Room keys should be kept safe

It's my first official day here at Granite Bay. I'm not one to usually be nervous, but fuck me, my palms have never been so sweaty. I struggle with my tie as Emmy pulls her curls back, once again pulling a couple strands loose at the front. She looks up at me, noticing my struggle.

"Here," She says, undoing the knot i've made before doing it back up herself, pretty much perfectly. I smooth it down and tuck my shirt in to my skirt, pulling on my navy blue blazer that matches the skirt and tie. I slip on my dr martens and turn to Emmy, my arms out as i do a small twirl.

"You look great Jules." She smiles.

I thank her before going to the mirror of the vanity we share. I pull my hair up into a high ponytail, letting my bangs loose and a couple extra strands by my ears. Yeah, that will do. The bell goes as a signal for first lesson and i stand up, inhaling deeply before letting it out. Emmy gives me a reassuring smile and a thumbs up before we step out of the dorm room.

I push my shoulders back and flick my hair over it. If you think you're confident, other people will too. Emmy and I strut down the hall, side by side as girls leaving their dorm rooms narrow their eyes at us, boys nudging their friends and pointing.

I'm at a brand new school; i can literally be whoever i want to be.

I push the door open to my first period class: music. I love music, like, a lot so i have absolutely no complaints. I play the guitar and i used to win the talent show every year up until year 10. That's when my mum left and everything went down hill. I haven't played since then.

"Ah, yes! Class, we have a new student joining us today." A bubbly man with glasses beccons me to the front of the class. I turn around to check if their could be anyone else, but im the only one stood bye the door. Shit.

I walk over and stand beside the man as he grins at me brightly. "I'm Mr Jones," he says, pointing to himself. "Introduce yourself to the class dear."

I clear my throat. "I'm Jules Carter, i'm seventeen and i'm from Blackpool." As soon as the words leave my mouth i mentally kick myself. Why did i make it sound like a love island introduction?

"Great, thanks for joining us Jules." The teacher gives me a double thumbs up. "Make sure you all welcome Jules guys, and if you have any questions for her, feel free to ask them now."

A boy in the second row throws his hand up.

"Yes, Andrew." Mr Jones points at him enthusiastically.

"Wanna meet in the east wing after class?" He asks, winking. Him and his friends abrupt into fits of laughter. It's honestly so funny, my laugh is arriving in three to five business days.

Mr Jones puts his head in his hands, "Ok Andrew, that's eno-"

"I'd much rather eat denim." I answer with a sweet smile before sir gets to finish his sentence. His smile slips from his lips. The class silences, some staring at me wide mouthed, some snickering and looking at Andrew.

"Ok, dear, take your seat please. The end of the fourth row." Mr Jones rubs his temple. Poor man doesn't get payed enough. I shrug and walk down the aisle towards my assigned seat, avoiding eye contact with all the prying eyes. Just as i near my seat, i take notice of someone familiar in the seat beside mine.

"Carter." Lane smirks as i pull out my chair.

"Hello Lane." I sigh, setting myself down on the blue stool. I can feel his eyes burning into the side of my face, but i choose to ignore it. I turn my attention to a strand of hair, twisting it between my fingers.

Mr Jones rambles on about learning different chords and all the different variations of instruments or whatever. I zoned out a while ago. I've been staring at a painting on the wall of an anime girl done by a student. I rest my chin on my hand and begin to let my eyes flutter shut. I'll just count to thirty and open them again.

Not long after, my arm is pushed from under me and im jolted awake, my head falling forward and my hand slapping down on to the table. It echoes loudly and i wince as every head in the classroom turns towards me. I turn and glare at Lane, who is slumped back lazily, arms crossed, legs apart, pen in mouth.

He smirks at me, nodding toward the front of the glass. I look at Mr Jones, who has his arms crossed. He raises a brow at me and i grin sheepishly.

"Nice of you to finally join us, Miss Carter."

Finally? I was only out for a minute max. I look at the clock that reads half past ten. Oh shit. It's been 45 minutes. I clear my throat, tightening my ponytail before assuming position and smiling sweetly at the teacher.

He rolls his eyes jokingly. "As i was saying, for homework, i would like you all to learn a section of this song on an instrument of your choice, which you will later perform for me." Mr Jones hands all of us sheet music. I fold it and slide it into the inside pocket of my blazer.

