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Garfield's smile wavered as he waited for the pale girl to respond. Her brows were arched in surprise and her mouth was still slightly agape from when she had first started talking. He noticed the faintest blush on her cheeks, and quickly scoped out her outfit to make sure she was decent.

She had changed since they had gotten back a few hours ago, but that was to be expected. A slouchy, light grey sweater was hanging loosely off one shoulder and her cropped yoga pants revealed her slightly ironic, light pink and white polka dot socks.

His eyes returned to her face, and he noticed she had a reddish tinge encircling her violet eyes. Immediately the blonde boy took a shy step back. Was she crying? he panicked. "A-are you okay?"

Raven titled her head in confusion. It seemed like every time she thought about this boy, he appeared. And he was asking if she was okay? Why wouldn't she be okay?

"I'm fine..." she replied slowly as she furrowed her brows. "Why..?"

Garfield gulped nervously; he had no idea how to approach the topic delicately. The dark-haired girl didn't seem like the type to cry in front of others- or even admit to crying at all. "Uh..." he began unintelligently, rubbing the back of his neck. "You look like- it looks like... Have you been crying?"

A bewildered look found its way onto the pale girl's face. "What?" she asked incredulously as she unconsciously toyed with the ends of her half-assed side braid. "Why would I be crying?"

The blonde teen shuffled his feet nervously as he averted his eyes from hers. "Your, uhm... your eyes are all red and puffy," he admitted with a grimace, praying he wouldn't make things worse.

He watched from the corners of his eyes as his teammate stiffened. He spared a quick glance, noticing she looked even more confused than before.

A light bulb soon went off in Raven's mind and she snorted despite herself. Shaking her head in amusement, she gave the teen a humored look. "No, Garfield, I haven't been crying. I washed off my makeup, since it's past eight and I wasn't planning on leaving my room," and with a more sympathetic expression, she answered his first question, "and no, I'm not hungry enough to venture out in public like this," she smirked, gesturing to her slightly blotchy face. "But thank you for offering."

Garfield's grin returned at her reasoning, before fading away again at her answer. He gave her face another inquisitive look, finding no reason as to why she felt she couldn't be seen in public. "Awe, come on, please!" he begged playfully, getting on his knees. "Me and Vic already ordered so much food- plus, you won't even be in public! It's called room service," he grinned mischievously.

Raven gave him a tired smile, shaking her head. "Ms. Mae was very specific on her rules when it comes to co-ed rooming," she replied dully.

Standing back up, the blonde began to pout. "But Raaaaaven," he whined, leaning in closer to her. "There's soooo much food, and Vic texted Jinx and Kor, but they're-"

"With Richard at the restaurant; yes, I know," she finished as she took a small step away from her eager teammate.

"Exactly!" he exclaimed. "And me and Vic can't eat it all by ourselves- we need you, Rae!"

The dark-haired girl rolled her eyes, opting to ignore his use of that irritating nickname. "But the rules, Garfield-"

"Forget the rules! Have a little fun!" he insisted with a bright smile.

Raven closed her eyes as she decided between her options.

She could remain in her room alone- probably for the next hour or two- and attempt to read her book in peace, or:

She could throw caution to the wind, break Ms. Mae's rules, and have some actual fun with her new friends.

With a deep breath, she looked into Garfield's hopeful green eyes.

"I... I can't," she replied, internally cringing at the way his shoulders slumped in defeat. "Ms. Mae went out of her way to invite me on this trip, and I'd hate to do anything to jeopardize my place here," she elaborated, not at all okay with upsetting such a cheerful person. "I'm sorry..."

Garfield sighed in understanding. "It's fine; I totally understand," he assured her, smiling despite his disappointment.

Raven returned his small smile. "Maybe next time," she suggested awkwardly. "You know, before I wash off my face," she smirked.

The blonde nodded halfheartedly, before his eyes lit up. "Can I get your cell number?" he asked eagerly, internally smacking himself. "Y-you know, so I can text you beforehand, rather than making the perilous journey across the hall," he added sheepishly.

The pale girl's eyes widened in shock; nobody had ever asked for her number before. "Uhm..." she started, her voice unsure, but as she watched her teammate's shoulders sag yet again, she straightened her own posture and attempted to give him a friendly smile. "Yeah, sure."

Garfield beamed as he dug into his sweatpants' pocket, pulling out his own cell. "Sweet!" he cheered, before blushing fiercely. "Haha, uhm, what is it?"

Raven opened her mouth to reply, before coming to the embarrassing realization that she didn't know her own number. "I'm, uh... I'm not sure," she admitted.

The blonde let out a small chuckle. "Seriously?"

She felt her face heat up as she nodded timidly.

"Then I'll just give you my number," he grinned, putting his phone away.

The dark-haired girl went to pull out her own phone, but blushed harder when she remembered her pants didn't have pockets. "Uh, it's probably in my bag," she guessed nervously, turning around and heading for her side of the room.

Garfield smiled fondly as he followed after her, ignoring the fact he was breaking the rules by entering the room. He glanced around, taking note of the unmade first bed, girly crap-covered second bed, and the exceptionally tidy third bed. "Don't tell me, your bed is the middle one," he teased, leaning against the wall separating the room from the bathroom.

"You're not supposed to be in here," Raven deadpanned without looking up from her bag.

Her teammate snorted in amusement. "Oh, please! It's not like Ms. Mae will ever find out- she doesn't do room visits or anything. Plus, she's like eighty years old- she's probably asleep by n-"

A sudden knock on the now-closed door interrupted Garfield, and he immediately close his mouth.

Raven jumped, turning around to face the noise.

"It's probably just Kori," she whispered, walking slowly towards it. "She hasn't remembered her room key once."

Garfield also turned towards the noise, but instead backed away until he stood right beside the pale girl. "That sounds like something Kor would do," he whispered back nervously. "You're probably ri-"

"Ms. Roth?" a sweet voice called from the other side. "Ms. Anders said you would be up here?"

Both teens felt their blood run cold as they glanced at one another with mirrored expressions of horror.

"Or maybe not," Garfield whispered sheepishly.

Ahhhhh! Cliffie! Uh oh! What's going to happen? D:

But, those are like the best though, right? ;)

Anywhoo, leave a review, yeah? And btw, this was chapter 11, in case you guys didn't notice, since I always somehow find the need to remind you :P