A teenage crisis 2 - Riley and Allyvia (books for 6 year olds to read themselves TXT) 📗

So I have to admit, I didn’t ruin being friends with Riley. In fact, we actually get along very well. Way better than I thought, anyways. (Maybe she could set me up with Dustin? She is his sister after all…) I go to my dorm at seven-thirty, the dark shadows casting an eerie glow on my bedroom door, to meet my new roommates. We’ll all be staying in dorm two, room two-oh-nine, in the fourth floor. Curfew rules are strict- you must be in bed by nine o’clock every night, or else you have to clean the bathrooms for a week. “Look, Natalie, I’ve asked you nicely, keep your stuff off my bed,” I heard an annoyed voice snap as I nudged the door open with my foot. “Well, I think I should be able to keep my stuff where ever I please,” I heard another voice reply. I peeked my head around the corner to see two unfamiliar faces. “Oh, look, you must be Alex,” a brown haired brown eyed girl chirped, bouncing to my side. “I’m Natalie,” she smiled, extending her hand. “Alyssa,” the other girl said in a British accent. She had green eyes and black hair that hung in her eyes. “Alex,” I smiled half-heartedly. “Did I interrupt something,” I asked, looking around the tornado struck room. Clothes and papers littered the floor, makeup in piles on the bathroom sink. “Well, dear little Natalie over here, thinks she can leave her stuff where ever she likes,” Alyssa complained, throwing a pile of junk off her bed. “It’s not my fault! I have less closet space than the janitor,” Natalie cried, opening a tiny, shabby looking closet that was already filled with clothes. I could tell this year was going to be… interesting, to say the least.
I woke up earlier than usual, startled awake. My neighbor, Marissa, is up with her music loud enough for me to hear through the thin paper-like walls. Normally, I’d be a heavy sleeper, but today I wasn’t. All I can think about is my dream that I had. It was about Dustin. We sat there, watching the other. No talking, no touching, just silence. Normally, silence would drive me insane, but with Dustin… I don’t mind. I had talked to him a few times in the hallways, but usually with Riley and his flock of girls that follow him everywhere as if he were some movie-star. Always in a crowd. I never let him know I liked him, because I knew he was dating Lindsey. Have you ever wanted to ruin someone else’s relationship before? I haven’t, until now. This feeling is awkward! I’m surprised at how I’m reacting to this. Anyways, since I woke up early, I started to get ready for school. I dressed prettier than yesterday, to see if Dustin would notice. I put on the last of my mascara and slung my bag over my shoulder, ready for school. “Hey, Alexandra, you look nice,” Dustin smiled as I walked into my first class, Ballroom Dancing. They had the guys pick partners (girls) according to height. I started freaking out because I have no idea how to dance and I was worried I’d get stuck with some guy I don’t know. “Okay, Dustin, you can pick first,” our teacher, Mrs. smith smiled. “Kyle, who should I pick,” Dustin asked quietly, turning to his best friend. “I don’t know… how about that new chick, she’s pretty hot!” “Who, Alexandra?” “Yeah, Alexandra. If you don‘t pick her, I will,” Kyle nodded eagerly. “I don’t know, she seems like a… oh, what’s the word?” “Cruel skank know it all?” “Yeah,” Dustin nodded. I was hurt that he thought so lowly of me, but I was going to change that. “But, she is the hottest girl here,” Kyle grinned mischievously. “Alight, I choose Alexandra,” Dustin smiled. My heart almost leapt out of my chest. As we began stretching, I began to worry. A lot. I didn’t know how to dance. At all. I was probably going to step on his feet and fall flat on my face. As we all stood to begin dancing, my legs turned to spaghetti and my palms began to sweat. And then, suddenly, Dustin’s hand was on my back, spinning me in circles, guiding me gracefully to the music. At the final dip, he looked into my eyes and I couldn’t help but blush. And then I kissed him. I hadn’t meant to, if anything I wanted to avoid it. It was just another reason for Lindsey and her clones to hate me. But I did it anyways. Big mistake. I broke away to see Lindsey standing there, her mouth wide open and eyes narrowed in hatred. Dustin quickly let go of me, letting me fall to the ground, along with my dignity, and rushed after Lindsey, who had ran out of the room. I wasn’t sure what happened when they were in the hallway but when he came back, he was upset. Because of me. I was fairly quiet for the rest of the class… until the bell rang. “Alex,” I heard Dustin call my name. I considered rushing out of the room and hiding in the girls’ bathroom for the rest of my life when he jogged up, grabbing hold of my arm as I attempted to leave. “Hey, Alex, can I call you that?” I nodded numbly, aware of all the people gaping at us. “I’m sorry about class, today,” we said at the same time, making it even more awkward. Okay, so maybe I wasn’t sorry but I wasn’t going to tell him that. “Look, here’s my number, in case you want to practice,” he smiled. I blushed a lot because at first I didn’t think he was talking about dancing. “Dancing, I mean, in case you want to practice dancing. You can call anytime,” he added quickly, catching on to my blunder. “Okay,” I nodded sheepishly, unaware of what I should say next. So I left it at that and walked away before he could say anything else. I headed to my next class, only to run into Dustin again. Proper etiquette had never been my area of expertise but I tried my hardest to avoid Dustin. I’ll just sum up the whole class period for you: AWKWARD!
Time flew fast and it was already Saturday. In two days, I would have to face Dustin again. We had every class together and I couldn’t really skip class. I wasn’t really sure how I should feel about that considering Lindsey is my sort of step-sister and Dustin is her now ex-boyfriend. I was about to sit down for lunch when Riley grabbed hold of my arm. “We have to talk.” She said it was urgent so I followed her into her dorm. “How could you, Alex?!” I asked her what was wrong and she was quiet for a moment, considering how to put into words. “I knew you liked Dustin, but not enough to steal him from Lindsey, your sister,” she practically yelled. “Number one, Lindsey will never ever be my sister. Number two, I didn’t steal him,” I cried. Right?

Publication Date: 02-26-2012

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