Not Your Romeo & Juliet

Chapter 24

Vanessa~

It's 10am on a Monday morning and my alarm is still going off. I keep snoozing it, but it's as persistent as ever. I've got my Spanish final in roughly an hour and I don't want to go. I spent all last night studying the different tenses of verbs and using Google Translate to help me write my final paper, but I still don't have the motivation to get out of bed. After one more snooze, I get annoyed enough to throw myself out of bed and start the coffee pot. Walking into my bathroom, I look at myself in the mirror briefly. I have bags under my eyes from not sleeping properly at all this weekend. Every time I dozed off, my mind would replay the last few interactions I had with Skylar, and then I'd be up for the rest of the night wondering why I cared so damn much. I throw some cold water on my face to remove any redness on my face and then grab my concealer from the cabinet to cover the dark circles. After applying a little other makeup, I go back into my room and pour myself a cup of coffee.

Staring at my closet, I'm at a loss of what to wear. Honestly, I don't even want to get out of my pajamas. I'm so tired and don't want to go take a speaking and writing exam in a language I don't care about. Yeah, I know being bilingual is important, but I still don't care. I can just hire a translator when I travel. I look at the clock and see I have about 15 minutes to be in my seat, so I quickly throw on my mini-skirt, knee socks, flat shoes, and a Scarlet Rose hoodie. Sucking down the last of my coffee, I grab my bag and I'm out the door. I make it to my class right on time and Ms. Flores hands me an exam.

An hour later, I've finished all parts of the exam and start heading back up to my room to hopefully get some sleep. The normal exam period is two hours, so I don't see many people in the hallway on my way to my room, which I'm thankful for. Reaching my bedroom, I throw my bag and shoes on the floor, lock my door, and get back in bed. Under my covers, I find my copy of the script for the performance on Thursday; I must've fallen asleep reading this at some point. Opening the wire tied booklet, I read over the script. Reading the lines paints a picture in my head of how the show should go if my air-headed actors remember what I tell them. At some point in reading the script, I doze off.

Walking into my last class of the day, I sit in my normal seat by myself in the back. The teacher begins the lesson when I hear the door open behind me slightly and someone walks in. My eyes immediately go to the ground and I see they're wearing combat boots, which isn't exactly what you're supposed to wear with the uniform, but it kind of works. Bringing my gaze back up, I make eye contact with a stunning girl, her dazzling blue eyes looking back at me. I smile without thinking about it, but our moment gets quickly ruined by the teacher.

"Hello, you must be Miss Meyers. Class, this is our new student for the rest of the year. Give a warm welcome to Marissa."

"Thank you," the girl says shyly, still awkwardly standing near me. Goosebumps go up my arm.

"Miss Meyers, you may take a seat next to Miss Wellington," the teacher says, gesturing in my direction.

Oh, yeah, that's me, I think to myself. Raising my hand subtly to show the girl I am Miss Wellington, she smiles and takes a seat next to me.

"Hi, I'm Marissa, I just moved here," She says to me in an angelic voice. She seems to have a slight southern accent, it's sweet sounding.

Realizing I'd been staring for a few seconds, I decide I should probably respond. "Hi, I'm Vanessa." I respond, holding my hand out. She shakes it and I'm instantly aware of how soft her skin is. Her nails are freshly painted with a dark purple.

Suddenly, I'm looking at her hand again, but instead of shaking it, her polished fingers are interlocked with mine and we're walking up the stairs in the dormitories. We stop at a door in the middle of the hall, it must be her room. She unlocks the door and I'm instantly overwhelmed by the beauty of her room. Everything is set up perfectly, the colors all compliment each other, her bed is made, no dishes on the table or anything less than perfect.