I shook his hands away and stood up. "What's wrong with you?" He gave me a hurt look. I couldn't believe he didn't see it. Had I not given him hints all week? I refused to believe he didn't feel anything for me. "I can't do this anymore." I run my hands through my hair.
"What? Wait, did I do something wrong?" Boys are so stupid. I stomp my foot and through my hands down to my side from the top of my head where they wrestled with my hair. "Are you blind!?" I throw a miny tantrum. He looks up at me from where he sits on the bench in disbelief. I feel a little bit guilty for yelling, but I can't hold it back anymore.
"I'm falling in love with you Sebastian!"
Wait, wait, wait. Let me stop right there; if I'm going to tell this story I might as well tell it right. For starters I realize that telling random parts of the story doesn't help you at all so I'll try my hardest not to trial off.
Anyways where was I? Oh yes! After the six, not so long, hours; thanks to the company of Kurt, we made it safely to Ohio. Gennie woke up after three hours of sleeping looking a little scared, but once her eyes found me she seemed to calm down. The rest of the trip she was rather quiet and grumpy, but I think she just didn't like how easily I was getting along with Kurt. If she'd met him at the same time I knew she'd love him.
Lighten up. I whispered to her once after I'd gotten back from the bathroom. She just shrugged and rolled her eyes.
I hugged Kurt goodbye, we exchanged phone numbers and goofy pictures to go with them, and then we got a taxi to Gennie's new home. I say Gennie because as far as I knew my true home was still back in New York.
When we came up to the house I was a little surprised. It looked like something out of a movie. It had red brick walls with flowers surrounding it and identical buildings on either side. It was two stories tall with a black staircase going up into the house and I'm assuming it had a patio that overlooked the backyard, but I couldn't see it from there. A sidewalk went alongside the house that would prove to be great entertainment when walkby traffic would come. All of their stuff would be coming on the following Monday, so the house looked rather empty.
"Well it doesn't look that bad." Gennie says after throwing her bag down in her new room. We wouldn't be needing rooms much since we'd get dorms at Dalton, but it was nice to know we had a room to call our owns. Mine is across from hers with the bathroom in between and her parents down the hall.
I come out of my room and walk into hers. It's identical except for mine had a bed and hers had a closet. "You want the bed or closet?" I asked her.
"Nah, you can have the bed. I have no idea who layed in it before." I laugh.
"Why'd they even leave it anyways."
"My parents payed extra for it because there's only one bed coming. You know, you weren't supposed to be coming as of last night." I nod.
"I remember." I say feeling a bit guilty. I could tell in that moment, Gennie would be reminding me constantly that I'm staying in her house, but she should remember that it was me who moved in with her so that she wouldn't be alone. Or was it the other way around?
"Hey get whatever done to get ready before we go check out the school. Mom said we'd leave in ten."
"Okay." I say while walking back to my room and closing the door. "Are you excited!?" I shout so that she'd be able to hear while I search for something to wear. Nothing to simple and nothing to slutty.
"Hell yeah! It's only 10:45 so by the time we get there, the guys will still be in school. Wear something hot, but not to desperate!" I laugh.
"Are you serious!?" I already know the answer to that.
"Of course! Make sure you wear heels too. If their not looking at first, they'll definitely look when they hear the noise!" I laugh again and shake my head.
"Will do!" I say as I kneel down beside my bag. I wonder if I even brought heels. It takes me a minute to discard almost all the contents of my bag before I find a black and red shoebox. I open it and remove the cream colored rapping paper that hide the peach shoes. Their so simple and yet I think they're my favourite pair.
After deciding to go more casual then not I leave on my dark blue jeans and replace my Hedley T-shirt with a white tank-top. I love their music, but looking back now I'm very happy that I didn't decide to keep it on. I know, I know, I have to stop doing that, but I can't help it! What would my grade 10 English teacher call it? Foreshadowing I think.
I find a gray cardigan to go with it and a matching peach scarf and feather earrings that go with my shoes. I must've subconsciously matched them because I seriously didn't plane on wearing this outfit on purpose.
