Boys Like Girls by bBsya-aJa
10:32 P.M.
The Great Escape
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I open my eyes, feeling the heat of the morning sun on my eyelids. I try to sit up but my head was conducting its own marching band like it always did whenever I get hangovers. Proof that I had had great night. The bass drum, I could sense, was having a party of its own.
Instinctively, I grope around the bed, my hand finally coming into contact with bare flesh. I turn my head slightly, just enough to catch sight of a guy, with sandy blonde hair – and definitely naked – asleep on his stomach.
Slowly, I sit up and scowl. What had happened last night?
Oh yes, the Ipswich High party. It had turned out to be much better than anything Spenser could have ever hoped to organize, even with the large pocket money. I crawl around the room, locating discarded clothes as I went.
What was the guy's name again? I wonder as I walk down the hallway of his battered apartment building. The walls needed fresh paint, the carpet had holes every few meters and the lights kept flickering. Then again, who cared? He would wake up with the same pounding headache, or worse. He would wonder why he was naked and if he remembered, would ponder on my name. Then he would give up and move on with his life within five hours, tops.
Isn't that how the young adults of Ipswich live their lives after all?
I catch a cab back to the dorms, ignoring the dirty looks from my fellow female schoolmates and the lecherous grins from the male ones. They are part and parcel of my life at Spenser, during the two and a half years that I have spent here. Another eighteen months and I'm out. Do I hear the trumpets blasting again? This time I relish it.
I climb the stairs, hoping to avoid the students who usually use the most convenient way of getting between levels at eight o'clock in the morning: speedy elevators. Just as I am about to retreat into the safety of my own room where I would probably skip school for the day to nurse my hangover, the familiar outline of a being leaning three doors away catches my eyes and I smile.
"Reid!" The boy addressed smirked at me. "What're you doing here?"
"Heard there was a party down at Maloney Fields last night. Was it any good?"
"Was a helluva lot better than the one at the Dells, that's for sure."
He walks closer, coming so close I could hear his every breath.
"You know I love a good party…" He nuzzles my neck, warm lips pressing down my throat. I fight the urge to throw my head back and moan.
"You would have stood out." I tell him.
He pulls back reluctantly as the school bell shrieks in the distance, declaring a five-minute countdown to the start of class.
"What – the infamous Reid Garwin can't skip a class to spend some time with his favourite girl?" I tease.
He sighs, placing an arm over my right shoulder on the wall. "You know it. Unfortunate that skipping class is no longer an option for me. That fucknut's gonna expel me if he even suspects I've been outta class."
I shrug. Vice-Provost Gerrard took his job more seriously than the Provost did since he believes that it's his job to play bad cop while the Provost would take on a more benevolent role as head of the school. At least that's what he thinks we think. The whole school knows he thinks Higgins stole the position from him.
Fucknut.
"Well, I'll see you later then," slyly hinting.
"Nah, can't. Got some things I gotta do." He looked frustrated.
I nod and he walks away.
Before you can make the mistake of thinking that I am his girlfriend, perish the idea because you're not even close! In fact, I must be the only girl in Spenser proud of her single status.
But prior to the exact definition of my relationship with Reid Garwin, allow me to introduce myself: My name is Jersey Johnson and I am seventeen years old.
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