Confinement Part 2

Confinement: To be confined; limited or restricted. ~ Sorry it took a while to get this one out! And I hope you like this part. I was just pre-writing... I'll be sure to get these out more often now that I have a base to build off of. Please leave your thoughts in the comments, but bare in mind it's only the second part! c:

Created by: Dannica

  1. I decided to so what Reyna suggested. I checked myself in the mirror before leaving the room and stalked down the stairs into the Lobby, hoping not to make eye contact with any of the girls. I was going to keep myself low-key for a while, if what Reyna said was true. I managed to get out without anybody trying to talk to me, which I guess was a good thing. I breathed in the fresh air and found myself surrounded by strangers. Check out the other kids? Check. Where to go afterwards? No clue. I fished my schedule out of my satchel that was slung over my shoulder, and decided to check out my classes. "First period Advanced English," I muttered to myself. "Room E42." I started walking, and then realized that I had no idea where I was going. Just keep walking, I told myself. "Vote for Brittany!"
  2. The perkiness of the voice almost made me jump. I looked to my right and saw a blonde girl holding out a bracelet to me with a plastic smile on her face. I took it out of kindness and slipped it on my wrist. "Brit for President," I read under my breath. "You're new?" I didn't know we were still conversing in conversation. "Uh, yeah. I just moved into Rex Hall." She handed another one of her bracelets out. "Oh, that's cool; I'm over in Decker Hall. What's your name?" I fidgeted with my bag strap. "_______." She grinned and then took out her hand for me to shake. "Brittany. It's nice to meet you! If you need anything, feel free to come fine me. And vote me for president!" She then turned her attention away from me and started handing out more of her bracelets as if our chat never happened. Of course. Trying to befriend the new kid for an automatic vote. Smart girl.
  3. I decided to continue on wandering around like a lost penguin, wondering why I even left the room in the first place, thinking that I wasn't going to talk to Brittany again, because she probably wouldn't remember me in the next hour or so. I took a step forward, and had to stop myself immediately unless I wanted to barrel into the guy that just continued on walking without even saying an excuse me. Rude. Brittany handed out a bracelet to him. "Vote for"”" "Brittany, I know." He continued on, not taking the bracelet or even giver her a glance. Even ruder. I watched the way he walked"”with that sort of arrogance and cockiness as if he thought he was better than everyone else. He was wearing a pair or brown cargo shorts with a striped tank top, showing off his toned muscles. He had dark brown hair, and was wearing a pair of Ray-bans, so I couldn't identify his face, or whether he was cute or not. Like it mattered, anyways.
  4. "Jerk," I heard Brittany mumble to herself. I couldn't help but agree. "His name's Flame, you know." I turned around to see the source of the voice and saw a blue haired girl looking up at me with striking purple eyes. "Excuse me?" She laughed, marking her place in her book and closing it. "That guy you were just gawking at? Yeah, his name's Flame. Flame Wilde." I felt myself go red a little bit. "I wasn't gawking at him." The girl smirked. "So then what do you call intensely staring at a boy with an amazed expression on your face?" I took a few steps closer to her so nobody else could listen into our conversation. the last thing I wanted were rumors sprouting out that I liked that guy. "Well, he did basically act like I wasn't there when I was clearly trying to cross." I paused and looked back in the direction I saw him walking. "What's up with him anyways? He acted like he had his own private walkway that others were forbidden to step on." The girl laughed again. "He's kinda like that. Girls are all over him. You must be new." I sighed heavily. "Is it that obvious?" The girl stood up from her seat on the planter and swung her bag over her shoulder. "Come on, newbie. I'll buy you a smoothie."
  5. We sat at a table outside, an umbrella hovering over us, drinking strawberry-banana smoothies. "Thanks," I said after taking a sip. She waved it off. "No problem. I'm Naomi, by the way. Which hall do you room in?" I took another sip, catching a big chunk of strawberry. "I'm ______. And I just moved into Rex. You?" Naomi smirked. "Decker. I hear Rex is kinda rough." I shrugged. "So did, Reyna, the dorm adviser. But whatever. I'm planning to keep myself on the down low." "Smart move. And don't mind Flame. He's like that with everybody." I looked out back into the quad and saw him coming out of the cafeteria talking with one of his friends. "I assume he's cute, since you said girls are all over him." She followed my gaze and grinned. "It's true. And he's a charmer. I used to be into him like any other girl was back in the day, but I found myself somebody so I really don't care anymore." I dropped my stare. "Is Flame his real name?" Naomi stirred her smoothie. "Most likely not. There are multiple rumors." "Like what?" She smiled. "Not my story to tell."
