"So where are you going now?" Julie asked. "I don't know. I think I might go home to my Dad's for a little while. I doubt he'll be home. He probably didn't even remember my birthday. He never remembers any thing unless it's business." I sighed. "Stop sighing! You've sighed 137 times in the past hour. You depressing me!" Connie yelled.
"And we all know what that'll do. Hey ladies." Luis walked in. "What, can't find anyone better to flirt with?" I asked. "Ha ha. Very funny. So whatcha doing?" he sat down on a pile of posters. "Get you ass off my posters, Mendoza!" I cried. "Sorry." "We're helping Hallie pack." Knock knock.
"Hey, Hallie Orion?" someone asked. "Yeah, who wants to know?" I turned around. "Dean Buckley wants you." "Oh great. Now what's he want?" I threw the shirt I was folding at Luis and walked out. "Thanks for the shirt Hallie." he yelled. "If that shirt is gone when I get back, you head will be mine, Mendoza!" I yelled back. "Whatever!"
"Hello, Miss Orion." Dean Buckley smiled at me. "Ok, let's get down to business." I responded. "Excuse me?" he gave me a puzzled look. "We both know you didn't call me down here for a social visit. So what do you want?" I glared at him. "Well, a young man came in and confessed to starting the fire. So, you can stay. But I'll be watching you." he said. "Oh, great. Not only have I been kicked out of 13 schools, and a convicted felonist, but now I have the administrations eyes on me." I said sarcastically.
"Good news. I can stay!" I yelled when I got back to my dorm. "Cool. What happened?" Luis asked. That guy scares me somedays. "Oh, some idiot went in and confessed to starting the fire. But the Dean is going to be watching me." I rolled my eyes. "Sucks to be you." Adam said. "Shut up." I threw my pillow at him. "Oh, what, now you're starting pillow fights too?" Charlie asked.
"You're asking for it kid." I threatened. "Oh, whatcha gonna do, kill me?" he answered. "No, but I might sit on you." I said. "Oh, wow." he r olled his eyes. "Ok, you two. Stop flirting." Scooter said. I replied by throwing a pillow at him. "Hey, you remember what happened the last time you did that?" Rachel asked. "Yeah. And history does seem to like repeating itself." I said. "Oh well. We'll just have to take our chances then."
He didn't do anything. "Hey. Wassup?" Peter walked in. I threw a pillow at him. "Hey! What the hell was that for?" he cried. "Nothing. I just felt like it." I smiled innocently. "You don't expect to get away with that, do you?" he asked. "Maybe, maybe not." He started tickling me.
"Stop that...he he...Peter....ha ha...knock it...hee hee.....off....ha ha....please!" I laughed. "Okay. I guess I could." he smiled. God, he's cute!!!!