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When Dylan had heard that his precious school caught on fire he had thought of several solutions to the problem. He thought they'd go on about their classes without going into the sections that were being rebuilt. At one point he truly believed that perhaps they would just delay the school year. The one solution he hadn't thought of, however, was that the boys would attend the female version of their school.
And yet, here he was. Standing to the side of a large courtyard, watching as several adolescent females pooled out of black cars with their stuff. He had only one large suitcase. Honestly, Dylan had never understood why anyone would need more than one suitcase. There were uniforms, and clothing was really the only necessity they needed to bring. But, perhaps Dylan only thought this way because he had never really had anything but the bare necessities growing up.
He stood near a group of boys who were also in level three. They weren't really considered friends to him, but they were familiar faces, and that was good enough for Dylan.
I'll make real friends soon enough, he thought as the Headmistress explained the situation to the girls, watching a group pass them by.
Maybe one of those fine pieces of ass.
One thing Dylan did like about schools like Dephier and Gallagher was that no one knew his backstory. To them, he would never be the sad little boy who often went hungry. He was a strong teenage male who had the will to achieve any goal he set for himself. He was especially looking forward to meeting females who weren't from his hometown, because then he would know that they were being nice to be nice, instead of out of pity.
As soon as the Headmistress walked away Dylan grabbed the handle on his suitcase, and started following the flow of people heading for the dorms. Already, he had lost his map... Or, really, he had lent it out and never gotten it back. But, that didn't matter, he'd find his way somehow. After a few wrong turns he finally found a group of Dephier boys who seemed like they knew where they were going. He caught up to them, easily joining in on their conversation.
They were talking about the girls.
Of course.
Soon he and the group entered the dorm building, where he overheard that the boys dorms were on the third floor in the west wing.
They should have put the girls above us, he thought as the group stopped suddenly, standing in a circle.
Now they'll have to listen to us running around overhead. Dylan pulled himself out of his thoughts as one of the boys, a Level 1, whistled at a blonde walking by.
The rest of the boys joined in, laughing like it was the funniest thing they had ever done. Dylan simply sucked the inside of his cheek, eyes flickering around the room. He was looking for another group of boys to stand with, because he'd rather not be seen with them anymore.
First impressions matter, he reminded himself, something his mother's boyfriend had said thousands of times. He was just picking up his suitcase again when a shorter brunette girl pushed him out of the way, muttering:
Clarissa: "What's it feel like to be the only people in the world?"
That was the last straw. Dylan slyly slipped away from the boys, deciding that he'd rather go sit alone in his dorm room than stand with his immature peers. Minutes later he was walking down the hallway on the third floor, looking for the numbers that matched the ones on the paper in his hand. When he reached the door he pushed it open, stepping in to find that one of his roommates was already there.
"
Um... Luhan?" He guessed, based on his ethnicity. The other options were
James and
Jonathan, but this male was obviously Chinese, so it only made sense that he would have the most foreign sounding name. "
I'm Dylan Dixon, your roommate." He moved straight to one of the beds by the window, ignoring the mess that was left on the floor, throwing his bag on top of it.
Claimed. Dylan opened his bag, and started to pull out his neatly folded clothes.
All his uniforms looked similar, but the boys had three options... Which, from what he had seen, was a luxury the girls did not. They all wore the same white shirt, black socks, and blue plaid skirt and tie. Today, Dylan wore black pants and a red tie. He had folded the sleeves of his white shirt to his elbows, because it was simply too warm to wear them rolled all the way down to his wrists.
Dylan pulled out a single picture, and tacked it to the wall above is bed. The photograph was of his mother and three older brothers in a park, sitting on a blanket in the grass. It was his favorite photo of them, because for once everyone looked happy. He then pulled out his pillow, which had a black pillowcase, and his matching black comforter. After making his bed, Dylan pulled out his laptop- which was actually a present from his mother's boyfriend, and was only ever used for school purposes- and set it on his pillow. Finally, Dylan slid his bag under his bed where it would be out of the way.
With that, he turned around to face
Luhan once again. "
So, I think I'm going to go find out where orientation is, maybe meet some of our new classmates," He said, running his hand through his hair. "
You're welcome to join me," he added as he went out the door, but didn't bother to wait for him. Since Dylan didn't have a map he had no idea where he was going, so there was no time to waste. Besides,
Luhan would follow him if he really wanted to
Just as he was exiting the elevator, now in the lobby, Dylan managed to run right into someone (
Pippa). He was fine, but had clearly caught the blonde female off guard. She stumbled a bit, and Dylan instinctively reached out to steady her. "
My bad," he said once she was alright, his gaze shifting up to meet her blue eyes. "
Guess neither of us were watching where we were going." It wasn't until then that he had really looked at her.
Beautiful. Instantly, Dylan stuck out a hand to her. "
I'm Dylan Dixon, Level Three."
@XiaoLu @Adira @Clirkus
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Beyond the headphones that blocked most sound from Sigurd's ears, the frantic panicking of a father rumbling through the house hung in the air. The vibration of the slamming door was the only thing to catch Sigurd's attention and he raised a brow at the deepening frown scarring his father's proper features. So hard and stern on most occasions, but on a day like to day the deep lines of his older age grew deeper still in worry and anxiety. Astrid had already left for MIT in the back of a rolling Rolls-Royce, something that caught Sigurd off guard. Unusual for a college of such esteem to simply provide such expensive luxuries to a child. Of course, he didn't doubt they valued her attendance above all else, but there were plenty of different ways to provide some kind of transportation. His father, however, found himself too busy worrying over schedules and the occurrence at Dephier over the summer. What more, he was biting his nails again over Ingrid.
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