A/N: Hey! This is the third chapter for Pursuit of Gaiety! I hope you enjoy reading it! Please review! I'll try to update chapters as soon as I can but that really depends on how fast I can type, how fast I can edit and how fast I can think up good details! If there are any mistakes in this chapter, tell me please, so I can edit it! Also keep in mind that I live in Australia so sorry if some of the words are not American (does that make sense?). So ... here is the chapter! Read on and don't forget to review!

Lolly

THEY ARE ALL HUMAN.

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Pursuit of Gaiety

Chapter 3

Dorm 3 Room 8

BPOV

I pulled out of the parking lot of Forks Boys' High School. I desperately needed to go to the shopping cente toilets to fix up myself. My back was all sweaty and sticky and my shirt was stuck on to my back. I hoped the crop top won't show through the white shirt. I glanced down quickly, just in case. I noticed that I also smelt really bad, like old sweat, due to a day in a boys' school, and my crop top really needed to loosen up or I would've fainted. I tugged at it in annoyance.

I looked into my side mirror to see if any other vehicles were behind me as I drove off towards Forks Mall. It wouldn't do for a boy, like me, to be seen in the mall. The mall was pretty undersized as Forks was a small town so I found the public toilets pretty quickly. I rushed quickly towards it as soon as I saw the sign.

I stopped short at the intersection near the toilets. A new dilemma confronted me. Do I turn left, towards the male toilets, like my uniform states? Or do I turn right, towards the female toilets, where my true identity laid? I pondered for a while, unsure of what I should do. My crop top seemed to be getting tighter by the minute. People passed me as the seconds ticked by. A rude man nearly shoved me over as he passed me. When I turned around to glare at him and see what his problem was when I suddenly noticed an old white-haired lady on a wheel chair. All thoughts concerning the rude man disappeared in an instant. A brilliant idea dawned on me.

I'll use the handicapped toilets!

I was surprised I hadn't thought of it earlier, it was only about twenty steps in front of me. The plan was flawless. I grinned as I stepped on my way towards it.

Once I was safely locked up inside, I took off my shirt and loosened my lethal crop top.

Relief at last … I sighed as I washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror. My face was red with perspiration and my hair was all over the place. Luckily, it was short and easier to manage. I really was beginning to like my new boyish look. It was certainly more convenient, I smiled at myself into the mirror. Mmm, I kind of do look like a boy, I thought.

I stayed that way for a little while longer, just enjoying life without the breath taking, literally, crop top gripping at my chest and bathing in sheer relief, until somebody rapped on the door rather impatiently. I was frantic instantly; I quickly tightened my crop top again, ignoring my body's cry in pain and scrambled for my shirt which was spreaded across on the dirty floor.

"Oi, get out already, I need to pee," a hoarse voice croaked through the door with another round of quick raps.

As I pulled on my shirt and grabbed my schoolbag, I unlocked the door and in front of me, looking deeply annoyed, was the old lady in the wheel chair that I'd seen before.

"Young people, they have huge, huge toilets," She pointed in the direction of the female toilets, then the male toilets. My eyes followed her finger. "We only have one, one I say. And you still steal from us. Rude youngsters, no respect for their elders," she muttered under her breath as she dropped her arm and pushed past me into the disabled toilet.

"Sorry," I muttered to the closed door as she slammed the door in my face.

I shrugged as I walked away. I didn't particularly enjoy shopping so I decided to drive to the Dorm grounds. I'd wondered what it looked like. Was it like those dorms in the movies? A chill of excitement ran down my back. Maybe I'll even have a roommate …

My truck grumbled as I killed the engine. Next to my truck, was a shiny, silver Volvo, the most brilliant car in the parking lot. I wondered who it belonged to. Lucky boy, I thought. Standing tall in front of me were four dormitories. I pulled out the slip that the office lady had handed me once again. I nodded.

Dorm 3. I looked up and sure enough, there was Dorm 3, a short walk from my truck. I started to walk towards it, swinging my bag slightly. Once I'd stepped into Dorm 3, I was slapped in the face by a stuffy wind of warmth. I looked down at the small piece of paper again. It was beginning to wither from use.

Room 8. I followed the rooms looking at each of the door plates.

1 … 2 … 3 … 4 … 5 … 6 … 7 …

Until I finally reached Room 8. I pulled out my new key and fitted it into the lock and turned. Inside, was the smallest room I have ever seen. But perhaps the neatest.

I heard a computer running and somebody was in the shower. Yep, I definitely had a roommate. Who was he? I frowned slightly. What if he found out I was a girl? No, he couldn't possibly. My cover was too good. What if I had my period? No, I'd gotten that covered too. What if he found my crop top? I glanced at the cursed crop top again. No, I must wear my crop top at all times, that includes when I'm asleep. I groaned as that thought ran through my mind. Sleeping with it on? I'll be dead within a week. I shook my head in utter distress.

