Catholic AU
The sun was ruthless that particular day as she headed to the building where she would spend at least two or three years of her life. From where she was standing, she could tell that the structure of the place seemed to go back to the colonial or renascent days. Its walls were covered with vines and flowers fell down the columns. On the other hand the windows were larger than a regular person and its crystals could blind whoever dared to stare at them for too long.
If she had to be honest she thought the place screamed ‘money’ from the first rock at the bottom to the last one on the top. So it puzzled her to think how her mother had arranged that she would stay in this school after she had been found guilty of different chargers when running one of the most popular multinationals in the country. ‘I could be at any other place’ she thought and she couldn’t avoid swallowing. Her throat was dry. The idea of a foster home at some moralistic place where people would judge the tattoos that went down her right arm to her fingers came to her head as the most likely of the possibilities. She imagined the reproach that she would have possibly endured for a week before escaping and her imagination soon took her to consider the idea of some juvenile detention center.
She was not happy at her mother at the moment but she was thankful that she had protected her in her moments of desperation. A pain in her chest warned her that the thought of her mother loving her enough to do this for her was about to make her cry and that was her cue to continue her walk to the imposing structure.
She passed her hand over her forehead to clean the sweat with her wrist and she pulled at a medium bag with all her belongings and her hand held the belt of the guitar that rested on her back. Her leather pants and jacket may had been good for the north of the country where summer was usually steady with a nice temperature that never went over the 4°C but here, thousands of miles away from her old home, she could tell that her clothing could soon become a self-harming tool. Sigh. The air felt also lighter and it didn’t burn her lungs as she walked.
She stopped at the tall flag post and the name of the school that outstood with golden letters that spelled EAH: Ever After High or also known as the best of the catholic schools in the country. So, in name of her mother, she took a deep breath and walked into the building with the same feeling as that one that she had when she jumped into a big pool with her eyes closed and her jeans on. Inside she was expecting a bunch of eyes staring at her, rushing from a class to another. Instead she didn’t find a soul in the halls. Nobody was around and a distant mumble came from the gym. She assumed then that the students must have been in some kind of assembly and she took advantage of the opportunity to find the room that, based on her acceptance e-mail, would be her own: Room 505 on the East building.
Technically she should be walking right to the principal’s office but she didn’t find it practical to be rolling her 10 kilograms bag around the school and hurt her shoulder with the weight of the guitar in the process. That’s why the sound of her steps filled the halls in direction to the room she had assigned as she walked following the numbers on the doors. The more her tap of her heels made the rhythmical sound, the more she noticed that her bedchamber was on the top of one of building’s towers and the more the material of her shoes burned the back of her heels, the more she realized that the structure would benefit from having an elevator.
Taking a deep breath, she caught her second air and finally arrived to the bedroom. She looked at the pretty sign on what was supposed to be the door of her room and realized she may have a roommate. The sign gave away some information about who this new roommate could be; it was red and had some apples drawings on it, and in fancy handwriting it read: ‘Apple White’. She sighed and passed her fingers through her black locks hoping for the best. She held her breath a second time as she opened the door with the key that she had gotten at the front desk when she offered her ID before walking into the school’s private territory. The second the wooden entrance was pulled out, the sound of a catchy song got to her pierced ears. She recognized the songs from some party she may have been to… it took her more than a minute to remember the name of the song but she finally put her finger on it: “Me too” by Megan Taylor. Yet it was not her favorite kind of music, it certainly added another piece to the puzzle that would help her figure out what kind of roommate she had.
She stepped in.
“Hi?” She said but the beat of the melody overshadowed her voice and the sound of the bag’s wheels pressing against the floor.
The room had two different colors. On the right, next to the window, it looked simpler and impersonal. There was nothing on the walls. The bed seemed that it had been recently made and covered with white sheets. While on the right, near a big mirror, there was a nice bed with fancy sheets and a lot of clothing carelessly place over the mattress and the floor tile.
