ariana's pov

Unwillingly, I get out of the warm, welcoming blankets, hitting dismiss on my alarm clock. I snatch the boy's uniform out of my doorway and set it flatly on the disheveled comforter of my bed, looking like some tsunami swept through it.

I quickly brushed my teeth, jumped in the shower, and washed my face once I had taken my shower.

Slipping on the pants, boy shorts, a plain black bra and a collared buttoned-down shirt, I walk to the mirror, looking at myself.

I hate you mom.

I wrapped up my hair and put bobby pins in, then putting the bald cap on my head. And then I put on the toupee, quickly applying foundation, and blush.

I know I'm supposed to look like a boy, but I don't want to look like The Walking Dead make up artists pampered up my face.

I opened the door, the wind blowing directly in my face. I quickly put on my black gloves. It was a five minute walk that felt like an hour in this cold. As I walked up to landscape, I wanted to turn around. Great rich, snobby kids await me. I bit my lip and walked in. Everyone stops and looks at me.

"I'm the new kid." Then everyone kept walking after that.

I felt like the only pizza slice left in a box for a second there.

Once I was done at my locker I got my schedule and went to first period gym. As soon as I step in, of course something has to clock me right in the fυcking face.

"Holy shιt." My eyes are open now.

I'm a dead woman. He isn't legal. Nothing of what I'm seeing is legal.

"Ow," I say while wincing at the contact of the basketball.

"Hello?" He stares at me.

"Oh, sorry," I say, passing the ball back.

He snickers, continuing the game.

Don't you snicker at me. The only thing funny here is your fυcking basketball skills, dιckwad.

Man, am I glad I'm not in the same class as him.

Our class is in the weight room. Yuck. I absolutely hate sweating. I grab the folded schedule in my pocket. Unfolding it, looking back at Justin, back at the paper.

I roll my eyes. Great. I awkwardly walked over to Justin's gym class.

"I think I'm in this class," I said handing Mr. Talrouy my schedule.

Justin snickers again.

Oh my fucking God. If he keeps on snickering, I'm going to need to bring this dude to a motherfυcking candy shop and he can swallow his nougat and peanut delight over there.

"Who do the hell do you think you're laughing at?" I put my hands on my hips.

He smirks, licking his lips. It's strange body language but I'm fine with this being my funeral. He walked over to me.

Is it just me, because I feel it getting hot.

"You," he whispered in my ear, slowly backing away.

That was a close one I thought he was going to say I was a girl.

As soon as gym class was done I ran to next class wanting to leave Justin's class and partly because I wanted to be on time. I had to freaking run from this manor house to another manor house to get to my regular classrooms. I know this school is supposed to prepare you for college, but they could at least give us more than five minutes to get to each class.

I finally made it with one minute to spare. Of course he's here. I take the seat next to him. Why? Because he's hot. I'm not stupid.

"So you think we're friends," he whispered.

"We're going to have to be," I grinned.

"And why is that?"

"Because we're roommates."

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A/N: So do you like I that I introduced Justin?
{message from Angela: Bitch I'm Madonna by Madonna ft. Nicki Minaj slays omg you don't even know. I wrote most of this listening to it.}

{Message from Ileya: my bday's tomorrow :3 #sweglikeswegexceptsweggier and btw yeah i hope u liked this :) and my humour - also Angie's bc she bae :)) < my smiley face is fat. her name is grina mcdonalds ... bc she got fat from mcdonalds . . . and she grins alot :D)}

wtf im lame