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Olivia POV

"But I want to get to know you again...Olivia."

My eyes shot to his face in surprise. Talk about being confusing! Now he said he wanted to get to know me when just five seconds ago he had been doing everything he could to avoid me. His statement felt very spur of the moment and I wasn't sure how genuine it was. Neither was I sure of whether I actually wanted to get to know him again.

"We'll see," I said simply after a couple of seconds. He could interpret that as he would.

I turned around back to the bookshelf before I could wait to see his expression. He was silent for almost a full minute as I busied myself sorting books. If I followed my method carefully I calculated that I could be finished in exactly seven and a half minutes.

The chair scraped against the floor as he stood up, advancing towards me. I refused to look at him, continuing to pile books onto shelves in alphabetical order.

Tom picked up a book from the 'B' section to look at the title.

"What do you think you're doing?" I hissed, wacking his arm with the book in my hand. He was messing up my perfectly thought out plan.

He cried out in surprise, dropping the book he was holding. It fell to the floor with a thud.

He looked up at me in dismay, honestly, you'd think I killed a puppy or something with the way he looked at me. "What's your problem?" He hissed right back, bending to pick up the fallen book.

"There is a method to what I am doing right now Tom, you can't just sort books willy nilly," I snatched the book back from him and placed it in its rightful position on the shelf.

"Once a control freak, always a control freak," he muttered as he turned away from me.

I gasped in outrage at his audacious insult. "What did you just say?" I narrowed my eyes and advanced on him, backing him into the window at the edge of the bay.

He raised his hands in surrender. "Just commenting on how...thorough you are in your planning." He smirked down at me.

Although I was the one who had backed him up into a corner, I still had to crane my neck to meet his eyes. When we were younger, I had always been an inch or so taller than him. I was pretty sure he was nearly a foot taller than me now.

I huffed, deciding to let his rude statement go. There was no point getting worked up about something that a stranger said. And he was pretty much a stranger to me.

We didn't speak much for the remainder of our detention, he just watched as I meticulously sorted the books. As predicted, I was finished in about eight minutes. I put the extra thirty seconds down to me being unnerved by Tom's unwavering gaze and sometimes losing my focus slightly.

"Well," I said, dusting off my hands. "Now we can go," I gave him a sweet smile that probably looked faker than Donatella Versace's lips.

His brow creased for some reason and he stood up slowly.

I turned on my heel and left. Honestly, he was such a slow coach! I wasn't waiting for him, I had way more important things to do; like grovel to my parents.

I could feel him following me but it was only when we burst out of the library that he grabbed my elbow to stop me.

"Hey," he spun me around to face him.

We were standing far too close for comfort. I took a step back.

He crossed his arms and smirked at me. "Me and some mates are having a little, er, get together Friday night."

I gave him an unimpressed look. My experience with boarding schools was brief but my experience with bad influences was extensive. I knew what his 'get together' really meant. Ahem, drugs, drugs, drugs.

His lips twitched humorously as he took in my expression. "Well, the invitation's always open, just come by Alex's room window after ten. It's the one facing the astro, ground floor."

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. Did he honestly expect me to want to go prancing around the sports fields at midnight, looking for some random window and trying to hide myself from the glow of the astro pitch's flood lights? He was insane. All I wanted to do in my time here was stay out of trouble and do my work. Was that too much for anyone to ask?

"If you don't have anymore ridiculous ideas that are sure to get me expelled, I think I'll be going now," I started walking away.

"See you!" He called to my back.

I wasn't sure if I wanted to see him but I guessed it would be unavoidable now that I'd landed myself in detention. On my first day.

Could this good girl thing be going any worse?

Because my House was really close to main school, it only took me a couple of minutes to walk down the hill there. The campus of Cheverly Manor was actually ridiculously huge, I think I'd read somewhere that it was around 500 acres.

My house mistress smiled at me over her newspaper as I walked in.

"Hey Miss Abbey," I chirped as I quickly signed in.

You had to sign in and out everywhere in this school. Go to the library, sign in. Go to a different House and you had to sign out of your House and into the other one. Apparently it was necessary for our whereabouts to be tightly documented for every single second of the day.

I skipped merrily out of the House foyer and past the kitchen towards my room. Then left, right and down the corridor. I had the route memorised from this morning.

The keycard machine flashed and beeped as I swiped my card into the little slot. So much more high tech than America. Literally, the States needed to sort themselves out.

Once in my room, I collapsed happily on my bed, flinging my shoulder bag onto the spinning desk chair.

I sighed loudly. Even though I wanted nothing more than to go home, I would be the first to admit that this school was frickin' nice.

As I stared at my ceiling contentedly, I realised that the room was vibrating gently at periodic intervals. Listening more closely, the familiar sound of Drake's 'Hotline Bling' made itself known.

There were three other rooms down my corridor. The music could only be coming from one of them.

I shot out of my bed and stormed out of my room, taking a quick second to flick off the automatic lock on the door.

Once in the corridor, it was painfully obvious which room the music was coming from. The one directly next to mine.

The music hadn't been on when I first came into my room. If it had been then I must have gone intermittently deaf for about five seconds.

I slammed my fist against the door three times.

"Yeah?" A feminine voice shouted over the music.

I pushed at the door, not surprised to find it locked. "Could you turn it down?" I yelled.

The door pulled open and a girl in shorts and a tank top stood sneering at me.

She'd dyed her hair an ombre going from brown to blonde at the tips. It hung in loose waves past her shoulders. Overall her look was prettily dishevelled.

"Who the fuck are you?" She spat unpleasantly.

"Hey," I would not be confrontational. "I'm new, I'm in the room just next door. I was just-"

"Oh fuck no!" She screamed, shoving her way past me, her door slamming shut in my face. I refrained from telling her that she had just locked herself out.

"Miss Abbey!" I heard her screech as she stomped loudly down the stairs.

I took a deep breath and made to take step backwards. I heard a giggle.

I spun around and nearly jumped out of my skin. There was a head poking out of the room directly opposite mine.

I didn't see it at first because it stood at nearly half my height. The young girl continued to giggle as I met her eye.

Fuck this shit. I fled to my room as fast as I could, locking my door behind me. This was so not happening. 

--- A/N ---

So this wasn't very good, but I promise I have big plans! Stuff is happening guys; inspiration = words. You'll notice that this book has had a makeover. I hope you like it! 

Love ya ;) - Z