"Sorry?" I repeated.
"Emily is a transfer student to this school." He said. I flicked my gaze to this gardevoir and back at my teacher. "Your dorm is vacant for one more student. I will be putting her with you and Anna. I'm sure you guys won't mind?"
"I uh- Shouldn't Anna's opinion be factored in?" I asked, nervously.
"She has already requested that an extra person be add to the dorm." Mr. Prince said, going behind his desk. "Are you guys getting along?"
"Of course!" I said. "Maybe I'm just too nice that she doesn't trust me."
Mr. Prince chuckled. He gathered some paperwork and came near me.
"You're always a good kid," he whispered. "I trust you. Do me a favor this time. Show this student around." With that, he pulled back and told Emily to sign things. I could tell she was a little hesitant at first, but she signed it anyway.
"Ok, get along you two." He said, ushering is out the office. "Office is closed and I'm leaving." With that, he locked the door and left. I stood there awkwardly with my knee pads and bag.
What the fuck? Why is Emily here? I have practice... I glanced at Emily who looked bored. Grrr... I don't want to be in this position. I should just ditch her. I then remembered Mr. Prince saying that I was a good kid. Screw conscience...
"So..." I cleared my throat. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm asking what you are doing here?" She said, looking at me with one eye.
"I came to this school since I left middle school," I said, feeling my chest get tighter.
"I transferred here, is there a problem?" She said.
"Actually, yes," I said firmly. "The fact that now we have to live in the same dorm."
"I didn't have a choice." She huffed. "I would rather live with a Muk with a nice attitude than you."
"What do you have against Muks?" I said, appalled.
"Nothing, I just would rather live one rather than you." She said, glaring at me. My heart raced in frustration.
"Whatever," I said, shouldering my bag. "I'll show you around. I'll show you where the dorms, class, and where the diner is and that's it. I got somewhere else to go."
"Hmph!" She said, crossing her arms.
Fucking ass... I thought. I felt a sharp slap to my face.
"Don't you dare ever call me that," Emily said. I rubbed my cheek where the blood was clotting up.
"Whatever," I said, pushing the door. I made sure to not open the door for Emily.
God damn... I can't believe she is here. Especially after what had happened... I thought. Emily's arm tightened up. So she remembers too...
We both walked to the lecture halls.
"Here's the lecture halls, yadayada," I said. A couple of students were looking at us weirdly. "You should have got your schedules... there's the room numbers, all lectures are here."
"I get it." She said.
"Then why don't you go explore this campus yourself." I shot back.
"How about you stop being a jerk first?" She countered. I huffed and walked over to the lunch stands. Emily trailed behind with a distance.
"Food is here," I said. "Dining hall is there if you want to eat inside." I purposely didn't want to walk over there because it was far. That would mean I have to walk back to the gym, which would take up more time.
"Why can't we go there?" She asked, innocently. This bitch...
"The diner is closed currently," I said.
"That's bullshit." She said. "What kind of diner closes at eight? I think humans must be reminded not to lie to their superiors." She pointed her hands at me but suddenly crumbled to the floor in pain. I stood there silently.
"I would warn you that using your abilities on the school campus is strictly prohibited," I said, watching her get up from the floor. "The Blockers will detect any moves and cause a temporary migraine to those who use their powers. Depends on the user, however."
Emily stood back up. She glared at me with the most hateful expression I've ever seen. We silently walked back to the dorms.
"Why did you move to this school?" I asked, trying to be as polite as possible despite the hostility emanating from both us.
"That's none of your business." She growled.
"Okay then," I said. We walked silently until we reached the dorm key.
"This is our place," I said.
"I can see that," Emily said. I bit my tongue from saying any further remarks about her bitchy-ness.
We both went upstairs. I turned the key and opened the door.
"This will be your room," I said, opening the door. I secretly didn't mention that her room's heater didn't work. However, during the summer, my room's AC didn't work so I would have to go to this room. Wait... that means during the summer I am going to have to go to Anna's room... I think she made it clear that she didn't want me in her room ever again after I spilled something... I will figure something out when summer comes... I thought.
"Are you hungry?" I asked, half-heartily.
"I already ate." Emily huffed. I was about to say something but a growl sounded. I sighed.
We sat at the table where I scooped Anna's dinner onto the plate. I handed her a fork which she took.
"I will be heading out. Just put the dishes in the sink." I said, preparing to leave.
