What happens at boarding school...

...Stays at boarding school.


1. Denver

A few years ago, I visited my cousins, Jakob and Hayley, on their farm in Denver.

On the first day we went to the beach and I met Jakob's friends, Robert, Pierce, and Edmund.

Robert and Edmund are my age and being a teenager I tend to view every guy I meet as a possible "more than friend".

But Edmund is different, he's the type of guy you'd want as a protective best friend, because having him as a boyfriend would be too much too handle. Edmund is a few inches taller than me, which is absolutely terrible for my self esteem.

Robert, on the other hand, is adorable, with a tiny strip of peach fuzz on his upper lip. He's a little bit shorter than me, though. I thought he was so sweet because he was the only guy out of 4 that wasn't throwing sand at me, but I could tell whether it was because he was nice or because he was too busy trying to make his shirt fill with air so that it looked like muscles when he went underwater. I chose to believe the prior.

I was wrong. He's a HUGE JERK!!!!

His dad gave him my phone number, so that we could find each other at the music festival, which made me kind of excited. I thought he was a great guy. We had a great time at the festival, but right afterward, he blocked my phone number for no apparent reason.

Now I have to see him, like, everyday, because I just transferred schools to a boarding school in Denver, that he just HAPPENS to go to. Now he gets to act all "Chuck Bass" superior-y, because his parents pay his tuition and I just barely got in on scholarship.

It's not like my family doesn't have money, because we do. We just don't have big money.

I'm getting ready to go to sleep in my dorm, but I can't lock the windows or door until my 16 year old Taylor roommate gets back from her boyfriends frat party. I hear footsteps in the hall outside and assume that Taylor has returned. But I'm confused when I hear a key slip into the hole, and get jimmied around till it clicks. Taylor should know that the door won't be locked...

I step back, and wait for the door to open and reveal the person trying to get into my room in the middle of the night.

The door swings open, slowly and I jump when Robert steps inside.

He leans against the wall, his moment of surprise long past. He smirks.

" _____" he greets me, like nothing's wrong.

"OMYGOD YOU FREAKING IDIOT!" I scream at him, furious that he has a key to my dorm, and used or, much less in the middle of the night, when, under any normal case, I would be sleeping.

I trip backwards, awkwardly, and land on Taylor's bed, the one closer to the door.

He steps closer. Like a creep.

I sit up.

"Robert..? What are you doing here?" I ask, suspicious.

"Pft." He starts chuckling, and all of a sudden he's laughing like a maniac.

I jump up and run over to the window, an easy escape.

Realization crosses his face, soon followed by a snake of guilt. "Hey, hey, I didn't mean to scare you." I think he's lying, but for some insane reason I find the lies dripping from his mouth comforting.

He puts his hand in front of him like I'm a vicious animal and edges close to me. He puts his hand on my arm and I tense. "I didn't mean to scare you." He says reaching to touch my cheek.

I feel his touch and relax without meaning it. He saw me loosen up to the tips of his fingers on my face and a small smile touches his lips. I don't know what to think..

"What are you doing here..?" I ask more quietly this time, barely a whisper.

"I- you like photography, right?"

"I.." I'm shocked. "How did you know that?"

He grins. A grin that greatly resembles a Cheshire Cat. "See? I do pay attention when you ramble on about art." He says, then seems to think better of it and frowns. "I didn't mean it like that." He's apologizes. Wait. That can't be right. Robert? Apologizing?? No, it can't be! But he DID apologize.

I cringe for no reason in particular. "Why are you being nice?"

Now it's his turn to cringe.

"Come on, it'll be gone soon." He grabs me by the wrist and pulls me to the door, but not before stopping in the kitchen to grab two flashlights. I don't say anything because I actually do really want to see whatever it is he wants so bad to show me.

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