Chapter five
The young girl gave me a really big hug, her back to the daft 'prince'. She gave me 'keep your mouth shut' glare, before letting me go, grabbing my hand and spun around to give the bum-rag a huge grin.
"I'm gonna take Dylan from you. Then, you guys can get back to your dispute." she said seriously, grabbing my hand and dragging me out of the room into the hallway, slamming the door shut.
Checking the hallway for any boys, she turned to look at me, any pretenses gone from her face.
"I am Amoura. I was sent by the seniors to be your 'little sister'. I'm a freshman at Queens, and I'm the messenger lizard in this operation, meaning I will be coming in at times to tell you your missions. You are to call me Amoura Sharp when people ask who I am, and to act like a big brother to me. Got it?" she said this so decisively, and seriously, that for a few moments, I was afraid of her. But then, I remembered that i was supposed to be a boy, and boys weren't scared of their little sisters.
I smiled at her to convey my understanding, then replied, "You're being daft. Of course I knew you were coming. I just thought it'd be later, after I got situated. Barking spiders, just tell Mum not to worry."
She looked at me, understanding glinting in her eyes. Amoura then turned to the door, struggling to pull it open.
Aleksander stood in the same place as where I'd left him, looking thoughtful.
"Thanks, Dafty, for coming and telling me that Mum was worried, but I think I can handle myself. Just come tell me if she needs anything else, okay?" I asked.
She nodded, then left.
Aleksander turned to me, still looking thoughtful.
"So, your sister goes to Queens, does she?" he asked, his German accent making my heart flutter.
"Well, she obviously doesn't go here, you bum-rag." I replied, turning to the right side of the room, lugging one of my heavy suitcases to my side of the room, removing them from the entrance.
Aleksander grabbed the other one and hauled it to me. I stared at him, a little afraid of his random mood change.
He looked at me, then smiled, making his handsome features light up.
"You can call me Alek, if you'd like." He said, holding out a hand to me.
My mouth was hanging open and I realized I must have looked ridiculous, so I quickly shut it, and grabbed his hand, giving it one firm shake.
"You can call me De- Dylan."
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