"Mitchie..Mitchie, wakey wakey," Caitlyn sang.
I pulled my blanket over my head, "Five more minutes,"
Caitlyn giggled softly, snatching my blanket.
"If you wait five more minutes you'll be late. Come on you don't want to be late on your first day," she said, tossing me a white blouse and a plaid skirt.
Urgh. Sitting up in my bed, I grabbed my uniform and looked out the small window. The sun hadn't even risen yet!
"What time is it?" I asked.
"Six o' five," Caitlyn said matter of factly, pulling up her socks to her knees.
"Six?! What time do classes start?"
"Seven,"
"What?! Why didn't you tell me yesterday?"
"What? I asked you if you needed to know anything else and you said you were good. I thought you knew," Caitlyn replied.
Falling back on my bed I covered my face with my pillow. Wether to suffocate or not to suffocate.
"Mitchie, you're going to be late," Caitlyn warned, pulling her hair back into a pony tail.
She turned to me and smoothed out her jacket, "Does my hair look ok?"
I nodded and began on my way to my drawers when something caught my eye. A red and black fedora hat that looked strangely similar to the skirt. Then I got a brilliant idea.
"Hey Cait, put this on," I ordered, tossing the hat to her like a Frisbee.
She caught it and stared at me awkwardly then put it on.
"No, take your hair out," I said, and she did.
Caitlyn turned around and fixed her hair in the mirror, from the reflection I could see that she was smiling.
"It's awesome Mitchie, but hats during school hours are against the rules,"
I shrugged, "Rules are meant to be broken,"
Caitlyn beamed and ran to her closet.
"The is always something I have wanted to do," came from the closet.
Caitlyn emerged from her closet and sat on her bed as she started to put on a pair high top black Converse. She picked up her Mary Janes and tossed them into the closet from her sitting position.
She stood up and eaximed her feet, "So?"
"You look great," I said, rummaging through my bag for the black waistcoat I knew I had.
AHA! Found it.
I put it on over my untucked white blouse, fixing the puffiness of the shirt. I pulled the sleeves up to my elbows and scavenged around for the black low tops I came in yesterday. Finally finding them half-way under my bed, I put them on and waltzed over to the mirror and merely ran a brush through the waves. I mean, who was I try to impress anyways...Oh yeah, everyone.
I passed Caitlyn as she came out of the bathroom, toothbrush and toiletries in hand. I went into the small bathroom, washed my face and teeth and applied a small amount of make-up...Remembering how much black eye shadow and red lipstick Tess Tyler had on yesterday scared me into wearing lighter shades of everything. But I, Mitchie Torres, will still rock smokey eyes.
I came out of the bathroom to see Caitlyn pulling her hair back up.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"It's agaisnt school rules," she said, sadly looking at the hat.
"Caitlyn, rules are meant to be broken. They're just words. Heck, sometime they are even written down. So who says we can't break them?"
"Uh, the dean,"
"Besides him,"
"The teachers, other adults,"
"Just wear it, please?"
Caitlyn took the hat hesitantly, "Okay...you ready to go get some breakfast?"
"Yeah,"
After breakfast at six-thirty at the morning...I mean, seriously how does that? We made our way to our first class that luckily we had together. Caitlyn looked like she was about to pass out, which is ridiculous. Has she ever broken a rule or done something 'out-of-line' here?
I gave her a smile and we both entered the classroom.
Outside Dean's office...
"I can't believe this," Caitlyn whispered.
"I know, me either. It's my first day and I already got sent to the dean's office,"
"You?! I've never been sent to the dean's office!" Caitlyn yelled, burying her face in her hands.
"It's okay, just relax,"
"No. No, it's not. My parents are going to find out and kill me. Then probably send me to a convent or something and you now what el-,"
"Shh!" I warned Caitlyn.
For down the hall came, the boy under the tree...the dean's son...Shane Gray. He cast his own wind as he walked down the hallway. Looking like an Abercrombie model...in slow motion, and you know, with a shirt on. And omigosh, the hair covering his face...If I could just run my hand through it, I would die happily.
Then..he walked right past me.
Sigh.
"Mitchie, are you seriously mentally blowing me off for Shane Gray?"
"No! Its just, he looks and- and he's just,"
"Ladies," a voice said.
I could hear Caitlyn stop breathing.
The dean, Shane's father, ushered us into his office. Caitlyn and I took a seat in the two chairs places in front of the large oak desk. The name plate on the desk reading: Jonathan Gray, Dean.
Dean Gray practically floated to his chair, sitting down and interlocking his fingers.
"Girls, seeing as Ms. Gellar is an excellent student and this is Ms. Torres first day, I shall let you both off with a warning and a small punishment,"
What?! Warning and a punishment? How does that work, I thought you just got the warning. It's like: A slap to the hands and a don't do it again, not a, all that and then you get a punishment. Ugh, this is jank.
"Tommorow, you both will be reporting to kitchen clean up after dinner. Nothing severe, after all, this was just a wardrobe malfunction," he said.
Wow, he looks nothing like Shane. His short brown hair not even comparing to Shane's long almost black. Woah! Major mind lapse. I didn't even notice Caitlyn get up and leave since we were excused. So I had been sitting there while Dean Gray was staring at me. I excused myself and left the office quickly. In the waiting area I came face to face with a rather mad looking Caitlyn.
Shit, she's pissed.
Caitlyn's expression went from angry to excited in a split second.
"God, what a rush!" she squealed.
I grinned. "That's what happens when you take a chance,"
BRING!
"We're gonna be late," Caitlyn said, slinging her bag over her shoulder, "See you at lunch,"
We went our separate ways. She went to French and I went to uh...wherever chemistry is.
Lunch...
"Mitchie, this is Ella, Lola, and Peggy. Umm, Barron and Sander are somewhere around here," Caitlyn introduced.
"Hey," I greeted.
"So Mitchie, where are you from?" Ella asked.
"I'm from California,"
Ella opened her mouth to respond, but she seemed to look right past me. All of the sudden, I felt a whoosh of air, the whoosh of........Shane Gray. I looked over my shoulder and saw Shane and two other guys walking over to a table. All eyes on them.
"Ell, you okay?" the girl I declared Peggy asked.
"Lola," Caitlyn said, oops I was wrong, "She's too busy gazing into the awesomeness of Jason Montgomery,"
"Who's Jason?" I asked.
"He's an Untouchable," the correct Peggy said.
"Untouchable?"
"The three gods of Winona Hall," Ella sighed, "Jason Montgomery, Nate Alexanders, and Shane Gray,"
"Don't mind her Mitchie. They're just three guys with money, power, and looks," Caitlyn said.
"And brains," Ella added.
"Whatever," Caitlyn said, "But whatever, they're just guys. Girls want them, guys want to be them,"
"Geez, Cait. Why be so bitter? We all know you gotta thing for Curly," Ella said.
Curly equals Nate. Got it.
Caitlyn scoffed loudly, "I so do not,"
"Mmhm," Peggy mumbled.
Caitlyn rolled her eyes, "Point is, there just guys,"
Yeah, I can tell Shane Gray is no 'just guy'. He's different. A challenge...And Mitchie Torres like a challenge.
I'm pleased that you all like the story. Sorry for the lame-o chapter. But if you can spare a second and review, that'd be awesome.