She looked like a doll on a display sitting still like that. So still, the girls who purposely passed by, who weren't from their school, thought she was sleeping and took the chance to get some close checking out of the guy beside her.
'Let me down.' She finally said after a long time of silence. She didn't look up though and kept her head down until he placed both of her feet on the ground.
'You feeling shit?' He asked.
'I want to go home. Like right now.'
'What? We haven't eaten yet. They're just going to distribute the free snacks in like 20 minutes or so.'
'We can get them. Then we scram.'
'Where? Here? You know you just live here right?'
'Good thing that doesn't make me ever late.'
For another few minutes neither of them spoke.
'Hey, do you have your hoodie with you?' She asked.
'Yeah. What about it?'
'Can I borrow it?'
'What?'
She turned to face him and waved her open palms at him. Confused, he walked away to get his hoodie. He looked back several times to check if she were still standing on the same spot, and she was.
'What are you going to do?' He was getting the hint that she was about to so something.
Ignoring his question, she slipped on his hoodie and walked towards the table filled with food.
'Oh dear.'
He watched as she walked casually towards the piece of furniture. It was like a scene from a movie that within seconds another thing comes into your view before you even understand what had happened from the previous one. He was amazed and kind feeling over the edge at the same time for a few seconds looking at her trying to steal something in the midst of many people. No one seemed to notice what she had done even when she was already standing beside him.
'Tell me, have you ever been inside a girls dorm before?'
'You don't need to worry. Most of the girls in here either go out to go home on weekends or hang out with their friends and boyfriends. They come pretty home late.'
'How about you?'
He looked around the old building. It's interior design and wood looked like it was from the 50's or 70's. There were old intricate frames of old paintings of saints and Mary. There was one wall filled with old and new pictures of the place's temporary inhabitants. All girls, all students of the school, although their uniforms differ from one another due to the large year gap. The windows were kissing the floor and ceiling with thick dark royal blue curtains hanging on their sides. There were a number of lavish looking but old chandeliers on top of their head. The place isn't fancy but it probably was when girls wore sharp bra's and didn't really care about the effects of smoking, he thought. It started to become boring after the years had dragged the place along with it. It felt and looked dead. Too serious. Too arranged. It reminds him of something.
'My room's upstairs.'
He followed behind her and walked through a series of corridors with worn out carpets. It smelled of floor wax and glade. Most of the rooms were closed.They passed by a room with music coming out of it's door. She didn't seem to mind it though and continued to pass by it. There was a little opening of the door and when for a split second he was able to peek through the room inside it. There was a girl sitting on her bed and had this very uncomfortable position while struggling to write on her notebook.
'She was a transfer student just like you. We don't really interact with her because she's too preoccupied praying to her idols and acting like a complete mental most of the time. If you had seen it, her rooms full of statues of different kind.'
He wondered why a girl like her would be studying in a Catholic school. Based on what Fay said, it was more odd if you think about it.
'This is my room.' It was located at the very end of the corridor. You could see the real garden on one window across the door. There was this small parlor across her room with a lot of bookshelves, an aquarium and small pots of tiny cacti. No one really goes to the garden because it's entrance and exit was too far from the campus. When he came inside her room, the first thing that went inside his head was the temperature and smell. It was a bit too cold and it smelled of books. Not a dusty smell but more of like a homey one, although there weren't many books around. She had too many pillows on her bed. And there was even a small balcony. Her study table faced a window that showed an old large tree but the building seemed to be a little bit elevated so the rest half of the window was all blues, showing the sky.
'Now I know how you were able to count how many nights were cloudless.' He said.
She slumped into her bed and then tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. She didn't look at him and just directed her eyes outside the balcony as she asked.
'Have you ever had sex?'
'What?'
'Nothing. Just a random thought. You see, in movies or in books when one of the characters tells the other one to hang out in their room, the predictable scenario would be that they would have sex.'
'But we aren't living in the movies or in the books.'
'My point.'
He sat beside her and laid on his back. He stared at her figure. Her straight hair, her slender arms, her upper body that is probably hot if she wore the right clothes. His thoughts made him smirk. Since, after all ,it has been almost a year since he has spend this kind of time with a girl. He felt like experiencing the right stuff at the right time of guys his age.
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