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"Phew, you're fast!" I exclaimed, breathing heavily. I looked up at the pool. Andrew was sitting in a chair, shirt off, reading a book (what's the point of going to the pool, then!?) Jessie was splashing water in Nadalie's face. There were a few other guys in the pool, too.
"Thanks," B-Bear said. He smirked at me, then did a cannonball into the pool. I took off my shirt and pants (REMEMBER! I had a bathing suit under them!!) I looked up to see all the guys staring at me.
"Perverts! Go back to what you were doing!" I yelled. Most laughed. I walked over to Andrew.
"What'cha readin'?" I questioned.
"A book."
"Ah…" I sat down at the edge of the pool and put my feet it, swishing them back and forth.
"Aren't you going in?" he asked, "I mean, that's the whole point of going to the pool, right?"
"You're one to talk! You have a book! And I prefer not to swim. I just like to stick my feet in the water. And, man! The sun is burning me!!" I finished, grabbing the towel and pulling it over me. After a while, I saw Andrew sit beside me.
"Darn Velvet. You're actually burned!" he exclaimed, looking at my arms.
"Yup… Little Miss Vampire…" I stated.
He laughed.
"You're pretty enough," he stated.
Whoa, whoa, back up! Did he just say that?
He looked like he was thinking the same thing as me. His eyes went wide. He looked like this O.O
Yup, that's what he looked like.
"That's so sweet, Andrew!" I exclaimed, hugging him. I pulled back, quickly, though. I mean, after all, I only had on a bikini, and he didn't have a shirt on… AWKWARD. "Seriously, that was a sweet thing to say," I stated, smiling.
"Oh, er… you're welcome?" He forced a laugh (It was so obvious it was forced) and sat back down on his chair. I got up and walked over to the diving board. I climbed to the top of it and saw everyone staring at me. I smiled.
"CANNONBALL!!!" I screamed, jumping into the pool. I knew I had made a GIANT splash as I collided with the water. I heard laughing, as I surfaced. I looked around to see grinning faces… all except one. Andrew was soaking wet, along with his book.
"Oh my gosh! Andrew! I'm so sorry!! Seriously I am!!" I babbled. He looked angry, then sighed.
"It's fine, Velvet," he said.
I bit my lip and felt heat on my body. Shoot. The water acted as a magnifying glass on my skin!
"Shoot! Shoot! Shoot!" I exclaimed, getting out of the water and pulling my towel (which was soaking wet) over my head.
"What's wrong Vi?" B-Bear asked.
"She burns, like, really easily!" Nadalie said, "It's like she's a vampire or something."
"But, I'm not." I stated, smirking at B-Bear. He smiled sheepishly. I looked around and noticed Andrew was gone. I grabbed my pants and shirt, not bothering to put them on, and went inside.
"I'll be in the dorm!" I yelled at Nadalie.
"Okay, be there in a sec!"
I wrapped the towel around me and walked down the hallway, toward the elevator. I heard a few guys wolf whistle at me.
"Oh, shut up!" I snapped. After I was upstairs, I went into my dorm. I rinsed my hair and changed into a light black shirt and baggy blue jeans (Sorry, I just love jeans…) I went out of the bathroom and searched the dresser for something. Finally, I found it. I headed off toward room 124. I knocked on it timidly.
"Hold on a sec." I waited, then the door swung open. Andrew was standing there, with a black shirt and baggy jeans. Shoot. He was wearing the exact same thing as me! And, boy, was he good-looking! The shirt was slightly tight on his body and I could tell he worked out.
"Oh, hey Velvet," he said.
I smiled and handed the book, which I had gotten from my dresser, to him.
"W-what's this?"
"I saw you were reading Romeo and Juliet. And I happened to have one in my dresser. You can have that one, since I ruined yours. I have, like, a gazillion at home." I continued smiling at him.
"Wow, thanks Velvet," he said, looking at the book. "Wanna come in?" he asked gesturing me into the room.
A guy asking me to come in his room??
I shrugged. "Okie Dokie, then!" I skipped into the room and sat on the sofa. I saw a giant stereo in the corner of the room.
"May I?" I questioned, turning to Andrew. He looked where I had pointed.
"Sure, knock yourself out."
Literally or figuratively speaking??
