I dont wanna hear it Evans

It's finally Friday, meaning no classes again until next week. Emmy and I are in the common room, our favourite place to hang out. I'm sat in "Evans' seat" again, but the amount of fucks i don't give overpower that. Emmy is telling me about the guys she's hooked up with since being at this school. It's honestly very enlightening. Some of them i would've never guessed.

"Hey guys!" Ozzy says, walking up from behind me and resting on the arm of the chair.

He smiles at Emmy and her cheeks instantly heat up. I look between them, back and fourth.

"Him?" I gasp, clapping my hands over my mouth.

Emmy looks at me in alarm and Ozzy just looks confused. Bless him and his blondeness. I shake my head and compose myself again, as if i didn't just figure out the Em and Ozzy have done the deed.

"What brings you here on this fine afternoon Ozz?" I ask, trying to change the subject as the now flushed Emmy downs a bottle of water.

"I went back to my dorm room but there was a tie on the door handle, so i thought i'd come find my two favourite girls." He explains, moving up on the chair gradually. He was pretty much sitting on my lap at this point.

"What does that mean?" I furrow my brows in confusion.

"You poor lost soul, don't worry, daddy will explain for you." Ozzy looks down at me. "When two people are... getting busy, you have to put a tie on the door in Ravenwood and a scrunchie in Evergreen. That's just law."

I look up at him, my face still contorted. "Don't call yourself daddy again." I suddenly laugh, Emmy joining in.

Ozzy rolls his eyes and pushes me gently. "Why do you guys always have to sexualise things." He huffs and we laugh harder.

Once i calm myself down i take a deep breath. "Don't worry Ozz, if you really want to, i'll let you be my dadd--" I don't even finish the sentence before i begin cackling again.

I can see he's trying hard to stop himself from laughing too.

"Whatever. You guys suck." He turns his nose up and pushes himself of the sofa. The sofa being me. I groan as Ozzy presses his giant hand down on my stomach.

I'm surprised i didn't throw up honestly.

"Ozz i'm just kidding i'm sorry." I wheeze, only just catching my breath. It honestly wasn't even that funny now that i've stopped laughing.

Ozzy turns around and scowls at us, but still walks back over.

I move over a bit so we can evenly share the couch, even tho he's a six foot giant and practically takes up a third of the whole seat.

"You two fat asses better not break my fucking chair."

I lean my head back and look upside down to see a very discheveled Lane walking towards us.

As he nears and i look at him upright, i notice his hair is all messed up, his shirt un tucked. He doesn't have his tie on, it's probably still on the door handle.

"Awh, how kind of you to take notice of my fat ass Evans." I smile, moving my hands to my heart in a touched manner.

He rolls his eyes and pulls a chair from the chess table, facing it away from us and sitting on it backwards.

He rests his arms on the back of the chair, his chin on his arms.

"You like tired Laney ." I pout. Ozzy snorts at my newest nickname for his mate.

Lane looks up at me through his eyelashes and grins. "I'm a top Carter. What do you expect."

I squeal and squeeze my eyes shut, trying to get the imagine out of my head. Although, said image isn't exactly as revolting as i make it out to be.

I open my eyes and get to my feet.

"Where you off to Carter, gonna go ask her how good it was?" Lane smirks.

He looks so hot from this angle, looking up at me through his hair and smirking. Too bad he's the biggest prick i've ever met.

"I'm going to get a quick drink of disinfectant." I give him a fake smile before walking down to the vending machine om the ground floor. That one has the best snacks.

I push my money in and press the button.

My pack of oreos are pushed to the front... and they stay there. Stuck.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I huff, running a hand through my hair.

Of course this would happen to me.

"Just jiggle it a bit."

I whip my head around. "Excuse me?" I frown, crossing my arms. I am not in the mood for harrassment.

The boy steps forward and his the machine with the side of his fist, the vibration causing my oreos to fall to the bottom.

My mood instantly brightens and i smile at him greatfully, leaning down to pull my snack out.

"I'm Charles, but my mates call me Chuck." He holds out his hand and i shake it, pushing an oreo in to my mouth.

"I'm Jules." I say, oreo crumbes flying out of my mouth. I say sorry, but it only leads to more oreo dust going everywhere. I clap a hand over my mouth and Chuck laughs.

"I should probably get back to my friends." I say, my cheeks flushing red.

He gives me a lopsided smile. "Okay. Can i-- uh, walk you there?" He asks, rubbing the back of his neck.

I smile, "That would be nice."

