The Academy

Westwood Academy is known as one of the most prodigious boarding schools for girls.
For girls.
Not boys.
Every logo had the words "For Girls" printed with it, I thought that meant it was set in stone.
So why did the new building have a sign in front printed with "Boy's Dorms" in clean silver letters?


10. Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Harry’s POV

I’ve hardly even made it through two days at this new school and I’m already being judged by one of the stuck up boarding school girls. I knew she probably wasn’t the only one who had judgmental thoughts towards me, but she’s the only one who had actually said it to my face. It shouldn’t bother me though, its not like everyone at my old school liked me, it’s just that those people tended to stay out of my way.

Here, these people think that they are just so great and can say whatever they want and it won’t bother a so-called misfit like me. It was obvious that more people than just her had opinions about me, she wouldn’t be so convinced on what she thinks my personality is just by me joking that my mom threaten to send me to military school, more people had to have talked to her. Also I only had her in my first two classes and on the first day I had been trying my best to act like these kiss up kids but by my third class I got tired of doing that.

I’m pretty sure I had a class with a few of her friends, I wasn’t sure. I decided not to complain when she wanted to go ahead and get another question done. I figured the more we got done today the less I was going to have to deal with tomorrow.

Both of us had started answering our questions less thorough than we had been during the first few questions. I was about to ask if we should go ahead and knock out another question since we only had about five left, but she began to speak first.

“How much longer do we have left?” she asked me.

I looked down at my watch, “Pretty sure lunch ended fifteen minutes ago,” I told her.

“What?” she asked and her eyes almost popped out of her head. “Sorry, I meant twenty minutes ago,” I corrected, mostly just trying to get a reaction about her, but lunch did probably end less than twenty minutes ago.

“You’re kidding me right?”

“Nope,” I said and showed her my watch.

She grasped onto my wrist to pull the watch closer to her to see the time before throwing my arm back at me.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” she asked me as she quickly gathered her things, grabbing the pen I borrowed out of my hand.

“I never checked the time, you should’ve asked the time twenty minutes ago,” I shrugged.

She scoffed at me and shoved her notebook and folder into her bag and got up from the table and began to walk out.

“You know it’s pointless going to class now,” I called out after her and she turned around.

“I’m not skipping class, I’m not like you,” she said.

Again with the stereotype.

I have skipped class before but I believed that I had legitimate reasons for doing so.

“So would you rather walk into class late with everyone staring at you or just skip one class, get the notes from a friend and just tell the teacher tomorrow you weren’t feeling well,” I could tell that she was thinking about what I had said and it was pretty obvious that walking into class as late as she was, was going to be pretty embarrassing.

“It’s just one class,” I told her, “Live a little. What good is life if you don’t take any risks,”

“I just don’t want to miss anything in class,” she said.

“It’s the second day, what could you possibly be missing?” I asked her.

She paused for a second and then walked back over to the table and sat down with a huff.

“If we’re going to skip the least we could do is continue getting some work done,” she said as she pulled her notebook and folder back out.

I closed her folder right as she opened it and she glared at me, trying to pry my hand off it so she could open it again.

“If we’re going to skip class, we’re not going to work on something for another class, that takes the fun out of skipping,” I told her.

“What do you suggest we do then?” she asked hesitantly as she put her things back into her bag. I was pretty surprised that she was actually agreeing to not doing schoolwork right now.

“I don’t know, you know this school better than I do, how about you give me a tour?” I suggested with a smile.

“Don’t you think we’d get caught if we were walking out in the open around campus?” she asked.

“Probably,” I said as I got up from the chair and walked over to her, “But that’s the best part,” I said, leaning down to speak in her ear. I walked over to the door and began to open it,

“You coming?” I asked, and she nodded before getting up from her chair and walking outside with me.

“So,” I began as we started to walk, “Care to enlighten me about what you find so great about this place?” I asked.

“I don’t know, I just like it here,” she shrugged.

“I don’t, there are too many rules to follow,” I told her, “Too many regulations and it’s too proper,”

“You’re just not used to it,” she said.

“Well that’s a given,”

“This school is just big on discipline, it’s preparing us for the real world where you can’t get away with anything, like misbehaving and slacking off,” she said.

“Damn, they’ve brainwashed you pretty well huh?” I said.

“What?” she asked.

“You wouldn’t last a minute at my school,” I told her.

“I wouldn’t want too, it sounds like everyone there would be disrespectful,” she said.

“You think this place is preparing you for the real world? This is just a safe haven for people like you who can’t handle the real world. Not everyone is respectful,” I told her.

“Well I know you’re disrespectful, but most people here aren’t,” she said.

“Hate to break it to you babe, but there are plenty more people like me out in the world, and you’re probably going to encounter a lot of them,”

“I won’t be on the same working level as those people though,” she said to me. I wonder if she knew how ridiculous she sounded.

“You’re just set on the idea that you’re always going to be around people like this, huh?” I said as I motioned to the campus around us.

She just shrugged and continued to keep walking.

“Well this isn’t much of a tour that you’re giving me now is it?” I said.

She didn’t say anything back and I didn’t like when I couldn’t get any reaction out of her.

“Do I make you nervous or something?” I asked her, finally deciding to ask about the worried look she’s seemed to have on her face since the beginning of lunch today.

“I don’t like your personality,” she said.

“Well, don’t try to spare my feelings,” I said sarcastically.

I couldn’t believe she thought I was the disrespectful one when here she was blurting out things she didn’t like about me.

“It’s just, you’re one of those trouble students,” she said.

“Yes and you’re one of those stuck up students, we’ve been over this,” I told her, not understanding why she was so hung up on that.

“It’s just weird, I don’t know,” she said.

“You’re just used to all these good and stuck up people,” I told her.

“I’m not stuck up,” she said.

“And I’m not as big of a trouble maker as you think I am,” I said.

“People are quick to judge,” I added.

We continued to walk in silence around the campus. It wasn’t until I noticed Nicole turning around that I realized there as an administrator trying to get our attention. I hoped that she wouldn’t freak out and just let me handle this. I was happy a teacher caught us, I missed the rush I felt when I wasn’t sure if I was going to get away with something to not, it was exhilarating and I really didn’t care about the outcome anymore, this place wasn’t going to call my mom when I did something they didn’t like, like my old school did.

“What are you two doing out here, shouldn’t you be in class?” the man asked with a stern look on his face.

“Uh…” Nicole said and I swore I get here her rapid heartbeat with how nervous she was.

“I’m not feeling well and she was just showing me the way to the nurse,” I told him, saving her from saying anything.

“Where’s your pass?”

“Oh there are passes? I must’ve forgot to get one, honest mistake,” I told him.

I had to admit that I was pretty proud of what I came up with, and considering that all the boys were new to this school this year, I figured he would believe my excuse.

“I’ll let you both off with a warning. Remember young man that you always need a pass when you leave a classroom,” he said as he pointed a finger at me.

“Of course,” I said, and I watched as he walked away before I did anything else.

“Can’t get away with anything at this school, huh?” I said to Nicole, using her own words against her as she still recovered from the shock she was in of what just happened.

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