Bulletproof Heart

Skilfully, I managed to pull myself away from the doorframe of Philip's room without the three oncoming guys noticing me. Caleb will and Elliot were all apparently sharing a room with Philip and they were too immersed in conversation to notice a 5"4 ginger sneak past them. Quickly, I had dived downstairs and claimed the shower as my own before getting a wash and shoving my Glee t-shirt on. I rather liked this one; it gave the impression that I was wearing a blazer, shirt and tie. The teachers always teased me about it, in a funny way. In the music service, you're all friends, despite the age difference between us and them. Except from a few people.

"Girls, you need to go help the drivers take all the equipment inside." One of the teachers called in. Well, she wasn't a teacher; she was one of the Megan's mother. The youngest out of the four Megans.

"But, I still need to dry my hair!" I protested.

"Not my problem." She glared. Typical.

"Is it still raining?"

"Yes. You'll only be out for half an hour."

"Half an hour!" We all yelled.

"That's what I said, now move." She finished. I grabbed my jacket and brush so I could at least try to keep my hair dry. Storming back up the three flights of stairs, I cursed at the fact my hair was probably going to fail.

"You look a bit wet." Caleb grinned. I laughed and we walked side by side. With my heart racing, I searched for something, anything, to say.

"This is like the only jacket I brought." I uttered. Great. That made me sound as if I'd only brought two items of clothing or something.

"It's a cool jacket." H replied. Di he really like it? It was My Chemical Romance, not many people I was friends with actually knew who they were. I was also terrified of getting it wet; my awkward run to shelter probably looked like a dying penguin.

"Can I sit in your room for a bit, after my hair's dried of course. The girl's will just be gossiping already." I said. Why? Why was it that whenever my mouth opened, words came out and formed the stupidest sentences ever? Of course, it would be incredibly harsh of him to say no but I'd feel awkward anyway having to find even more things to say when I would be sat on the floor of his room.

"Sure." He smiled. I wanted more than anything to be able to just reach the coach as soon as possible.

When we got there, we found that all the instruments had already been taken in by Will, Calvin and Elliot.

"Well, you can go back now." One of the teachers called. Quickly, I ran back inside to avoid more conversation and to get my hair dried as soon as possible. Flying down the stairs and managing to jump over a basket, I dried and straightened my hair within just a few moments. My hair went straighter than usual which cheered me up; when I managed to find myself in another embarrassing situation, I'd at least look good as the floor ate me up. Before I went to their room, I knocked on Sam's door.

"Who is it?" He yelled.

"It's me, Kirsty." I yelled back, i had an idea who else was in his room but I prayed that they weren't all year 7's. Opening the door slowly, Sam looked very run down. Behind him stood three year 7's

"You can come in at any time, just give us fair warning before you open the door in case we're getting changed." He joked. I wondered into their room, surprised to find that they had all unpacked. Shaun, Jack and Charlie were all putting their clothes neatly into drawers.

"You're actually unpacking?" I questioned.

"Well, it gives us something to do." Sam replied, going back to his own suitcase.

"I'm going to go sit in Philip's room for a bit." I said to Sam, looking at him in a certain way which made him understand immediately what I actually meant. Basically, 'if I suddenly run in here, hide me.' Was all that I wanted to say to him.

"Wonder why." He winked. I hit him.

"Shush you. Anyway, make sure you save me a space at the table for lunch."

"Will do. Enjoy. Use protection."

"You'll regret that." I joked, walking out of the room and across the hall to Philip's room once more.

"Who is it?" Somebody called from inside once I had knocked.

"Kirsty." I yelled again, whatever happened to a simple 'Come in?' Entering the room slowly, I could see that the boys had set out their uniform neatly; mine was just shoved into my suitcase downstairs.

"Don't go into the back room, Elliot's just taken a shower." Will said with a shudder. Philip was lay outstretched on the bed furthest away and Caleb was sat reading a magazine on the bed closest to the door. Smiling, I went to stand near Philip while the others carried on their conversation. For a while, I just listened to what they were saying, chipping in with witty comments now and again. In my opinion, I thought it was going well. For a while, we joked about by locking the year 7's out of the room and taking a few scary pictures of Elliot jumping on Will. One of the Megan's, Megan B, came in after a while and sat on the couch whist I sat on the floor. What was a worried about?

We were told that lunch would be at half past 12 each day and that we would be having a rehearsal tonight for the band and samba. Taking care not to fall on the stairs, I hastily went to try and follow the guys up to the Diner for lunch.

"You like him don't you." A heard and long, drawn out, teasing sound from behind me. When I turned around, Megan B stood there grinning.

"Yea." I confessed. The feeling of trust was strange; it was as if I had been best friends with Megan B before I came here. Truth is, I'd only ever really spoken to Sam, Philip and Hannah. Calvin had starred in a few school plays with me but I hardly considered him a good friend and the rest of the band were just people I was forced to perform with every so often.

"I'll help you with it all." She spoke kindly. Smiling, i allowed myself to follow her downstairs and before I realised what I was doing, I had ran into my own room to grab some eye-liner. I guess it was a habit of mine to do it really thick and then smudge it to one side, just like my favourite band did, but something today made it look quite good.

Epic.