I glanced back at Emily who was eating alone. She was sitting there slowly eating by herself. I don't know why, but eating alone is the second worst feeling in my list. Something inside made me sad at the sight of Emily. I wanted to help, but at the same time, the things that happened between us made me want to hate her and abandon her. I went back into the house and put my belongings on the couch. I glanced at the clock, which flashed 9:13. I pulled the chair out and sat on it, watching her eat.
"What are you looking at?" Emily demanded.
"Sorry," I said, taking a book out. I read silently as she ate. She finished silently and placed the plates into the sink.
"You still hungry?" I spoke.
"No." She said.
"There is desert in the fridge," I said, still sitting. "Make sure to take my portion and not Anna's."
"Okay." She said, disappearing into her room. "You mind as well go to practice, I can unpack myself."
With that, she shut the door. I shut my book and placed it back into the shelf. Maybe I shouldn't have been so nice... at least she could have said thank you or something... I took my bag and left the dorm without another word.
I arrived at the gym with a sour feeling. I swiped myself in and walked to where the nets were. I saw some of my teammates already practicing.
"You okay?" Hunter asked.
"Yeah," I said, settling myself down.
"Yo," Ori said.
"Sup," I nodded. I slipped on my right knee pad and walked onto the court.
"Let me play back row," Hunter said, patting my shoulder. "Mind hitting for me this time?"
"I'll play for a couple of rounds," I said, changing positions with him. Somebody served the ball and it crossed over successfully. I patiently waited for the setter to make his move. As the ball was set high, I quickly moved into position with my middle blocker. I jumped and the hitter tipped the ball over our block.
"Tip!" The middle called. Hunter scooped the ball up with a receive. I jogged backward, waiting for a set The setter tossed the ball over to me.
It's a little low... I thought as I approached. I spiked the ball nevertheless. The ball was caught in the net and fell to the floor.
"Damn..." I muttered.
"Don't mind!" Hunter called.
"A little higher please," I told the setter. He nodded and I went back into my position.
Oddly enough, I can't play as well as I could tonight. I thought as I received the ball. The ball was a floater, so the setter had to run to it. Why am I feeling so crappy right now? Is it because of Emily? I jumped at a hit. No way, this is bullshit...
"Here!" I called. The setter glanced at me and gave me a high toss. Perfect.
I ran up to the ball and hit it as hard as I can. That felt good... I thought. However, as my eyes shifted upwards, the blocker from the other team had the same timing as me. The ball bounced off his arms and blew backwards. Damn...
Luckily, our libero was able to recover the blocked ball.
"Again!" I said, raising my hand. The setter put up another toss, as perfect as the last. I jumped mid-air, analyzing the blockers in front. There was one blocker in front and one that was approaching. My straight was cut off and hitting a cross is risky. I sneered and tipped the ball over the block. As I landed, so did the ball.
"Nice tip," Hunter said.
I should have hit that cross. I thought when I looked at their back row players.
Our server pitched in a jump serve to the other team. I watched as the topspin caused the ball to rebound to the other side.
"Nice serve." Our middle complimented. The setter jumped to prepare a jump set but pushed the ball over the net last minute.
"Nice dump," I muttered. I shuffled over to my outside position. The server yet again performed a jump serve. This time, he aimed directly at somebody.
"Yo! Chill with the serves!" The guy called, receiving the ball perfectly. I analyzed the timing and the attackers running up. Their outside player wasn't running up. Their middle has already begun. Their opposite had already prepared to jump. I decided to move back and rest on the ten-foot to defend.
"Watch out!" Our setter called. My eyes followed the ball as it was tossed to the middle player perfectly. The middle player hit and it was aimed at me. I slow to react, receiving it squarely in the upper forearm. The ball flew upwards. Somebody had to run after the ball. I hopelessly watched them run after the ball, to no avail. The point went to the other team as a result.
"Yo, what's going on?" Ori said, pulling me off the court. "You are playing like shit."
"I don't know," I said to my friend. He waved to two other people to take our places.
"Come on, what's happening?" Ori said, making me face him. "Grades?"
"No," I said.
"Then you're fine!" He said, clapping my shoulder. "Why do you look so depressed?"
"..."
"Is it your girlfriend?" He asked gently.
"No," I said. "It's... something I don't want to say."
"Alright." He said. "If you need anything, just tell me. I'm here for you okay?"
"Thanks, Ori," I said. We sat down on the bench watching the team play and horse around. He was there with me the entire time.