Page 14 of Sinful Desires

“That’s me.”

She nodded. “I’ve gathered all your paperwork for you,” she informed me. “You’ll just need to sign a few things and then we’ll go over your class schedule and what will be expected of you.”

I arched an eyebrow at that. Expected of me?

Deciding that biting my tongue was probably the best thing to do for now, I strode forward and dropped into the chair adjacent to her. She shot me a small smile before grabbing a pen out of the black cup on her desk and held it out to me.

Next, she placed the stack of papers in front of me and encouraged me to read everything before signing on the signature lines.

I pretended to read the code of conduct before signing down at the bottom and flipped the page. When I finally got to the electives, I stopped, my interest piqued.

Student Counsel

Dance Team

Redwood News (maybe)

Choir

Creative Writing

Soccer (abso-fucking-lutely)

I added soccer to the elective I wanted with the news being my second semester elective. I never got to play sports growing up with how much I had to move around, not to mention…some of the families I’d been placed in were just straight up ass.

Handing the stack of papers back to her, she looked over them quickly, her eyebrows raising in surprise, probably due to the electives I chose.

Within minutes, a humming noise sounded through the room, drawing my attention toward the printer on the opposite side of the room. A couple of papers slithered from the machine moments before the room went quiet again.

She stood up and moved to gather up what she’d printed, and then she returned, sitting down once again. “This is your class schedule,” she informed me, right before placing the paper down in front of me. “And this is the campus map.” She placed that down too, and spun her chair around, using some kind of key to unlock a file cabinet before she started rummaging through it. Once she found what she was looking for, she placed it down in front of me. “This is the key card to your room.”

On the black card in gold font was the number 311.

“Your room is on the third floor,” she continued, her smile widening a fraction. “I’m Principal Hawthorne, and if you need anything, this is where I’ll usually be. You can also email me from the computer in your room.”

This school was obviously different than any other I’d ever been to. I could tell that she was trying to hurry this up and get me out of here, probably because it was so late. Not to mention, it was a Sunday.

I nodded and gathered up the papers. Glancing down at the map, I noted that the dorms were only a building over.

“Thanks,” I muttered before slipping out of my seat and moving to collect the rest of my things. I stuffed the papers into one of the bags, keeping the key card accessible to me in the palm of my hand.

When I ventured outside, I easily located the dorms, my eyes widening at how big the building was. It wasn’t as big as the one I’d just been to, but pretty damn close.

I made my way up the steps and pushed through the double doors. A huge lobby greeted me, designed with cream-colored sofas, and colorful bean bag chairs. A girl sat on one of the bean bags with a book in her lap, completely oblivious to her surroundings. Narrowing my eyes, I was distinctly able to read the title. ‘Church’ by K.G. Reuss. Interesting.

I continued walking until an elevator caught my eye. Well…that’s convenient. Readjusting my bags over my shoulders, I strode toward the elevator and pressed the button. It didn’t take long for it to open, and when it did, I stepped inside.

As soon as the door sealed me inside, I pressed the button to the third floor. Within moments, it started to move at a steady pace, pushing me upwards.

My breathing labored as uncomfortable thoughts about getting stuck inside this thing plagued my mind. Being trapped in an enclosed space with no way out sounded like its own kind of horror story.

A small breath of relief left me when the elevator stopped moving and the door opened once more. As soon as I stepped into the hallway, doors adorned either side of the walls. It didn’t take me very long to find my room, and when I did, I inserted the key into the metal box. It flashed green, permitting me entry in which I obliged, pushing down on the handle and stepping through the threshold.

Striding inside, my breath hitched as my gaze swept over two girls seated on the bed to the far right. They both stared at me; one of them petite, while the other was curvy. The curvaceous girl had bright, unnatural, red hair. The other girl had long black hair and light brown skin.

The red head groaned, rolling her eyes when she took me in. “I told you I’d probably get stuck with a roommate,” she hissed. The petite girl snorted in amusement but didn’t comment on that.

Rolling my eyes, I drifted over to the empty bed and sat my things down beside it. I could still feel them staring as I situated myself on the bed, pulling one of my bags up here with me before dumping its contents on the mattress. I busied myself with folding the garments that needed it, while putting the ones that didn’t off to the side for now.

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