In front of the mirror, outstanding among the messy chamber, there was a breathtaking woman. And yet she thought that ‘breathtaking’ may had sounded a little exaggerated if she had said it aloud, in her head she decided to stick with it since there was no other way to describe the silhouette that had made her lose the air on her lungs for long five seconds. The girl was a delightful vision. She had a perfectly white skin with light sun burns on the shoulders and the knees. Her body was curvy and her belly and chest notoriously rounded. Her blond hair fell over her shoulders and reached the line of the red bra that matched her underwear and which she was wearing since, for what could be seen, she was picking her outfit for the evening.
“Excuse me…” the black haired girl tried to say as her purple eyes looked down that pretty curve that formed on the back of the blond girl. She passed her hand through her hair again and bit her bottom lip to suppress the need to drool. And when she felt her insides tingle, she decided that she had regain some self-control or at least make an effort to show the dancing girl some well-deserved warning.
Her attempt was not really working though. The blond girl could not hear her over the music and judging for the tone of voice she was using to sing the song, she was most likely still not aware of her presence in the room so the girl in leather clothing pulled the bag inside and closed the door behind her to avoid having other people looking at her roommate in such a private moment. She went to the bed near the window and sat down there, letting the bag rest against it. She placed her guitar over the pillows and stared at the blond girl with the intensity she was feeling inside of her. She smiled as the girl took the hair brush and used it as a microphone. Her voice was very pretty.
“I thank God every day. That I woke up feelin' this way. And I can't help lovin' myself. And I don't need nobody else, nuh uh” the girl sang and moved with a nice swing. She moved her head to the back and her blond hair whipped her back in a very sexy way. Then she finally opened her eyes and pointed at the mirror as she was about to sing the chorus. However instead of hearing the next verse coming out of her mouth, the girl that was on the bed heard the blonde one shriek.
By the look in the blue eyes of the chubby girl in front of the mirror, it was obvious she had finally notice the presence of the intruder on her room and for the blush on her cheeks she was certainly taken aback by it. “Who…Who are you?!” the blond asked pointing at her with her hairbrush.
“I’m Raven Queen. I’m your new roommate, nice to meet you.” the other one answered as she rushed up and offered her tattooed hand with a smile. However, the smile dropped the second she noticed that the blonde girl was looking up and down her attire. In fact, the blonde girl did not even move an inch after she offered her hand. Her blue eyes went over Raven’s tattoos so Raven decided to pretend to cough “Hey, I said ‘nice to meet you’ not surround your soul to Satan”.
The girl in question looked at her again and finally spoke “My name is Apple White…did you already spoke to the principle?” she asked as she rushed herself to get a towel around her. It was then when Raven decided that she better turn around to make sure.
“I haven’t but I guess I should” she admitted quickly. At the very least she wanted to get a twenty minute nap before having to see a man that she knew was going to dislike her from the bottom of his heart. However, judging by the look that Apple has given her, it was crystal clear that she was not going to have that luxury. She left her things on the bed and then headed outside. She didn’t look back to notice that the blonde girl was organizing the things that she had left over the bed and probably doing the bed with a compulsion need of having it clean and ready. She didn’t notice that but if she had noticed she would had written ‘Anal’ next to Apple. On her way to the principal’s office, Raven couldn’t feel more stupid than she already had as she had to admit to herself that she had had hope. She had hoped that Apple would had been at least nice. Oh, well. Who was she kidding? This place seemed like it was going to be exactly what she thought it would be and she was going to fill the quota for the weird lesbian who could not even fit in. “Oh excuse me” she heard someone said and by the way it sounded she could have sword he hit her shoulder while she passed by. “Do not worry about it” she had replied and the man looked at her in awe. His fair hair was brown and his eyes were behind a pair of glasses. Raven could have accepted that he was a cute guy-if she had cared the slightest bit.
To be continued.
