“So did you have a good summer?” I asked no one in particular as we began our walk around campus, going through Liz’s schedule first.
“Sure,” Becca said as she blew a strand of hair away from her face, “Right up until my parents saw my grades,”
“But you great grades,” I told her, after all Liz and I had personally tutored her in economics and chemistry, which wasn’t always easy considering the fact that she was dyslexic.
“I got four A’s and three B’s,” Becca said.
“I know!” I said, that was pretty good for her if you take into consideration her learning disability and the fact that studying and paying attention in class wasn’t something she enjoyed doing.
“According to my dad, there’s no way that I am capable of earning four A’s and three B’s so therefore I much be cheating,” Becca said.
“You’re kidding me!” Liz blurted out. “Nope,” Becca said,
“He’s always been a bit of an asshole though, my mom is proud of me though. Besides, I already know what I’m going to do about my dad,” she said.
“What?” Christina asked.
“Study,” Becca cocked a perfectly plucked eyebrow, “This year I’ll get all A’s,” she smirked like she’d found the ultimate way to defy her dad.
“Good luck with that,” Liz laughed.
“Hey I’m capable of get straight A’s,” Becca defended.
“That’s right you are, but I know you and you aren’t going to follow through with that. You aren’t going to want to spend the majority of your senior year studying,” Liz told her.
“Well you’ve done it since your first day here and still managed to have a somewhat social life, how hard could it be?” Becca shrugged and laughed as Liz sarcastically rolled her eyes at her.
“Yeah well you’re taking Mr. Parks class. I had him last year for geography and that was the first class that I was really to having a low B,”
I knew Becca was about to say something else, but we were confused when she suddenly stopped walking.
“What’s wrong?” Christina asked her.
“Was this here last year?” Becca asked as she pointed to the new building that I knew definitely was not there last year.
“That wasn’t here but I think they had been in the middle of starting to build it last year,” Liz chimed in.
“Oh my gosh,” Christina said.
“What?” we all turned to look at her, but all she did was point at the building and it took me a second to see what she was directing our attention at.
“You’re kidding me,” I said as I looked at the sign in front of the new building that read ‘Boys Dorm’ in clean silver letters.
“Boys?” we all said at the same time but some of us in different tones then others.
Becca and Christina squealed with excitement, Becca more so than Christina. Liz and I seemed unsure about this but Liz looked a little more okay with this than I was, I was totally against this.
“Since when is there a need for boys dorms?” Becca said.
“Since now apparently,” Liz answered.
“Don’t you think they would’ve made a point to tell us already?” I asked.
“Apparently this is there way of letting us know,” Liz said,
“But they’ll probably make an announcement or something at dinner tonight since it will be obvious to everyone by then,” she added.
“I hope no boys registered to go here,” I said.
Why would they even want to come here?
“I kind of hope some are coming this year,” Becca said.
“Why?” I asked. “I don’t know, its kind of exciting, something different, and come on they’re boys, how can you not love them,” just as she said that a group of boys came running past us, one of them bumping into me causing me to fall to the ground, not even bothering to apologize as he ran to the inside of the dorm building.
“Oh yeah,” I said as I stood up and wiped some excess gravel and dirt of my jeans,
“They’re great,” I said sarcastically.
“They’re just excited, cut them some slack,” I rolled my eyes at her and we finally began to walk away from the dorm.
“It bothers me that they get the new dorms, why didn’t we get them?” Christina said as we continued to walk.
“Because then they’d have to install urinals in all the bathrooms of our old dorms,” Liz joked.
“Gross,” Christina laughed.
“Hey you asked,” Liz laughed back.
The whole rest of the afternoon was mostly spent with them talking about the new arrival of the boys as we walked around and found our classes on our schedules.
After at least forty-five minutes I thought they might stop talking about them, but they didn’t. They were trying to find boys walking around more so then actually finding our classes. Every time Becca or Christina ran into someone they knew from a class they shared or something, they would run up to them and tell them the news.
I had really been starting to considering leaving them from the time being and just walking around myself, but then I had realized that Liz had the dorm key and if I ever want to get back into my room today I had to stay with them.
This whole thing was ridiculous.
I looked down at my dark green shirt with the logo of the academy printed in white. Westwood Academy, Boarding School for Girls.
“For girls,” I said quietly to myself. I mean it’s on the school logo, which was printed on everything from shirts to water bottles, I thought that meant it was pretty much set in stone.
I wished that someone would tell me why this was happening. I mean there has to be a legitimate reason as to why they’re doing this; they wouldn’t just out of nowhere decide to let boys go to school here. I knew there had to be a good reason, and I wanted to know it.
I listened to my friends talk about how they hoped the boys would be cute and discussing how many they think would be here and if they would have classes with them or not.
I wished that I could be okay with all this so I could take part in their conversation, I really did, but I just wasn’t. I couldn’t wrap my mind around the fact that this school wasn’t just for girls anymore, it has changed from the why its been for the last few decades.
“Hey its getting pretty close to dinner time maybe we should start heading to the dining hall,” I told my friends, I had to get in front of them and say it again though for them to hear me, since what I was saying wasn’t about the boys I had to make them hear what I was saying.
Liz looked down at her watch, “Oh yeah it is getting close to dinner,” she said.
“Do we have enough time to go back to the dorm? I don’t want to look like a mess when we see all the boys,” Becca said, even though she looked fine right now.
“Oh yeah, good idea,” Christina chimed in.
Liz told them we should have enough time, so they all rushed back to the dorms. Me not wanting to get left out rushed there with them.
We got back to the dorms and by the time we got up to stairs, our whole hall was already buzzing about the news. There were girl’s running back and forth between dorms with different clothes and makeup, all of them wanted to make good first impressions on them.
I walked into my dorm room once Liz unlocked it, and went to lay down on my bunk as I waited for them to get ready.
I had been considering maybe putting on a nicer shirt and touching up my makeup, but I told myself it wasn’t worth it. I didn’t want to draw any attention to myself like all the other girls did because I didn’t want any of the boys to come up and talk to me, I wanted them to leave me alone and leave this school.
“Becca did you take my black jacket?” I heard Christina shout as she looked through her closet.
“Yeah, it looks good with this shirt,” Becca said as she walked out of the bathroom with it on.
I watched the two of them complain about it but finally resulting to Christina wearing something from Becca’s closet that matched what she wanted to wear.
When they were all finally dressed and had their makeup done, we could finally leave the dorm and head to dinner, which I was even happier about now that I was starving.
“Are you sure you don’t want to dress up Nicole? I have a dress that would look nice on you,” Christina said to me.
“I could do your makeup too,” Becca chimed in.
“I’m fine,” I told them, and they looked like they were about to argue back, but they were too eager now to get to the dining hall.
As we walked down the hall, there were a bunch of other girls walking down as well. They almost all had skirts and dresses on, and some of them went a little overboard with their makeup, caking it onto their face.
I saw Lindsay push her way past us; the boys were definitely going to notice her.
I will admit I felt a bit out of place right now, but I wasn’t going to stoop down to this level and get dressed up to impress people who I don’t even want here.