CHAPTER TWELVE
I am abruptly wakened by an annoying buzz. Groaning, my arm flails out to smack the incessant wail. Grinning with success I start to drift back asleep, when there is a knock at my door.
Groaning I roll back over, but the knock becomes more persistent, "Ya ya! I'm coming." I swing my feet over the edge, and shiver. I wipe the sleep from my eyes, and smooth my hair back. The knock sounds again, "I'm coming!" I stress.
I walk to the door and lethargically turn the knob and let the heavy door swing open with a loud groan. There's no one there! I go to shut the door once more when my bare toes brush against something. Glancing down, I see a back pack. I pick it up and start investigating.
"Good morning, student." I hear a sneer, and glance up.
Startled honey eyes meet clashing green, I drop the bag and stare stupidly at Tobias, "Uhh.." is all I can manage.
Sucking in a breath, Tobias's gaze roves over me and I glance down. Abruptly grabbing the bag, I clutch it to my chest and slam the door in his face, "Basta." I swear at him.
"Who was that?" A sleepy voice sounds behind me.
I turn and reply, "None other than Tobias Clarke!"
"That sneaky bastard. But, I suppose he has a legitimate reason for walking past. The only way to get from his floor out to the main hall is down the staircase at the end of the corridor." Jean reasons. "What's that?" she points at the bag.
"A back pack. With everything I need to start school, with my name all over it."
"Really?" she asks incredulously.
"Yeah! I wonder who left it."
"Tobias?" Jean offers.
"No," I shake my head. "He wasn't in the hall when I got the bag."
"Huh, oh well. As I always say, 'Don't look a gift horse in the mouth'! Now for what to wear for school!" Jean studies me. "I know just the thing!" She dashes over to the closet.
"What?" I try to peer over her shoulder but she sends me away.
"Hold your horses." She snorts, "Two horse references in that many minutes. Hunh!"
"Heh..." I half-heartedly chuckle.
"Here!" she tosses a white blouse at me then runs over to the dressers and throws a pair of black jeans at me, and then from another drawer, a sunrise coloured, crushed velvet vest. Jean walks back into her room to get herself changed.
I get my own underwear and brazier, and head to the bathroom to change and shower. I whip of the nightie, brush my teeth, wash my face and then wash my hair quickly in the shower. After blow-drying my hair, I put on the wisp of black lace for underwear and then the pants.
To my amazement, they were extremely snug and low riding to expose my navel. They weren't too tight and, turning, I notice that my ass looks hot in my reflection. Looking at the shirts, I decide to fore-go the white shirt and, after putting on my bra, put the vest on. It fit nicely. Also, snug without being tight, and incredibly soft. The zipper matches the vest, making it appear seamless. Vee-necked with no sleeves, the shirt was a knock-out that exposed the swell of my breasts.
I tie my hair out of the way and expertly apply make up the way Jean showed me last night. I let my hair out of its confinements, and let it cascade around my face and shoulders. Running a brush through it, makes the hair shine and look baby-soft.
I pick up the white shirt and go back into my room. There is something I hadn't noticed on my dresser, and I pad over in bare feet to take a closer look. It is what appears to be a jewelry box. I lift the lid and peer inside. Not stunned by the lavished gifts anymore, I extract two small silver studs and insert them in my ears. Then I tie a necklace around my neck and fix the pentacle until it rests gentle at the hollow of my throat.
From my dresser, I put my digital watch back on. Jean knocks on my door, and I tell her to come in. Jean's mouth is agape as she takes in my appearance, mouth flapping like a fish.
"You look... Fabulous!" Jean hugs me. Jean wears blue jeans that fit like a second skin and a purple tee-shirt. No jewelry.
"You too." My voice is honest. "I decided to toss the white shirt. Is this... appropriate for school?" a trace of anxiety creeps into my voice.
"No no. You aren't exposing anything outrageous. You'll be fine." Jean shrugs, "Lets go down to breakfast now, shall we?"
