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?


51. Chapter 51

Chapter 51

Nicole’s POV

I struggled to wake up the next morning, as did my friends. We probably hit snooze on the alarm at least four times before we all finally dragged ourselves out of bed.

“I’m not ready to get back into the habit of waking up this early,” Becca said.

“Just think, Christmas break is in a couple more weeks,” Christina reminded her.

“Yeah, but then when we get back I’ll have to get used to waking up early again,” Becca responded as walked over to her closet.

The only light in the room right now was the beams of sunlight shining through the blinds covering the windows. Liz walked over she turned on the overhead light causing us all to squint and groan at her for turning it on.

“Well I’m sorry, I’d like to be able to see the outfit that I pick out to wear,” she told us as she walked over to her own closet.

Once we all of us were ready, we left the dorm room and decided to join them all for breakfast this morning since it’s been a week since I’ve even seen them, let alone eat a meal with them. All the conversation about what we all did during break had finally stopped to my relief, and now we were talking about mid terms and all that that was coming in a couple weeks. To be honest, that wasn’t much fun to talk about comparing it to talking about their break.

The thought of all the upcoming tests and how important they were going to be, especially this year, was too stressful even just to think about. The teachers are going to be shoving last minute homework and projects on us along with the endless study guides that we will be expected to complete.

We always had a study plan that Liz had set up that we use every year to get a good amount of studying in for each subject. Becca of course had always tried to wiggle her way out of it but we always pulled her back in.

Even if she wasn’t studying with us we still managed to keep her in the dorm last year instead of her going out like she used to do. And she at least pretended she was studying for whatever subject that day and I think through some of that pretending to study she actually got a bit of information in her head, figuring that it was just easier to go ahead and read the textbook in front of her instead of just pretending that she was.

This year we knew it was going to be easy to get her to study because she was so determined to get all A’s just to prove herself to her parents who were convinced that she was cheating last year when every single one of her grades was at least a low B or above.

Going to my first few classes just added onto the stress since the teachers were already talking about the things we’d need to study and giving us textbook page numbers that we should be sure to read. A few teachers were telling us that they should have study guides printed by tomorrow but to know that everything on those guides isn’t the maximum information that we have to know.

So by the time I finally left my last class of the morning and was able to go to lunch, I was beyond relieved. I of course headed to the coffee shop as I was dismissed from class and got a sandwich and a drink as I waited for Harry to arrive.

Once he did, he set his things down and gave me a quick kiss before going up to the barista and ordering his own lunch before coming to sit back down. “I hate this,” Harry mumbled as he opened up the container his sandwich was in.

“Oh come on give the poor sandwich a break,” I joked.

“I was talking about all this mid term shit the teachers are cramming down my throat,” he said as he took a bite of his sandwich.

I had a feeling that that was what he was referring to in the first place because that’s how he usually began his conversations when the teachers were adding on to the already extremely high stress levels.

“Just think, only a couple more weeks until Christmas break,” I reminded him.

“It’s still too long,” he said before taking a bite of his sandwich.

“I’m not sure,” I told him with a shrug.

I honestly had no idea what my plan for Christmas break this year was. That break was two weeks long instead of one week like the last one. I honestly kind of wanted to just spend those two weeks with Harry on the campus but I knew that that probably wasn’t an option.

I didn’t want to say that to him because I wanted him to considering going to visit his family. I should probably considering doing that same thing. I just wasn’t sure if I wanted to. I suppose that I could spend one week, the week of Christmas, and then come back the week of New Year’s.

Many people tended to come back for New Year’s though so they could party and not have to be stuck with their parents, so that would mean that the campus wouldn’t feel as much like it was only Harry and I as it had during last week. Maybe I could just visit my family for those two days of Christmas and then come back.

I figured that since Harry and his mom seemed to be on better terms, that he would be visiting her for a least a majority of the break it not all. Whether Harry was here or not, after Christmas was over I wanted to be on campus since this was my last year I had just been feeling nostalgic and wanted to spend as much time on campus as I could and that probably sounded lame I know.

My mom hasn’t asked me anything or contacted me at all about the upcoming break yet but I figured that she would at some point this week or next so she could have a set plan of how much food she needed to make and if she needed to put my presents under the tree or send them now so I could recieve them by the day before Christmas Eve at the least.

“So what are you planning on doing for the break?” I asked, deciding just to go ahead and say it since I couldn’t seem to stop thinking about it right now, wondering about all the different ways I would spend my break depending on what he did, even though I didn’t even know what he was doing yet.

“I don’t really know yet,” he said which was what I figured he was going to say.

“Right now I’m focusing on trying my best to make sure I study and pass these tests coming up,” he added.

“Now that’s something I never thought I’d hear you say,” I joked and he gave me a playful glare.

I offered to give him some of the study that Liz made that I always used since he wasn’t able to actually come and study with us. We were going to make it a guarantee that we would study together during meals which I was fine with because that meant that I would get extra study time instead of just eating and talking to my friends during meals like I used to do.

It felt weird thinking about it like that, that talking to my friends all the time during lunch and dinner was just something that I used to do. I still waited in line with them during dinner since the coffee shop was closed at that time, but I always sat with Harry after getting my meal.

My friends had finally stopped asking why I was sitting with him at dinner everyday, but when they would ask I would just tell them that I was helping him with schoolwork because a teacher asked me to or something like that and then they’d usually leave the topic alone after that.

Since I hadn’t said anything about Harry and I to my friends, I wondered if I did visit my parents if I would say anything about Harry to them. I’d like to think that I wouldn’t hide him from them since I’m already hiding our relationship from my friends, but I couldn’t know for sure.

Nevertheless I still had a couple weeks before I needed to decide what I wanted to do for the break, so for the time being I was just going to enjoy being with Harry, even if we were discussing the stressful topic of mid terms, at least I was with him.

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