I sped over to the stereo and started pressing buttons.
"It's so SHINY!" I exclaimed. I pressed the play button and a rock song came on. I started singing along with it.
"So… you're from New York?"
"Yuppie."
"And you burn incredibly easily?"
"Uh huh."
"How old are you?"
"15."
"I'm 16."
"Cool."
"You really like music don't you?"
I sighed. "Mm Hmm…" I was sitting incredible close to the stereo, humming the tunes, and only stopping to answer his questions. The song stopped and I turned to him.
"Sooo…" I started.
"So…"
"How are you?"
"Oh… er… fine?"
I sighed again. "Darn. What the heck do people talk about!?" I practically yelled. He looked taken back.
"I'm sorry," I started, "It's just, I don't talk to too many people, considering I don't 'fit in' and I have no clue how to start a conversation!"
"Er… sports?" he questioned.
"What's your favorite team?"
"Steelers."
"You're JOKING! That's my favorite team!" I exclaimed.
"Seriously? Wow."
"You like baseball?"
"Nah. Not my thing."
"Basketball?"
"Nope."
"Me either." I tried to think of something to say. I leaned toward him and looked at the book. "What page you on?" I questioned.
"22."
"Oh, cool." I leaned closer to read the script on the page.
"What are you doing?" he asked, sounding nervous.
"Trying to read the page," I answered. I smiled at him, which disappeared as I looked into his eyes. Wow, they were pretty. Pretty little storm clouds… hehe…
The door slammed open, and in came Jessie. His eyes widened.
"I'm… I'm sorry. Was I interrupting something?" he asked.
My eyes widened as I realized what he was talking about. It had looked like Andrew and I were going to… KISS???
"EEPP!" I scurried away from Andrew. "No, no, no, no, no!!!" I screamed.
"Well," Andrew said, smirking, "That was insulting."
"Er… I, uh… I didn't mean to… It's just that… AGH! LEAVE ME ALONE!" I yelled, running out the door and into my dorm.
Jessie's P.O.V.
"Dude, what was all that about?" I asked Andrew, grabbing a shirt from my drawer.
"She was trying to read the page I was on," he said, chuckling.
"Ah, then why was she not looking at the page? Why was she looking at you?" I questioned, smirking.
"Oh, shut up, Jess. You know darn well nothing would have happened," Andrew snapped.
"Hey, hey cool it. You make it sound like you wanted her to kiss you or something."
"I DID NOT!" he yelled.
"Calm down. Sheesh." I turned off the stereo, which had been playing rock music. "I thought that book got doused," I said, pointing to his Romeo and Juliet book.
I swear, he has weird taste. He's read that book, like, ten times, but he always says 'maybe I'll find something I missed'. Pshh… weird guy.
"Velvet gave it to me. She said she had… what was it? A gazillion more at home."
"Aww, you both have the same taste in sappy romance books!" I exclaimed.
"Shut up."
"So what did you two talk about? Or did you do something besides talking?" I asked smirking.
"Shut up. We talked about sports… She likes the Steelers…" he started.
"Sports? Now, that's kind of weird. The Steelers, huh? You two are such a perfect match!" I said, grinning.
"SHUT UP!"
Velvets P.O.V.
I could hear them arguing next door. I had run into my room and covered my head with a pillow, while Nadalie kept asking, "What's wrong!? What's wrong!?" frantically.
Maybe they're not talking about me…
I lifted the pillow off my head, slightly, so I could hear.
"So what did you two talk about? Or did you do something else besides talking?"
"Agh!" I shoved the pillow back over my head. Why the heck was I so embarrassed?? Stupid boarding school!
Okay, okay… calm down. No reason to get so upset.
I threw the pillow off my head and smoothed my hair with my hands.
"SHUT UP!" I recognized Andrew's voice coming from next door. I sighed, then turned to Nadalie. She had an anxious expression.
"So… what's up?" I asked, sitting cross-legged on the bed.
"You run into our room and cover yourself with a pillow, then you ask me what's up?" she said, incredulously.
"Yup."
"Oh… Nothing really. Just working on my hair," she said. I just noticed that she was straightening it.
"Ah…"
"You don't have to straighten your hair do you?" she asked, turning to me.