"Done." I say while exiting my room and doing a pose that consisted of me sticking my arm up straight and bending my knees a bit so that my butt stuck out.
"Very nice, very nice." Gennie says. "What about me?" She mimicks my pose. My eyes open wide at the sight of her. She is wearing a leopard print dress that just makes it over her butt with a leather jacket and a pair of black heels that had to be four inches tall.
"Gennie take that off!" I shout to her. She just laughes. "I mean it!" I say, slapping the air in her direction before moving closer and whispering, "You look like a hooker."
"I know, but you should've seen your face!" She kneels down in the doorway of her room.
"Not funny Gennie. I mean it, I'm not going with you looking like that." She stops laughing immediately.
"It's not like I was actually going to wear this." She spits back and then gets up. "Jesus girl, give me a little credit." She slams the door behind her.
"If it's any help, you looked hot!" I try and add.
Five minutes later she comes out. She must've known exactly what she was going to wear because it can take up to thirty minutes waiting for her if not, well that is if you're lucky.
Now she's wearing a pair of aqua jeans with a gray Hurley sweater and a pair of black heels that match mine. Quite the drastic change, but it's good to see her diel it down.
We make it to Dalton just as lunch starts, which couldn't have made Gennie happier.
"Yes!" She says. "We'll be in and then out of your uncles office before we know it and then we can chit-chat with some boys!" I giggle and roll my eyes. It did sound exciting, but I didn't let my excitement show as much as she did. It's embarrassing. And since her mom had decided to wait in the car, upon Gennie's request, I was the only thing grounding her.
However, the appointment with the principle ran just over fortyfive minutes. We discussed stuff like where we used to go to school, what were our grades like, why transfer to an all boys school. He was probably wondering if we were just some horny teenage girls wanting to get some. So sorry for the comment, but as you know I can't help what I think and since you're in my head you'll have to deal with it.
I could go into more detail about the conversation, but it wasn't really interesting and besides I can't wait to... I mean... Oh nevermind. Finally we are dismissed and Gennie all but runs out the door. The principle, my uncle, gives me a hug and tells me to say hi to my parents for him, and Gennie and I are off.
We could've made it back to the car in five minutes, but Gennie wanted to go 'sight seeing' and I can admit, I wasn't completely against it, although I felt a little guilty for making her mom wait.
There were literarily like a thousand guys roaming the halls! It was like heaven, which makes it even more amazing that I spotted him. He was standing in a group of three other guys and had his hands in his pockets. He was laughing about something someone said. His beautiful smile was like watching the sunrise or sitting on a beach by an ocean. He had on the customary Dalton blazer, his hair was styled perfectly with a small amount of gel and his blue, amazingly blue eyes could make the moon melt they were so dreamy.
For some reason I recognized him. I knew this boy, but from where? I start walking towards him cautiously, Gennie is behind me saying something like'what the hell' or 'earth to Kelsi.'
He notices me when I'm halfway there. So did all of the other boys. They all notice me. He smiles at me, waves even, but he doesn't recognize me. And that's when I remember him. I remember us as little kids playing in someones backyard. I think it was his mothers.
"Sebastian?" I say. He looks at me questioningly. "It's me." I say realizing that, that gave him nothing. "Razzle Dazzle them." I sing the tiny snippet of a song that'd been in a musical called Chicago. It's weird I know, and it doesn't have to mean anything to you, but it was something I knew he'd remember.
And just like clockwork his eyes go wide and his mouth falls open. "Kelsi Jones?" Was all that came out of those luscious lips.
"Oh my god!" I squeal. I run and jump into his arms. His oh so strong and muscular arms. "I can't believe it's you!" I rap my arms around his neck and hold on tightly.
"I know, it's crazy." He says between laughs. The thing that makes this more enjoyable is that he's as excited as I am. "What are you doing here?"
I get down respectably and pat out my clothing. I clear my voice and smile, ready to tell him the news. "Your looking at one of Dalton's very first female students." I say with a curtsies.