We speak about things, like how we both ended up at this school. Turns out he's one of the posh rich kid. Honestly i could tell; the name Charles sounds expensive as fuck.

By the time we reach the common room, i've laughed so hard my eyes have watered. We stop at the double doors.

"Well," He says.

"Well," I repeat.

"It was really nice meeting you Jules." He smiles down at me.

He is only a couple inches taller than me to be honest, but i pretty much have to look up to every boy that goes here.

"Bye Chuck." I push his shoulder playfully, before opening the door of the common and walking back over to my friends.

As i approach them, they all stare directly at me; Emmy and Ozzy wide eyed, Lane frowning.

"What were you doing with Chuck?" Ozzy looks absolutely disgusted.

"What? Chuck? He's nice!" I defend.

"No he isn't." Lane spits.

"I don't care what you guys have against him, he's nice." I say again.

"You should stay away from him Jules." Lane grumbles running a hand through his hair.

"And who are you to tell me who to talk to?" I frown at him.

"Just listen he's a bad gu--"

"I don't wanna hear it Evans." I press my hands over my ears.

"You're so fucking childish." He snaps, standing up and pushing his chair forward from under him.

A couple people look in our direction, wondering what all the commotion is about.

Just as i open my mouth to retort, Lane stalks off, his hands latched behind his head.

I look to Ozzy in confusion, but he just looks down. Emmy shrugs at me.

I huff as i storm out the common, taking the elevator back up to my dorm room. I'm in no mood to take stairs.

Who does he think he is, telling me who i can and can't talk to? The more i'm around him, the more he pisses me off.

I slam the door shut and flop on the bed, laying on my stomach.

"What the fuck is wrong with him, Mr Snuggles?" I ask, stroking his mane.

Mr snuggles looks at me blankly.

"Yeah, i know the feeling." I sigh.

The door pushes open and in walks Emmy. She leans down, resting her hands on her knees and gasping for air.

Mr Snuggles and i sit up, concerned.

"Me... and Ozzy just...because...we thought...you murdered Lane." She says between breathes.

I frown at her. "You and Ozzy just hooked up because--"

"No!" She rolls her eyes at me, returning to upright. "Me and Ozzy just ran all the way to east wing because we thought you were gonna murder Lane." She throws her tie at me.

"Oh," I laugh. "That was the second explanation i was gonna use for the gap fill."

Em makes a face at me before gathering her clothes to take to the shower room.

We have communal showers in the dorm, meaning we have a room full of about 150 showers that all the girls just use. They're covered by the thinnest shower curtains known to man, so i mainly shower early morning or late at night, never in between.

That gives me an idea.

"I'll be right back Em." I get to my feet and pull my crocs on, taking off in the direction of the east wing. I reach room 308 in about four minutes and knock gently.

It opens not even ten seconds later.

"Hey Ozz, where's Evans?" I smile sweetly and Ozzy narrows his eyes at me. "The showers. Why?"

"Oh, bummer, never mind i'll just come back later." I blow a strand of hair out of my face and turn on my heels.

I hear the click of the door behind me and take off to the boy's showers.

Its pretty much empty; only two curtains are drawn. I go to the nearest one and look at the room key. 282. So that means--

I walk over to the only other occupied shower, and sure enough, the room key says 308. I look at the slightly see through curain which reveals Lane's silhouette. In the least creepy way possible, he literally still looks attractive through a fucking curtain.

Such a shame.

I pick up his clothes and take them over to the nearest sink.

I dump the pile into the sink and turn the tap on.

Once they look irredeemably wet, i turn the tap off and place the now dripping clothing back where i found them.

My work here is done.

I tread lightly out of the shower room, careful not to be seen by anyone else.

I return to Ozzy's room and knock the door once again.

He pulls it open, looking at me in confusion; then the confusion turns to realisation.

"What did you do, Jules?" He says, face palming his forehead.

I walk past him and climb on to Lane's bed, propping my hands behind my head and laying back.

Ozzy rolls his eyes and returns to his desk.

Not even two minutes later, the door swings open.

And there stands Lane, a towel around his waist, dripping wet clothes bunched in his fist.

His V line is peaking up from the towel and his skin is still glistening from the water on his torso.

He looks other worldly.

I smirk at him cheekily, "Shouldn't leave your room key laying around, should you Laney?" I pout.

"You are so dead Carter." Lane grunts.

I scream as he throws his wet clothes directly at me and they hit me in the face... hard.

♡♡♡

Jules got her first piece of revenge :P

exciting things happen on the weekend at granite bay, and this time jules finally gets to be a part of them.

hope you enjoyed,

bye!