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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3. Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Harry’s POV

“I hope you understand why I’m doing this Harry,” my mom said to me as she pulled up in front of my new school, the school that I’ll never be able to leave until the end of the year.

“I expect you to be on your best behavior here, punishment is dealt with differently at this school,”

“Yeah, I know,” I sighed.

“I’m glad you understand,” she told me.

“Do you want me to come register with you?” my mom asked as she pulled up to the front of my new school.

“No, I think it might be a bit embarrassing to have my mother walking me into school like I’m in elementary,” I told her, trying to say it as nice as I could.

“Yeah I get it, you’re a teenager, having your mom around is humiliating,” she sighed and then laughed.

“I’m glad you understand,” I mocked with a smile and gave her a hug and a kiss before getting out of the car and grabbing my bags out of the back seat.

All I had was a suitcase and a duffle bag that I set on top of the suitcase. I waved to my mom as she drove away and then began to walk into the campus. I was still pretty pissed that I was here, but I was trying not to be.

My mom claimed that this is what would be best for me, but I knew that she really sent me here so she could spend more time with her new husband without having to deal with me. I knew that this was coming though ever since my mom threatened to send me to military school after the principal at my school had called her down for a meeting about me acting up, and what pushed her off the edge was that it was the fourth time that month.

I knew she wasn’t really going to send me to military school, but I had a feeling that I wasn’t going to be at my normal school this year. I still thought that it was ridiculous to send me to a new school for my senior year, but she still did it.

I got in a bit of trouble at my normal high school and now she sends me to a boarding school filled with nerds who love school so much they wanted to live there. I knew that I had to deal with all this though; I really couldn’t get out of it now. I bet my mom was happy that now I was this school’s problem and not hers.

I found the registration tables, and I had to wait in line for about ten minutes, which was nine minutes too long for me to have to wait. I folded up the schedule that I was given and shoved it in my back pocket as I walked over to the table to get my assigned dorm. I had to find my dorm building by looking at a tiny ass map that was printed on the back of the paper. I probably lost my way about five times trying to find the damn building.

As I had been walking around though I realized how many were prancing around this place. I finally walked up the building with a sign in front saying it was the boy’s dorms. I noticed a group of girls standing in front of the building and I wondered if they knew how stupid and desperate they looked standing out there.

I rolled my eyes and began to roll my suitcase up to the building. I quickly stopped walking though when I group of guys ran past me at full speed. I wanted to yell at them watch what was in their damn way, but I was trying to stay out of trouble this year.

As they were running though one of them ran into one of the girls standing out there causing her to fall to the ground, but he just kept running. I rolled my eyes and tilted my suitcase again to start rolling it to the entrance of the building.

When I got up to my room, the door was already opened and there were two boys already in there. The room itself was pretty nice and look pretty new, the only thing I didn’t like were the two bunk beds that were placed that either side of the room.

How many people am I supposed to share this damn room with?

I double-checked the room number to make sure I had the correct room and sure enough I did, and looking at the paper again I saw that four people were in this room. I walked into the room and set my suitcase and duffle bag down next to one of the desks causing the one of the boys to now realize I was in here, the other one looked like he was asleep. The boy who was sitting on a top bunk got down and woke up the one who was sleeping.

“Liam, man wake up,” he said, shaking him until he opened his eyes. While he got up, the other one grabbed a piece of paper off the desk.

“Let me guess, you are…” he though about it for a second as he looked at what I now knew was the dorm assignment paper.

“You’re Niall,” he said as he set the paper back down.

“Harry,” I corrected him.

“Dammit,” he said.

“Louis you are shit at guessing peoples names,” the one who had been asleep said as he walked over to us.

“I’m Liam,” he said as he reached a hand out to me.

“Harry,” I said again as I shook his hand.

“You’ve got a deep voice, man,” the one whose name I now knew was Louis said, and I just shrugged, he had a much higher voice.

I started to feel awkward just standing there, so I decided that I would go ahead and claim one of the bunks. I grabbed my bedding out of my duffle bag and decided on the bottom bunk on the other side of the room.

“So where you from, Harry?” Liam asked me.

“Around,” I answered as I stretched the sheets out onto the mattress.

