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?

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11. Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Nicole’s POV

When one of the administrator’s started calling us, I had turned around, but Harry hadn’t noticed until he had walked up to us. I was scared out of my mind, and I swore that everyone could probably hear my heart beating out of my chest.

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

“Uh…” I couldn’t manage to really get any words out.

I’ve never been in this position before and I kept wondering what was going to happen to us, what punishment were we going to get since we obviously didn’t have an excuse for being out here during classroom hours.

“I’m not feeling well and she was just showing me the way to the nurse,” Harry said, and I wanted to ask him what he was doing.

I wanted to blurt out that he was lying and that we weren’t supposed to be out of class right now. Maybe if we just told him the truth he’d understand.

“Where’s your pass?” the administrator asked, and I knew we were screwed now, Harry shouldn’t have made up an excuse without any proof to back it up.

“Oh there are passes? I must’ve forgot to get one, honest mistake,” Harry said, like he was completely innocent. I knew he wasn’t going to believe Harry’s excuse though.

I knew after this was thought over, he was going to know Harry was lying and write us both up. I knew Harry probably didn’t care, but I did, and I was going to blame this all on Harry since this was all his fault. “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 and pointed a finger at Harry. I knew that I was in the clear, but I couldn’t believe that he believed what Harry said. I was almost waiting for him to say that he was just kidding and that Harry and I were in big trouble.

“Of course,” Harry said politely, which I didn’t know was possible for him, for a troublemaker, he did have quite a lot of charm when he needed it. I waited for the administrator to walk away before I said anything else; Harry beat me to it though.

“Can’t get away with anything at this school, huh?” Harry said, and even though I wasn’t looking at him, I knew he was smirking.

All I felt was the chill that rushed through me when he said that right into my ear, and the remaining feeling of shock. Shock at the fact that I almost got written up, and shocked at the fact that Harry just lied to an administrator and completely got away with it. I still couldn’t believe that I almost got in trouble, that’s never happened before.

I don’t get in trouble or anywhere near trouble, I always follow the rules. I hated this. I was so tempted to run back to the man who caught us and tell him the truth, but I knew that wouldn’t be the best thing to do if I didn’t want skipping class to be on my record. I really hated Harry right now though. I hated him for talking me in to skipping class, and I hated him for lying to a person of authority at this school.

“So how do you feel? Rebellious?” Harry joked.

“Guilty,” I answered.

“Oh you’ll get used to it,” Harry said. “Get used to it? I’m not doing this again,” I told him sternly.

“You don’t know that, the year is just beginning,” he said.

“How did you even come up with an excuse so quickly?” I asked him.

“I’ve got an excuse for every occasion, babe,” he told me.

“Could you stop calling me that?” I asked, it’s the second time he’s called me ‘babe’ and it made me uncomfortable.

“Sure thing, Nicole,” he said, going back to saying my name again when we spoke like he did yesterday

“You won’t always be able to get away with this,” I told Harry, bringing the conversation back to what we were talking about,

 “You’re new and it’s only the second day of school, they’re most likely going to take it easy on you this week. Soon you’re going to have to start following the rule,” I said.

“What’s the fun in doing what you’re told?” he said.

“It’s not about fun, it’s about going somewhere in life, but by the looks of you, I don’t think you’re going very far,” I told him.

I expected him to be offended and say something back, but all he did was let out a laugh, which pretty much silenced me now. I’ve tried to talk some since into him, but he just wasn’t having it. I shouldn’t even try to make him do what he is supposed to, I don’t care what he does with his life; I just want to get the project I have with him done. The project, which we should’ve been working on since we skipped class. I bet we could’ve almost been done with it by now and I would’ve been closer to being done with him.

After a few more minutes of just walking around the campus in silence, I heard the chime of the bell that dismissed everyone from class.

“I guess this is where your shitty tour must end,” Harry said with a grin, and I just glared at him and mumbled a quick goodbye to him before swiftly heading off to my next class, as if getting there early would somehow make up for missing my last class.

When I got to class, I heard my phone ring from my bag, and I went ahead and took it out since there were still a few more minutes until class officially started and I’d have to put it up. It was a text from Becca asking me where I was last class. I forgot that my class after lunch was the class I had with her, Chemistry.

I told her that I’d explain later and then I put my phone up. I’d need to come up with an excuse to tell her why I missed class.

Great, more lying.

I figured I could just use what Harry told me to say which was that I wasn’t feeling well, and hanging out with him, that excuse then wasn’t completely a lie. I had a feeling Becca would ask me more questions though since I’ve never been known to miss even a few minutes of class.

I just let the thought go when class began to start and tried to focus on whatever it was that the teacher was teaching, it was obvious I wasn’t doing a very good job of listening right now. I had other people, other things that I was focusing on during class instead of the actual lecture that was being even to us by the teacher. I’ve only known Harry for two days and already he was messing up my normal routine of things, and I didn’t like it.

Harry’s POV

When I got back to the dorms later that day after all my class were over, all the boys were already in there, getting their homework out to start it. I don’t get why they don’t wait awhile before they start doing work again. I mean you just finished all your classes for the day and you want to go straight back into schoolwork again.

I decided that now would be a good time for me to do my homework though so that I could get answers from them. They had pulled the three desks that were in here together to form a table, so I pulled up a chair and sat with them as I pulled all the papers I was given today out of my pocket and unfolded them.

“I have a folder if you need to borrow one,” Louis said as he looked at all of my creased papers on the desk.

“No thanks, I’m good,” I told him, and he looked like he was about to insist that I use it, but he didn’t say anything.

“Hey where’d you go after lunch?” Niall asked, “You weren’t in class,”

I forgot that my class after lunch was the one that I had with someone I actually knew.

“Oh yeah, wasn’t feeling too good so I went to the nurse,” I said.

“For the whole class?” Louis asked.

“Yeah, I really wasn’t feeling well,” I said, “But I’m feeling much better,” I added on.

I knew they probably weren’t to convinced, but it probably wasn’t worth it for them to ask me any more questions, they probably didn’t care enough.

As much as I tried to fit in with them, it just wasn’t working too well. Normally back at home I would just say I skipped and it wouldn’t be that big of a deal.

Here I had to make up something to say, I didn’t need any more people to judge me, especially the people I was sharing a room with for the whole year, but something tells me some of them already had some judgment towards me.

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