy," She giggled.

The boy looked like a deer caught in the headlights. But with a smile, he offered her a spoon and a plate, which she took.

After he swallowed, he explained why he was up. "In about four hours, Mick, the bottomless pit, will sneak up here and eat the leftovers. And well, I skipped dinner and a boy needs to eat!" He said, patting his stomach. "And you could too!" Realizing what he said, the guy quickly covered his mouth. Ryan raised an eyebrow, before beginning to eat. "I mean, you look great! You aren't fat! You're really skinny…not super skinny! Like those scary models Amber makes me watch…" He trailed off. "Hi, I'm Alfie."

"Ryan," She said, laughing. Alfie and the fun blonde twin were pretty nice and funny.

For the next three hours, the two chatted about anything and everything. They quickly bonded over their love for pranking, baking wars, dancing, aliens, and photography.

But as the sun started to rise, the two failed to notice a hooded figure outside the window, within clear earshot of the two. The hooded figure stopped the tape recorder and quietly stepped away.

The hooded figure uploaded the entire three hours of Ryan's and Alfie's conversation to its computer. A ping sounded on the computer. The figure checked its e-mail and found an invite to the "The Alumni Gala". Grinning maliciously, it clicked confirmed.

Wow! Shocking!