“A man of few words I see,” he said as he walked away.

I finished making my bed and then walked back over to where Liam and Louis were. I figured why I was here I might as well try and make some friends.

“So how long have you gone to this school?” I asked them both.

“About an hour,” Louis answered, and at first I thought he was joking until I realized that he was actually being serious.

“This was an all girls school, they just started letting boys come here this year,” Liam answered, “You didn’t know that?”

“I don’t think so,” I said, trying to remember if my mom had said anything about that,

“My mom just enrolled me here and that was that, no questions asked,” I told them.

“As soon as I heard they were letting boys come here now, I transferred first thing, more than half of the student body here is girls,” Louis smirked like he just landed the best deal.

“What school were you at before you came here?” Liam asked me.

“Creekside,” I answered.

“I’ve never heard of that boarding school. Where is it?”

“It’s not a boarding school, it’s a public high school,” I answered.

“You went from a public high school to a boarding school your senior year?” Louis asked like it was the most shocking thing in the world.

“Yeah,” I said, and luckily there were no more questions asked on the topic.

Our final roommate, Niall, came a few minutes later, and after he was all settled, they all started talking about how easy it was going to be to get girls here. Considering they’ve all been in boarding schools since they’ve been old enough, it surprises me how un-nerdy they are.

I tried to take part in their conversation, but it was still a bit awkward for me since I felt so out of place with them. Niall and Louis soon figured out that they had went to the same boarding school as the other last year so their conversation soon shifted to everything that happened last year at that school. So I spent the time talking to Liam up until Louis said that we should probably head to the dining hall since dinner was going to start soon.

As we were heading in that direction across the campus, I noticed groups of girls walking to the dining hall as well. They all seemed a lot more dressed up then they might’ve been earlier today.

“Why are they all so dressed up?” I asked Liam since most of us had just stayed in the same clothes we were wearing when we got here.

“I don’t know, probably trying to impress us,” he said,

“Remember that it’s usually all girls here, having us boys here is all new to them so they’re probably going to go overboard with trying to get our attention,” Liam smirked. "Not that I’m complaining,"

I was kind of surprised that this place didn’t have a dress code. I mean I thought most boarding schools were known as pretty high-class places, which made no sense as to why I was now a part of it all. If this school didn’t have a dress code they might want to start enforcing one. A few of the girls that I saw were either wearing short skirts or low cut shirts, some of them paring both of those together.

I tried my best not to stare, but I really couldn’t help myself. It really didn’t matter if I stared or not, since they were parading around like that for this kind of attention.

When we walked into the dining hall, we were instructed to sit at certain tables by our age group. There were two tables for each grade that stretched across the dining hall. All the girls had already taken up one of the senior tables, so me and all the other boys that were coming in sat down at the other table that was next to it.

Once everyone had arrived into the dining hall, one of the administrators got up to a podium that was placed at the front of the dining hall and started to quiet everyone down. She began with welcoming everyone to a new school year and how great she thought it was going to be, I started to get bored and I zoned out of her whole speech for awhile until I heard her start to mention how they had some new students here this year which everyone has probably noticed by now.

She made everyone give us a round of applause as if that would some how welcome us; although it put us in an awkward situation of watching people clap for us more so than it did welcome us here. I looked at some of the senior girls who were looking directly at us as they clapped. I noticed one girl though wasn’t clapping at all and had a pretty unimpressed look on her face.

She looked a bit familiar, so did the girls sitting with her. I think it was the girl who got pushed onto the ground earlier today while standing outside the boy’s dorms. She was the only one who wasn’t dressed up, she was wearing jeans and a shirt that I think I had the academy’s logo on it.

The fact that she hadn’t bothered to dress like her friends and all the other girls was a bit intriguing.

Everyone soon stopped clapping and the lady at the podium continued to talk again, but I continued with looking at this girl, trying to get her attention.

The only way I could think to get her to notice me right now was to stare at her, and I’m sure I looked like an idiot. I noticed her glance over at me, but once she realized that I was still looking at her, she quickly looked away.

I let out a small, silent laugh and then faced my attention back to the lady at the podium as she told us that she would dismiss us by grade to go get our dinner.

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