There was also a tiny bunk bed, which was placed in the corner of the little room, near the window. But the most wonderful sight of all, I thought, was a small but elegant piano, sitting against the wall. A diamond in a field of grassland, truly. The lid was open and a few sheets were on the seat. At least this person had a taste of music, I smiled to myself. I might be able to practise here.

I sighed as I dumped my bag on the floor next to the other bag, probably my roommate's, and slipped off my shoes. After a long day at Forks Boys' High School, I was awfully tired, my back was strained and my shoulders were hurting. Without thinking, I bounced onto the bottom bunk and closed my eyes. It felt like I was sinking into the soft mattress. Breathing in and out deeply, I thought about today's events. I've seemed to have made a few friends and nobody to doubted my true identity. The classes were fine, with a few hiccups, of course, I smiled. Good job, Isaac. I mentally patted myself on the back. One day down, one million more to go.

Suddenly, a musical voice whispered near my ear.

"I think you're on my bed."

I was startled and my poor heart skipped a beat. I opened my eyes in shock, and standing in front of me, like a Greek God, was Edward Cullen, the one from Music class. He was half naked, wearing only a pair of blue boxers and a towel around his neck. His muscles bulging as he straightened himself. I started to blush a little.

Bella, you're a man, stop, STOP!

"I … I-," I stuttered and blushed my famous crimson. How could I not? A Greek God with bronze hair and emerald green eyes was standing in front of me, half naked. This was a perfectly reasonable excuse to blush.

You're a man, stop thinking about Edward Cullen! Your goals, music ... Yes, think about music!

"What are you doing in my room, Isaac?" He finally asked me, looking at me queerly. I must've looked awfully stupid. I'm a man now; men don't blush when they see other men half-naked. I reasoned with myself.

"Um, this is my dorm room, I think," I handed him the piece of paper the lady gave me. I hoped I wouldn't have to explain any further.

EPOV

School was tiresome, as usual. It was as if the teachers had nothing better to do other than torture us to death with trivial details we need not know. The only bearable class was Music. I smiled as I remembered the boy, Isaac, and his delightful piece. I would have to hear him play again; I made a mental note to myself.

Dropping my heavy bag onto the ground, I loosened my tie and draped it on my hanger. I pulled out my chair near my desk and switched on the computer. I was excited to upload and print out my new piano piece, Felt Tip Moonlight. It was seventeen pages long and would take a while to print so I decided on the spilt second to take a quick shower. I needed it. Grabbing my yellow towel and a random pair of boxers, I walked into the showers. I let the warm water drip onto my tense body, washing away the anxieties, the worries, and the doubts I felt. There truly was nothing like a good shower. I squeezed some shampoo onto my hand and massaged it into my hair slowly.

Halfway through my shower, I heard my door open. I wondered who it could possibly have been. Perhaps the Dorm leader needed something? Or maybe a classmate wanted to borrow some toothpaste? I shrugged it off. They can wait.

I heard a thud on the ground and the bed springs creak. Who was in my room? I hurriedly washed the shampoo out of my hair and turned off the water. After drying myself, I pulled on my boxers. I was rubbing my wet hair with my towel as I pulled open the door of the bathroom. As I glanced up, some of my bronze hair swept at my brows. Somebody was lying on my bed with their eyes closed, breathing heavily in and out. Was that person drunk? I was a little worried at the thought of a drunken person in my room.

I walked towards the possibly drunk person as he kept on breathing madly. When I was close enough to see the intruder's face, I felt a gasp dance at the back of my throat.

Isaac Swan? The pianist?

What was he doing in my dorm? How did he know I lived here? What does he want? Is he drunk? And most importantly, what was he doing on my bed?

I inched closer to him. He looked peaceful, and calm, lying there innocently on my bed. He looked like he could've been sleeping. I moved my head towards his.

"I think you're on my bed," I smiled.

Isaac opened his eyes in a flash and jumped up. I noticed he was staring intently at my bare chest. I frowned. What was he doing? He quickly recovered and looked down at his feet, a blush creeping up his cheeks again. Maybe he's gay, I concluded. Otherwise, how would he blush so easily?

"I … I-," He was now blushing a deep crimson. He was suddenly speechless. I smiled in amusement.

"What are you doing in my room, Isaac?" I questioned him, most people tend to avoid me. Yet this new boy was sleeping on my bed. What did Isaac want?

"Um, this is my dorm room, I think," He muttered as he handed me a slip of paper. I was confused but took it anyways. I peered at it.

Dorm 3 Room 8

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