A Cool Breeze

|Chapter 2|

Saturday, November 26 11:00 AM

Peyton Hosini

"Please buckle your seat belts and let down your window cover. Flight to Blenheim, Aldovia now taking off. Flight to Blenheim, Aldovia now taking off."the flight attendant instructed. This was my second flight, one being I had to fly to the airport on a private jet, and the second being that I had to actually go somewhere.

The college I had picked was in the middle of a grand city, filled with shopping malls. Shopping malls mean endless possibilities. Outfits, jewelry, and anything else I could get, I would get. I planned on using my allowance, of which I had saved over years, to give me the best life while I was away. Away from my parents, away from everything I knew, but it's not like I had any friends. Most of my friends had gone after me and Mason broke up, and turned out to be just like him. The partying had gotten extreme, and I was not a fool. I was not going to allow someone to distract me from being a successful person, let alone get me addicted to alcohol just like they were.

"Well! You heard her! Let down the window for god sakes!" I heard a sharp voice yell out to a woman sitting before me. The couple, I'm guessing, continued to argue. Thinking back to past experiences, Mason would talk to me in the same manner before our breakup. I felt for the woman, because maybe her husband was an abusive drunk, or maybe her seat-mate was just an asshole.

I, luckily, was not in the sit by the window, but when I glanced over, a something caught my eye. An icy-blue eye starred back at me, watching me like a hawk. "Starring is rude, you know." the person said. I quickly broke the eye contact and let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. "Sorry." I mumbled. "I'm Atlas, you are?" I quickly swallowed my pride and responded, "Peyton, Peyton Hosini."

"Nice to meet you Peyton, now could you please breathe before you pass out?" he said. Then I realized I had still been holding my breath. Atlas was rather good looking, not that I was looking. I couldn't help but notice his blue eyes, black hair, and-let's stop there.

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2:00 PM

Hours had passed by and I had gotten to know that Atlas was a rather rotten person. After our nice greeting, he was rather rude and inconsiderate. He would complain about the simplest of things. "Could you move your arm you i***t," and "You shouldn't wear your hair so messily" were just some of the complaints he made. In my defense, a bun was not messy, and he was just complaining for his own pleasure. I think he got a rise out of complaining and I sure got annoyed with it fast.

"Please unbuckle your seat belts and retrieve your bags. Flight to Blenheim, Aldovia now exiting. Flight to Blenheim, Aldovia now exiting." was heard over the speakers of the plane. Boy was I excited to get away from Atlas, and off of this plane. "Move it!" I shoved Atlas out of the way and grabbed my things from the compartment. "Hey!" he shouted, but by the time he had gotten his items, I was exiting the plane, and entering the world of Blenheim. But, that made me think. If I were getting off the plane, and he were getting off the plane at the same stop as I, then he would be staying in Blenheim too. But what are the chances that he would be going to college? Anyone like him would never be enrolled in only the best college in Aldovia.

I looked around the airport and spotted my driver. I practically ran towards the car. Excitement hit me harder than ever. I would be going to the college, at which I would stay at, in the next few minutes. "Where to Miss?" he asked. "The Terrestrial College of Blenheim." I stated confidently. The ride was short, because the airport practically only had about a two second radius away from the college. "We're here Ma'am." I heard and I perked up. "Thanks!" I practically screamed as I jumped out of the car, grabbed my luggage, and headed off to the front of the building.

"Here we go Peyton. Life has begun." I gave myself a little prep talk, just before entering the lands of Blenheim College. My heels clicked upon the floor, and excitement cursed through my body. Today was the day we were supposed to get assigned our dorms, and I couldn't wait to get my hands on that key. The second I walked into the room was the second I would become free. I made my way to the main office, the place to be.

I stopped at the door, and spotted a list full of names. I then predicted that it was the dorm list. Scanning down the list, I found my name and dorm number. Peyton Hosini Room 203. The space beside my name was blank, so maybe I had gotten lucky and got an entire dorm to myself. I mentally screamed a yes, and entered the office. "Name and dorm please." I'm guessing the assistant said in a monotone voice. I thought I would return the tone and said "Peyton Hosini, room 203." A key was handed to me along with a list of rules, which I won't need because trust me, there won't be any type of partying in my dorm. I planned to study and study only.

I turned and walked out of the office like a boss. Get ready Blenheim, Peyton has come.