Boarding Schools, Secrets, and Jerks

Secrets and Jackass's

Okay, people have told me I was stupid before but I never really believed them now, I'm starting to believe it myself. I mean what girl would enroll herself in an all boys boarding school for a bet? I guess I'm that stupid, but I have NEVER turned down a dare and I don't plan on starting now.

Right now, I am in the principles office of Grant High wearing a disguise so I look like a guy(I'm in a wig, I would NEVER cut my hair). I'm trying to sit still but I'm too nervous to stop moving. I look around the room registering every little thing about the room. It was really clean way cleaner than my room anyways. I know girls are suppose to be clean freaks but I'm the type of girl that will enter a boys boarding school for 50 dollars.

"Mr. Montgomery...it's very nice to meet you." Principle Mack

"It's good to meet you, too." I say trying to lower my voice.

He looks some paper, which I am guessing is my file.

"Well, Jason. We have everything ready for you to start today." He stands up and extends a hand to me. I stand up and take it. "Welcome to our school."

"Thank you." I smile

I grab my schedule from him and walk out. I go to the C dorms and find my room. Room number 308. I grab the door knob and push the door open. Suddenly, the person on the bed to the left jumps up.

"Who the hell are you?" He glared

"Ummm, Jason Montgomery. I'm your new roommate?" I say it like I'm asking a question(My real name is Kelsey Montgomery)

I close the door behind me feeling the guy glaring at me. I drop my bags on my bed and sit down on it.

"What's your name?" I ask curiously

"Why do you care?" He...growled?

Mmkay, Dude! Calm down!

"I sort of like to know the name of the person who I'm going to be sharing a room with." I rolled my eyes

"Well you don't need to know my name because I'm not going to be talking to you." He said, laying back on his bed

"Tell me your name." I ordered, thinking he would do it

Stupid me.

"No, I don't know you, you could be a serial killer or something." He scoffed

"I'm not the one with strange behavior you do. You could be a serial killer Your the one who won't even tell me your name." I glared intensely

"So, maybe I am a serial killer." He smirked

"Sólo dime tu nombre de mierda!" I said cussing him out in Spanish. Every time I'm about to cuss I just say it in Spanish (Just tell me your f*cking name!)

"Whoa calm down Ricky Bobby. Calm down. I speak English." He chuckled

"Who's 'Ricky Bobby'? And shut the hell up."

He didn't reply so I just gave up.

I grabbed my bags and started unpacking my things.

"Why do you look like a girl?" He asked

Uh-oh. I can't let my secret come out. And this douche right here would surely tell someone. I can't trust this kid.

"Are you insulting me?" I turned to his and narrowed my eyes

"You didn't answer my question. Why do you look like a girl?" He sat up

"I do not look like a girl."

"You sort of do." He arched a brow and looked over me

"I'm not talking to you until you tell me your name." I vowed, turning around