Cracked

"What's your name?" The girl I share the dorm with asks. She has dyed black hair with purple streaks and dark blue eyes. Her eyes stand out a lot on her pale face. Her lips are pouty and pink, and she doesn't look innocent at all. Piercings aren't helping.
"Kalle." I respond nervously as she stares at me. "Jeremy?" She starts laughing suddenly.
"You gave Louis a bloody nose! Oh, damn, you are so regretting that!"
"I already have," I whimper miserably. She wipes away a tear from laughing. "Wow. Don't cry here. You're already a wuss enough." She chuckles.
Ugh, she's such a - wait, what's her name?

"What's your name?" I ask nervously, picking at my broken nail as I look around. I'm always afraid Tomlinson is going to pounce on me. Shut up, it's not funny!
"I'm Jessa," She grins at me.
The sun is streaming through the window, since we're on the very upper level of the place where the ABB students live. It's separate from the school, so we have to walk or drive a couple miles to get to the school.
"Jessa." I repeat, and she nods.

"Anyway. What do you like to do?"
"Um.. read, hang out with friends - " I start, but she lets out a cartoon-like yawn. "That's boring! ABB encourages bravery and shit like that. So, let's go climb the building!"
"What!?" I shout, horrified. She laughs at me again. "You're way too innocent."

"I know. I don't fit in, nobody notices me," I mumble. Silently and mentally, I add I really want to kill everyone here.
"Sure you do, once you get into the spirit," She winks as she pulls my arm.

Jessa is wearing a red tank top and jeans. Simple, but still in uniform. Although the rest of her is drenched in black jewelry. Black necklaces, black rings, black piercings, black bracelets.

She opens the huge window and gulps air. I stare at her.
"Well, come on out!" She's already grabbing a telephone pole, and I continue staring. I don't want to.. but still, there's a nagging voice at the back of my head urging me to do it.

Or, the voice might be Jessa. Probably.

I finally proceed to grip the pole with my trembling hands and close the window as we both hop out. She inches quickly up the pole, as though she's done this too many times. She probably has.
"Jessa?!" I grip the pole until my knuckles turn white.

Still, I follow her until I see something.
Something insane, yet amazing.

The top of the building is crowded with ABB students. Groups and groups of them, climbing up windows, yelling at friends to come out, laughing, punching, playing as if they're kindergarteners on a playground.
Then I hear another voice. A voice in my head that sounds like my Mum's reminders to never play on buildings.

But..
Mum's not here, is she?

Jessa takes a giant leap towards the top of the building from the pole, and I do the same, although I feel like I might vomit any second.
She turns around, breathless, and smiles. "Fun?"

"This is fucking awesome. Yes, fun!" I suddenly squeal, but then snap back into Kalle 2.0 mode.

"Actually, it's pretty scary." I murmur. She grabs my arm so she can introduce me to her friends.
I see a group of girls talking on a windowsill. She slides down a pole to meet with them, greet them with high-fives, then motions me towards them.

"Hi," I say quietly as I slide down the pole to meet them.
"Hey, Kalle!" One of the girls smiles a huge smile at me first. She has caramel brown hair and green eyes that sparkle. And, of course, a huge friendly smile.

"I'm Sarah. This is Bea and Leah!" She points to the two other girls. Bea has black hair, bangs covering her face, and has a droning voice. Leah, however, has a small shy smile and long blonde hair. Her eyes are a soft brown.

"Do you like it here?" Leah smiles. Her voice is confident and strong. It gives me the impression that once again, I'm the weakest one in the school.
"It's awesome," I admit.

"You gave Louis a bloody nose, right?"
"She sure fucking did," I hear the familiar voice growl behind me. My heart sinks.

"Yes," I say quietly before facing him.
Louis. His hair is ruffling in the slight breeze, his once-friendly green-blue eyes are now angry and dark. At me, probably. See? That's why I hate him. I accidentally hurt him and now he holds a grudge against me and all my ancestors and my DNA and my future children and family.

"I - I have to go," I mutter to Jessa.
"Right." She nods at me, pointing with her head at Louis then secretly pointing down at I guess Bea's windowsill.

I eye Louis once again, and he's smirking.
I quickly leap from the window, down into Bea's windowsill. My loose red hair flutters in the wind and I fall on my knees, scraping them when I fall onto the windowsill.
But, of course, I have company.

"Going somewhere?" Louis smirks, leaning against my window.
"Actually, that's my window," I reply in a small voice. He stares at me. "You think I don't fucking know that?"

He suddenly jumps over to Bea's window, grabbing a pole so that he towers over me once he drops onto the windowsill. He's tall. Ugh.
He unhooks his arm from the pole and smiles at me. Not a nice smile. A grudging, sarcastic smile.

"Woopsie," He smirks and I open my shut eyes.
"What?"

"Sorry not sorry!" He yells as he pushes me off the window.
I shout as I feel myself fall.

Never mind.. this isn't awesome anymore.

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