  6. It was silent for a while. Why did I care anyways? "Would you say he was a player?" She started laughing. "Don't tell me after one close encounter you're starting to like him." I shook my head and grinned. "No! I'm just wondering. Don't need to jump to conclusions. Besides, he acted like a total douche. Walking around like he owns the place." Naomi laughed again, and then the bell rang. She collected her stuff and stood. "That's my cue. I'll see you later, maybe?" I stood up along with her, sipping my drink. "Yeah, I have a free day tomorrow." She smiled and tossed her smoothie in the trash can. "Alright. See you later, newbie." I watched her go until she became just another face in the crowd. I guess that my cue, too, I thought. I hung my bag strap over my shoulder and turned to walk out the gate, when I bumped into someone's back. I jumped, making my bag come loose as it dropped to the ground, the contents still safely in it. The guy turned as I bent down to retrieve it. As I made my way back up into standing position I happened to notice his light brown shorts...and his blue and white striped tank top...and came face to face with his...Ray-Bans. Oh.
  7. I squirmishly hooked my bag on my shoulder again, taking a long gulp of my drink, hoping I wouldn't choke on any fruit chunks. "Sorry about that," Flame said, removing his glasses and revealing rich green eyes. His skin was so clear it seemed to have been glowing. "Now you say sorry?" And yet I wasn't going to be another one of those girls. He looked left and right, as if I wasn't directing my words at him. then he put on a smile. "Oh, you're that girl I bypassed on my way to the cafeteria, huh?" "Bypassed? More like shoved over." I hadn't realized I said it out loud until he said, "Sorry, again. And rest assure that I most definitely do not own the place, and I also apologize if the actions of my limited time being here in your presence has cast a tone of doucheness, in which would ruin my serendipitous first impression." A douche. A very smart one with a widespread of vocabulary, I must say. Then I turned red. "You heard that?"
  8. Flame grinned; a perfect grin accompanied by perfect teeth. "I don't mind. Every girl here talks about me. I've gotten fairly used to it." I veered left to leave, but he followed my motion, blocking my path. "Don't you have a class to go to?" His grin grew wider. "Yes, but I'd rather stay here with you. I'd introduce myself, by the way, but I have a feeling you've already heard of me." I sighed, throwing my drink away. "You have a name, newbie?" The quad was clearing out, only a couple students loitering other than the two of us. "Yeah, and it's not 'newbie'." He cocked his head to one side and crinkled his brows, like he was trying to figure something out. Then he smirked. "Care to enlighten me then?" I bit my bottom lip, contemplating where or not I should give him my real name or not. So what if I did? I said in my mind. It's not like he's going to go all stalker crazy on me. "______," I said bluntly. From my peripheral vision I saw a school adviser coming out of the building, probably to scour the place, looking for ditchers or something. Flame followed my gaze then chuckled. "Are you afraid I might get in trouble? How cute."
  9. I tried getting past him again, but he was too quick, and I was millimeters away from bumping into his chest. His smell of peppermint wafted off him into my nostrils. I almost wanted to step closer. He was a couple inches taller than me, now realizing looking up at him. I gulped, and took a step back. "Do you do this with all the new girls?" He looked to his side and saw the school adviser eyeing him. He looked back at me and winked. "Only the pretty ones." He then stepped aside and motioned me to go ahead, like a gentleman would do, if he was one. I cautiously walked out the gate, almost expecting him to step in my way again. Don't look back, I told myself. Don't. Look. Back. I looked back. He was still standing there by the gate, watching me with a smirk on his face. He waved, and then laughed to himself, shaking his head to the ground. I turned my focus back on returning to the dorms, my face as red as Rihanna's hair back in the S&M days.
  10. Comet was waiting for me patiently by the door, probably because he just wanted more food. He purred when I scratched him under the chin, and then I went over to the little cabinet I brought from my room in Maine and got a can of catnip for him. I opened it up with a can opener (which I also brought because I like Chef Boyardi), and spilled it into the bowl. After disposing of the can and washing my hands, I flopped onto my bed and covered my eyes with my hands. What a douche. A smart one, at the least. Smart and overly confident. And charming. Definitely charming. Smart and overly confident and charming and cute. Extremely cute. Douche.

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