I wake to see nothing but darkness, what time is it? I look at my phone. It's 3:00a.m., I get up half asleep and realize that I'm hungry I haven't eaten in days. I sneak out of my room and head to the cafe. There is no one in sight, thank goodness.

"What are you doing?" I jump at the sound of somebody. I turn to see a figure step out of the darkness eating a bag of chips.

"Who are you?" he says I'm in shock not by getting caught, but by the figure in front of me, he is beautiful, like a sculpture or something very artsier and dark.

"Clare" I choke out.

"Eli" he says still eating the chips. "Down for a midnight snack? You know they frown upon that right?" he says as he sits in a chair and stares at me.

"Well, what are you doing down here then?" I asked with sarcasm, making it known to him.

"Missed dinner had to see Mrs. Strout, so I can get bitched at for an hour, and then detention afterwards, missed dinner. You?"

"Fell asleep after lunch" I said

"Here" he said handing out the bag for me to grab some.

"Thanks" I grab some chips and just stared at him as I ate them.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" he snapped

"Nothing, you just don't look like you go here, like not from England."

"I'm not, I'm from Canada." You?" he asks

"Same, Quebec."

"Ontario" he talks about home, explaining how he messed up and if he didn't cut it here Bullfrog and Cece were shipping him off to military school again, Those were his parents.

"My parents died, a week ago!" I stated holding back tears.

"Sorry Clare, I understand, I had someone die close to me here recently also, but we need to get going before we are caught and both get detention." Bluntly dropping the subject.

He walked passed me handing me the remanding bag of chips, and pushing me gently towards the dorm rooms. He followed me all the way to my room and kissed my hand, "My lady." Very frenchie, he turns and left me standing there, with a look of pure confusion on my face. I turn and walk into the room. I'm awake now, so I might as well unpack and set up the bed. It's going to be a late night.

It's almost time to go to breakfast and I'm about as prepared as can be. I head down to the cafe; I walk up to the line in wait to try what hopefully tastes as good as it smells. After I receive my tray of food, I turn around and scan the room for a seat. I spot B in the center of the room sitting on the table around a bunch of guys, Jake was one of them. He glances up and sees me, and waves me over. Crap I can't really pretend I didn't see him, he staring at me.

"Hey Clare! Did you sleep well?" Jake said smiling at me. He got up and pulled out a chair, I take it politely. I sit in silence listening to the people around me. I feel uncomfortable around these people, I rush to eat and get to class. The bell ring almost to fast. I jump up and try to rush to place my tray at the counter, as I turn around there is Jake taking my tray and disposing of it for me, when he returns he takes my hand in his and escorts me to class.

"So Clare, how do you like it here so far?"

"It's okay I guess, I mean it's only been a day. I haven't really learned anything about this place except for lights out at eight is the most horrible thing ever and what's the point of it?"

"It's because some of the students were being stupid and going up to the roof and smoking. So one day the janitor was cleaning up on the seventh floor and seen the door to the roof slightly opened and caught the students this was a little over a year ago. It's mainly Eli's fault, it was his idea." Jake grumbled at the end of his sentence

"Were you there?" I asked as we reached the door to class.

"Yes, be we are here now, I will talk to you later about it."

Jake walks in and tells the teacher something.

"Hello, Ms. Ummm" He says as he searches his desk for something.

"Ahhh, Ms. Edwards, very nice to meet you, Ms. Edwards. I am Mr. Simpson, I teach English Lit." He turns and faces the class. "Students this is Clare Edwards."

"HI" they say in unison

"Umm Hello." I say put up my hand in a half wave.

"Take a seat anywhere you find one open, and we will begin."

I slowly walk up the aisle searching for an empty seat, my eyes rest on one that wasn't occupied but the one next to it was, by the boy, Eli from the cafe. He looks at me and smiles as he pats the chair next to him.

"Clare, please take a seat." Mr. Simpson says from the head of the class.

I can't change my mind now, I take the seat and I can smell him, it's a mixture of soap, and brisk, but very sexy cologne. This is going to get harder than I thought it was, not only was I sitting next to Eli, but Jake was giving him the death stare. Oh My God!

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Please review, good or bad. Not sure if anyone does like this so far so I would love to know more on your opinions. Also it speeds up into more interaction with people these next few chapters and is getting into the M rating.