𝒜𝓁𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒮𝓊𝓃𝓇𝒾𝓈𝑒

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          I stared outside the tiny french windows, sighing, the opera singer was still belting out melodious high notes. Didn't she have to sleep? I turned my wrist up, shit, it was 11:30 pm. I groaned and squealed into the first pillow beside me. Mind you, i don't generally squeal or shriek or whatever. I screamed into the pillow again, gosh i'm pathetic.
I looked up at my door, who was knocking this late. It's not like i knew anyone here either, it must be Carden, the dormitory head. I rolled out from the bed straitening my shorts and opened the door slightly peering outside. It was girl! Okay, i don't know why i'm so excited. "Um..." she began, awkwardly, pushing her big curly blonde locks behind her shoulder. Why was she awkward? She's the one who knocked ugh.

I internally scolded myself, Isla Martin, Stop being a bitch right now. You'll have plenty of time to be that later.

Satisfied, i helped the girl out, "yes..?" She looked thankful, "no it's just uh i heard you crying and screaming," i blushed, "and i know it must be tough and it's your first day after all so you wanna come to mine for some chocolat chaud?" she rambled, embarrassed. I scratched the back of my head, looking at her, "sure i guess but what is that exactly?" She grinned, "Come on i'll show you," she walked ahead guiding me, "it's the room beside yours." I followed her, clasping my room's key in my bracelet.

She kicked her door open before shutting it behind me, "So i didn't catch your name?" she looked over at me, her eyebrow raised. "Isla. Isla Martin, you?" I asked, looking around the room, appalled. Every inch of her walls were covered with posters of basketball players and what i'm guessing french girl bands. There were antique china bowls filled with plastics jewelry and trinkets on her shelves. "Holy moley! Is your mom Isabele Martin?" She questioned excitedly and i made a mental note to tell people a fake surname. "yep no biggie. Anyway what's your name?" "Kylie Russo," she said taking a heater out. Russo..Russo...Russo Who were the Russo's? Yes! "Russo as in the Russo Industries?" i questioned. She nodded abashed, just like me. "I attended their charity gala in September, don't remember seeing you there," i frowned. "I didn't come home for it, we had our assessments going on," she said, motioning me to sit on her bed instead of lurking awkwardly by the door.

I sat down watching her make the chocolat chaud, as i glanced around once more, curious. Her room was an chic kind of messy like those rooms you see on pinterest with multiple posters on the wall. Looking around, my gaze stopped on the bulletin board she had over her desk. There were polaroids stuck with magnets. I rubbed my eyes trying to make out the people in the pictures all the while trying to remain inconspicuous. There were the same 4 people in all most all her polaroids: Kylie, another girl with blue highlights and blue glasses, a lanky guy with tousled hair had his arm around blue highlights, and taller guy who's shoulder Kylie was resting her arm on. I couldn't make out his face, it was blurred. I looked at all the other pictures, trying to make out the face of the tall guy. It was either pixelated in all the pictures or it was out of the frame. I debated whether to ask Kylie who he was but decided against it. Nah Isla too creepy, stop.

The heater pinged, "Done!" Kylie exclaimed, pouring it in two ceramic cups with Mickey Mouse on one and Minney on another. She probably got them from the Paris Disneyland, i figured. She sat down cross legged on the bed facing me while handing me the cup. I glanced down, "hot chocolate?" "Oui, chocolat chaud." Ohhhh, i did a facepalm while she laughed. Of course, chocolat= chocolate and chaud= hot. Duh. "So how long have you been here?" I asked trying to get to know her. "A looong time, 6 years tops." She seemed surprised too. "wow," i gasped incredulously, "damn that's a long time." "Tell me about it," she let out a little laugh, "but it's home now," she said fondly. "And how's everyone out here?" I pressed a little further, attempting to get a head start on the rest of the population. "Well everyone's different, but none of that American drama mon dieu non, of course there are the occasional bitches and idiotic guys but non cliché cliques or plastics," she said explaining. "Oh thank god, i don't think i have it in me anymore to fend off another round of bitches," i laughed. She joined in, "me neither gosh."
We chatted idly a bit more before i checked the time, "geeeez it's two!" "she jumped off the bed checking her phone, "fuck yeah." "I should probably go i guess," I smiled warmly at her, "thank you so much for the chocolat chaud. I was just about the drown in my pit of depression." "Anytime, i'll see you tomorrow morning yeah?" she asked. "Yep. Good night," i turned around pulling the door shut, "Bon nuit," she smiled shutting the door. I turned around inwardly rejoicing.
And was i the face of the guy, (no crashing into hard walls aka hot guys' chests people). Staring up at him, i checked him out with no shame. He was doing the exact same thing anyway. Fuck fuck fuck he was sizzling, spicy hot. I raised an eyebrow at him, "Excuse me?" He looked at me for another ten seconds before answering, "You're standing in my way." He raised an eyebrow back. Sweet baby jesus, he was british. That accent wow. I would've scowled at him if he wasn't this hot. "Oh. Yeah sorry. Good night." "Bon nuit, belle" I nodded not knowing what belle meant but not asking because i have dignity people and a huge ego.

I was about to open the door to my room when i heard him knocking on Kylie's door. Oh shit, he was the 4th dude in the polaroids. Kylie opened the door, instantly jumping on him, laughing. "Laurent!" she exclaimed pulling him in. He was laughing as well, a beautiful rich sound, i sighed. Well Isla if it wasn't for earlier, he's completely off limits now. Obviously he was Kylie's boyfriend, i though dejectedly and dropping down on my bed. whatever, i'm Isla Martin, my daddy taught me better. If you like a guy disarm him until he trips in love with you.

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