Chapter 6: Breakfast Gone Awry
I flick my eyes open, and am immediately blinded by the sunlight streaming through the window.
"Ow," I grumble as I sit up in my bed. Geez, my back is killing me right now, I really need to recommend some better beds in this place.
"Morning roomie!!" I hear Artisans' squeaky voice call from across the room.
I glance over at her and immediately notice that she's only in her bra and undies. I slap my hands over my eyes.
"What the hell are you doing?" I screech.
"I'm just changing, geez." She murmurs back.
I uncover my eyes. "Where are you going?"
She pulls her yellow tank top down over her surprisingly large chest. "To breakfast duh, you should know the schedule by now Jemma."
I mentally glare at her. I just got here yesterday! What the hell do you expect me to know?
"OK fine, can you wait up for me though?" I ask as I scramble out of my bed. I didn't even get a chance to unpack my suitcase yet, as a matter of fact I don't even know what my parents packed at all.
"Sorry, but I'm really hungry, I didn't get to have a midnight snack like you," She shrugs as she slings her book bag around her shoulders. "See you in class Jem." She gives me a quick wink before leaving the room
I open and close my mouth in disbelief. Wow, what a bitch.
I groan as I crouch down to zip open my suitcase, searching for my favorite pair of jeans, a white top, and my cozy magenta sweater. Crap, I don't know where anything is in this thing! Gah! My parents don't know how to pack shit! This is the last time I'll trust those turds with my stuff.
After about five minutes of digging through suitcase hell, I finally find a decent outfit to wear to breakfast. I shove my huge ass text books into the small ass bag that was given to me by the school and rush out of the room to the cafeteria.
As soon as I step into the cafeteria though, I immediately regret it. There are so many damn people! Holy shit! I hate crowded places, they irk me. I try to stand on my tippy toes to see if I can spot out Kyle or Katrina in the crowd of students (since they're the only people I sorta know here), but it's no use; it's like a rodeo in here. I'm about to give up when I notice them at a table by the back of the room. They're crowded by like a thousand girls and guys who seem so interested in whatever they're doing. Why? I'm really not sure because Kyle is a jerk, and Katrina; well I actually don't know anything about Katrina to be honest.
Welp, whatever, they're the only people that I know in this stupid school so I might ass well get over myself. I begin to push my way through the mass of bodies, trying desperately to get to their table. Dammit! Why the hell would they sit so far? Uggghhhhh!!
Suddenly, I feel a hard hand grab hold of my arm. I snap my head towards the culprit. It's a boy with light brown skin and big black sunglasses covering over his eyes. His pinkish-orange beanie is pulled loosely over his wildly curly dark brown colored hair and he's giving me a big white, toothy smile for no reason. Do I know him or something?
I clear my throat. "Um, can I help you with something?" I ask slowly.
"Yeah, you're going back there right? To the snow twins? I don't think that's a very good idea," He states, brushing a piece of hair away from his forehead.
Someone bumps into my shoulder, which really pisses me off. "Why isn't it a good idea?" I seethe pretty impatiently.
He glances back at them, and so do I. I notice Kyle watching us, but I also notice a completely slutty girl running her dirty hands through his silky, black hair. That irks me too, girls running their hands through guys' hair; ugh.
"I don't think you want to get involved with that; trust me." He laughs softly, turning back to face me.
I blink at him; does this guy actually care about me or something? Hm, weird. I draw my eyes towards the remaining members at the table. There are two identical little twin girls who are both wearing perfectly pleated plaid dresses, and I think a boy who is hiding his face underneath a hood and shivering a lot, looks like he's mumbling some mambo jumbo too.
"Could I sit with you guys then?" I ask pretty unsure. The only normal person here is this mysterious guy, those two girls are glaring at me for some reason and the other guy is shaking like he's sitting in Antarctica right now.
"Of course, that's why I stopped you dear." He says smoothly as I take a seat beside him.
I bite my lip. "Um, what's your name?"
I arch my brow. "Really?" I ask, thinking back to the really awesome actor.
He chuckles softly. "Nah, I just really like the name Keeanu, I hate my real name; it's Marshal by the way,"
"Wow, I would hate that name too." I begin making a weird gagging sound.
His gaze lingers on me, well, I think it does; I can't see his eyes underneath those dark sunglasses. "What's your name dear?" He asks curiously
He leans closer onto his palms. "Ooh, what a seductive name." He cooes.
I can feel myself blushing, which I'm not really sure why. "Uh, sure, I guess so." I tap softly on his glasses. "What's the story with these bad boys?"
He grins. "I'm blind of course, that's the reason why I'm here. My parents hate me because I'm blind," He's still grinning; why?
"Are you serious? Wow, that's really fucking harsh. No one should be discriminated against because of their disabilities; that's bullshit." I huff back.
"True say my dear," He stands up then. "Would you like me to get you something to eat? Breakfast ends soon,"
"Uh, yeah, anything would be nice." I smile politely. Wow, this guy is actually pretty nice, well, unlike Kyle anyway.
"Voices," The trembling boy hisses out from across the table.
I look over at him. "What?"
"Y-You have voices, you're dangerous!" He utters out a bit more loudly.
I watch him warily. How the hell does he know that? He stands up abruptly then.
"People with voices are dangerous!" He screams then, charging towards me.
He crashes into me at lightning speed and I topple backwards towards the floor hard.
"Joss! Stop!" I hear Keanu scream in the distance. He comes out of nowhere and pushes Joss off of me.
"Hey, are you OK?" He asks softly, taking my hand in his to help me up.
My head kills but I guess I'm alright. "U-Um, yeah, sure."
"Jemma," I look towards the voice and notice Kyle walking over to us. Katrina hovers closely behind him.
"Hey, are you alright?" He asks with actual care in his voice. Wow, what one night can do to a guy.
"I'm fine? See?" I spin around to show him.
"She's alright ice prince," Keeanu speaks, seeming a lot darker now.
Kyle's eyes darken then and he steps swiftly between him and I. "How about you control your psychotic friend before you start talking anymore shit buddy," He snaps at him. His expression softer when he looks back to me. "Jemma let's get out of here," He instructs.
I nod in confusion, wondering what the beef is with them. Before I can build up on my suspicion, Kyle grabs my hand and leads me out of the caf, all eyes are on us as he does.
As we walk, I notice how tense he is. I feel Katrina tap on my shoulder, I glance back at her.
"You hear voices too?" She whispers.
"Katrina!" Kyle shouts angrily. We jump in surprise. "Shut up Katrina, fuck." He sounds almost defeated or something.
I let go of his hand slowly. What the hell is his problem? He looks back at me.
"Um, I think I left something up in my room, I-I have to go get it." I step backwards.
He watches me with a blank expression; it kind of hurts.
I turn away quickly and run back towards the staircase.
What just happened?
"Jemma, stay away from Joss. He's the dangerous one, not us, um, I mean me, sorry." Oh, it's Chance, perfect timing much.
"I will, don't worry Chance." How does he know his name?
To be honest, I wasn't really worried about that weirdo Joss. I was more worried about Kyle and Katrina. What did she mean when she asked me that? When she said too? Can she and Kyle also hear voices?
"It's you and me Jemma; no one else." Chance's voice echoes through my mind.
"You and me."