"The school can provide you all with instruments if you don't have your own, just visit me during break or lunch. Ok you're all dismissed." Mr Jones finishes up just as the bell rings, waving us off with his hand. I push my seat back, standing up.

"What do you play Carter, the maracas?"

I look back to see Lane smirking down at me, pulling his blazer back on. I watch as his muscles tense under his white school shirt. I flick my eyes back up to his, hoping he didn't botice me looking. But the way his smirk grows, i can tell he did.

"What do you play Evans, girls?" I snort.

He chuckles lightly, clearly amused. I take the opportunity to turn on my heels and walk amongst the people leaving the room. A moment more with that boy might have led me to wrap my hands around his throat and squeeze tightly.

I search the halls before i glimpse my little carrot top. She waves at me excitedly and pushes past the crowd to get to me.

"Wanna ditch maths and hang out?" Emmy asks as soon as shes close enough for me to hear.

"I thought you'd never ask." I grin, linking her arm with mine.

We scour the vending machine of each floor, stuffing snacks in our blazer pockets, bras, mouths, anywhere that they'll fit really, before heading back to our dorm room. We giggle as we rush out of the elevator, taking our shoes off and treading lightly in order to stop ourselves from being heard.

Emmy uses her free hand to unlock and open the door. My mouth drops open as i step in and my eyes gravitate towards the ceiling, the mini roll that i was carrying in there making a small thud as it hits the ground.

All of my small belongings: books, hair brushes, makeup, the vaseline i keep on my nightstand, mr snuggles (my stuffed lion that i've slept with since i was 6), my half empty bottled water-- anyway you get the point, pretty much everything i had packed away neatly in my bed drawers. All of my small belongings were taped onto the ceiling.

"Wha-- how-- who even..." Emmy splutters as we look at the third of our dorm room ceiling covered in utensils of mine. Who even thinks to do things like this? Of course i know. Egotistical, self absorbed, arrogant, impulsive--

I climb on to my bed and snatch mr snuggles off the ceiling, stroking his mane back into place. I shrug my blazer off and pull the skittles out of my bra. I pull the door open before taking off, sprinting as fast as my legs can take me. I almost slip down the stairs on the freshly varnished wood but i continue and im in the east wing not soon after.

I grab on to the sleeve of the nearest boy, who's eyes widen in surprise. "Which one is Evans' room?" I pant, slightly out of breath. Ok a lot out if breath. the boy points to room 308 before continuing on. I call out a thank you to him before marching over to the door.

Ozzy pulls the door open, his face lighting up when he sees me. "Jules!" he grins.

"Hey Ozzy," I smile back at him. "Is Evans here?"

Ozzy pulls the door back and i step in. Lane is sprawled across his bed, one hand rested behind his head, the other holding a phone. He moves the phone to the side slightly, looking at me before going back to it.

"How the fuck did you get into my dorm?" I stand before him, one hand on my hip and one holding out mr snuggles. Lane barely even moves a muscle.

"Room keys should be kept safe, Carter." He says and i can tell he's smiling behind his phone screen. "I put mine in my inside pocket, out of reach."

"Well i don't walk into class expecting to be pick pocketed usually." I scoff. I can't believe this man. I'm gonna need a fucking step ladder or some shit to get the rest of my stuff down.

"I told you i'm not one to be messed with." He sighs sarcastically, moving his phone from his face.

"Oh well done Evans, you're such a badass; sticking a stuffed toy to the ceiling!" I laugh in frustration . "You really taught me my lesson didn't you."

Lane sits up now, raising an eyebrow.

"Can you be more of a gargantuan dick!" I push my hair back out of my face and close my eyes.

"What was that Carter? You wanna see a gargantuan dick?" Lane stands up and begins to pull his trousers down.

"Evans!" I whip around and face Ozzy, who has been stood, watching us in amusment.

Lane laughs and i hear him flop back down onto his bed.

"You know what Ev, let the games begin." I smirk at him, before saying goodbye to Ozzy and strutting out the room, the door closing behind me.

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two days in and the prank wars have already began.

lets hope jules has some tricks up her sleeve.

hope you enjoyed :)

bye!