I am abruptly wakened by an annoying buzz. Groaning, my arm flails out to smack the incessant wail. Grinning with success I start to drift back asleep, when there is a knock at my door.
Groaning I roll back over, but the knock becomes more persistent, "Ya ya! I'm coming." I swing my feet over the edge, and shiver. I wipe the sleep from my eyes, and smooth my hair back. The knock sounds again, "I'm coming!" I stress.
I walk to the door and lethargically turn the knob and let the heavy door swing open with a loud groan. There's no one there! I go to shut the door once more when my bare toes brush against something. Glancing down, I see a back pack. I pick it up and start investigating.
"Good morning, student." I hear a sneer, and glance up.
Startled honey eyes meet clashing green, I drop the bag and stare stupidly at Tobias, "Uhh.." is all I can manage.
Sucking in a breath, Tobias's gaze roves over me and I glance down. Abruptly grabbing the bag, I clutch it to my chest and slam the door in his face, "Basta." I swear at him.
"Who was that?" A sleepy voice sounds behind me.
I turn and reply, "None other than Tobias Clarke!"
"That sneaky bastard. But, I suppose he has a legitimate reason for walking past. The only way to get from his floor out to the main hall is down the staircase at the end of the corridor." Jean reasons. "What's that?" she points at the bag.
"A back pack. With everything I need to start school, with my name all over it."
"Really?" she asks incredulously.
"Yeah! I wonder who left it."
"Tobias?" Jean offers.
"No," I shake my head. "He wasn't in the hall when I got the bag."
"Huh, oh well. As I always say, 'Don't look a gift horse in the mouth'! Now for what to wear for school!" Jean studies me. "I know just the thing!" She dashes over to the closet.
"What?" I try to peer over her shoulder but she sends me away.
"Hold your horses." She snorts, "Two horse references in that many minutes. Hunh!"
"Heh..." I half-heartedly chuckle.
"Here!" she tosses a white blouse at me then runs over to the dressers and throws a pair of black jeans at me, and then from another drawer, a sunrise coloured, crushed velvet vest. Jean walks back into her room to get herself changed.
I get my own underwear and brazier, and head to the bathroom to change and shower. I whip of the nightie, brush my teeth, wash my face and then wash my hair quickly in the shower. After blow-drying my hair, I put on the wisp of black lace for underwear and then the pants.
To my amazement, they were extremely snug and low riding to expose my navel. They weren't too tight and, turning, I notice that my ass looks hot in my reflection. Looking at the shirts, I decide to fore-go the white shirt and, after putting on my bra, put the vest on. It fit nicely. Also, snug without being tight, and incredibly soft. The zipper matches the vest, making it appear seamless. Vee-necked with no sleeves, the shirt was a knock-out that exposed the swell of my breasts.
I tie my hair out of the way and expertly apply make up the way Jean showed me last night. I let my hair out of its confinements, and let it cascade around my face and shoulders. Running a brush through it, makes the hair shine and look baby-soft.
I pick up the white shirt and go back into my room. There is something I hadn't noticed on my dresser, and I pad over in bare feet to take a closer look. It is what appears to be a jewelry box. I lift the lid and peer inside. Not stunned by the lavished gifts anymore, I extract two small silver studs and insert them in my ears. Then I tie a necklace around my neck and fix the pentacle until it rests gentle at the hollow of my throat.
From my dresser, I put my digital watch back on. Jean knocks on my door, and I tell her to come in. Jean's mouth is agape as she takes in my appearance, mouth flapping like a fish.
"You look... Fabulous!" Jean hugs me. Jean wears blue jeans that fit like a second skin and a purple tee-shirt. No jewelry.
"You too." My voice is honest. "I decided to toss the white shirt. Is this... appropriate for school?" a trace of anxiety creeps into my voice.
"No no. You aren't exposing anything outrageous. You'll be fine." Jean shrugs, "Lets go down to breakfast now, shall we?"