"No. It's just naturally straight," I stated.
"You know what you need?"
"Pie…?"
"Nope. No Pie," she said, strictly, "You need a MAKEOVER!"
"NO. Absolutely not!" I yelled, covering myself with the pillow.
"Yes! Come here!" Nadalie yelled. She tried to drag me off the bed, but I held onto the bed posts. She kept tugging on my legs. Unfortunately the door was open and a random guy stopped in front of it.
"I'm not even going to ask," he said shaking his head, before continuing on his way.
"Yeah, you better not. That's right, walk away buddy!" Nadalie yelled, still trying to pull me.
"No! Don't leave! SAVE MEEE!!!" I screamed at him. Nadalie managed to tug me off the bed. I sat, defeated, on the floor and waited for the makeover (AKA torture) to start.
After around an HOUR of tugging at my hair, painting my nails (*sigh*) and choosing the clothes for me to wear (which I didn't even look at. I just put them on. I had my eyes closed this whole time) she was finally finished.
"Oh, C'mon. Look in the mirror Velvet," Nadalie pleaded.
"No. I don't want it to break."
"Velvet. Look in the mirror." It was an order.
I sighed and opened my eyes. OMG.
"Wha… huh? What did you do? Paste a picture of some movie star to the mirror!?" I questioned, though I knew it was me.
"You like?"
"I. Look. Wowies!" I screeched, throwing my arms around her, in a hug. She hugged back, then smiled at me.
"I'm thinking of being a makeover artist when I'm older…" she started.
"If you can make me look like… this… then you can do anything," I stated, staring at my reflection. "But…" I started.
"What?" she asked, slightly panicked.
"I can't keep this look," I said. Reluctantly I wiped half my face, with my arm, removing all the makeup.
"Wait! Velvet! You just said you liked it!" Nadalie whined.
"I do… but it… isn't me…" I struggled to find the right words.
"But I worked so hard!" she wailed.
"And it was beautiful!"
"So, why can't you wear it for just today?" she questioned.
"Because." I took off the earrings she had put on me. "Imagine how horrible I would look after I take it off. People would think I'm uglier than before!"
"Oh… that's makes sense. I never thought of it that way…" she said.
Thanks so much for admitting I was ugly. (Meanie.)
"Thanks so much for the makeover, though!" I exclaimed, hugging her again. "Seriously, you're the best friend I've ever had!" When I looked at her, her face looked… sad?
"What's wrong?" I questioned.
"You're the best friend I've ever had, too!!!" She wailed, hugging me. We both hugged each other, practically crying (I know *sigh* we're such wimps)
"What time is it?" I questioned
"Er…" she looked at her watch "8:42..."
"School starts in a week, huh?"
"Yup."
"Why is this place sooo boring!!?" I screamed, falling onto the floor. "I thought boarding school was supposed to be AWESOME!"
"We could go outside and play some tennis… or basketball…"
"Eh… That sounds okay but I want to do something that's more fun…"
"Well, there's a party going on tonight…" Nadalie started.
"There's a party!? Then why am I sitting here!?" I exclaimed, jumping off the floor. Then I thought of something. "Are we going to be the only girls there?" I questioned.
"Of course not! You think guys would actually have a party, if there were no girls?"
"Good point…"
"Yeah, the guys invited their girlfriends, or friends that are girls and the friends of those girls."
"No clue what you said." I opened my closet and looked at my clothes. "What kind of party is it?" I asked.
"Just a kind of dance party. So I suppose we should wear skirts and tank tops!" Nadalie exclaimed, looking into her own closet.
"Hahaha!" I clapped my hands and jumped up and down.. "How about, 'no'?" I said, acting serious, again. "I'm just going to wear jeans and my sleeveless shirt." I grabbed my shirt and slipped off the one I was wearing. I put on the sleeveless one. I walked over to the door. "When does the party start? And where is it?" I questioned.
She told me and I gasped. "It's already started!?" "Yup."
"Agh! Bye!!" I ran out the door as Nadalie yelled. I skipped through the hallway, which was pretty much deserted. I got lost twice, but I eventually found the room. I realized it by the number that was on it, and the REALLY loud music coming out of it. I opened the door and walked in.
Copyright - JasmineAliLuv
