For Worse Or For Better

Chapter 03

    "Kilroy?" 

    A mix of emotions crossed Cassidy's face as she processed Blair's question. Fear turned into disgust which turned into indifference once the blonde realized her features were giving her away. 

    "He's a freak," she shook her head as she gave Blair a look. "No one knows anything about him." 

    "You just said he's a freak. Someone must know something." Blair pushed, yearning for more information. 

    "He has no friends because he doesn't talk to anyone." Blair noticed as the other girl rolled her eyes and straightened her posture, squaring off her shoulders. "No one knows what he did to get here and he wouldn't tell you even if you asked. I think he gets off on being alone." 

    A part of Blair was giddy at the fact that no one knew anything about him because she loved solving a good mystery, but the other half was annoyed that Cassidy couldn't tell her one thing about him. She had the typical problem of being the girl that got the guy that never gave anyone the time of day because it gave her a sense of accomplishment. However, the guys she wanted usually weren't into girls like her. She loved a clean cut look but with an edge, like a prep school boy had gone bad and those guys looked at her like she was gum on the bottom of their boat shoes. It wasn't that Blair was unattractive or dirty, she was the opposite. Her mother had blessed her with good bone structure and beautiful hazel eyes covered by thick lashes, but you wouldn't catch Blair dead in a polo shirt or anything other than dark hues for clothing. 

    Back home, the only guys that were interested in her were a part of the crowd she ran with, who were a lot like her. She didn't care for the scruffy riff raff that she ran with. It was okay for her, but not who she wanted to date. 

    Cassidy switched the topic of conversation from the mysterious Kilroy kid to topics that were less interesting to Blair, so the brunette tuned her out again until they reached a hallway of doors, stopping in front of a white door marked with '13'. Blair grimaced at the chipping paint that coated the wood and sighed, glancing at her guide. 

    "Do I at least get this place to myself?" 

    "Actually, yeah." Cassidy handed Blair her keycard and motioned to her lock. "You're lucky. Riley just got kicked out yesterday." 

    Before Blair could get too excited, Cassidy finished. "I doubt it'll be too long before you get someone else though." 

    "Buzzkill," she retorted, pushing her door open and scanning the room quickly. It was tiny, too tiny for one person let alone two, but somehow the school still managed to shove two twin sized beds into it. Like f*****g sardines.

    "So..." Cassidy trailed off as Blair spun back around to look at her. "If you need me or anything, I'm in room 9 just down there." She pointed to her right. 

    Blair nodded, turning back to toss her suitcase onto the bed on the left, pondering if she could push the two bed frames together to make herself a full. She had no intentions of continuing the conversation with this girl because she wasn't interested in making any friends while she was here. There was no point if all she needed to do was get through the next several months and then she'd be home again. Plus, bonding with people really took a lot out of her. 

   "Wait," Blair's focus shifted back to Cassidy as the girl continued to speak as if she didn't know Blair had been ignoring her. But there was a certain word that had pulled Blair's conscious back to the real world. "Did you say something about a party?" 

    "Yeah, I was just saying that there's down at the old special education trailer on the other side of campus tonight. It's been abandoned since the new wing was added last year and teachers don't go near it anymore." 

    Without so much as a second thought, Blair's lips grew into a mischievous smile. She should've known that a place like this with so many 'bad' kids would have parties in the middle of the night. Even though it'd been less than 24 hours since she'd been picked up in a cop car, caught by her own stupid drunken recklessness, she felt like she hadn't had a good time drinking in ages.  

    "Help me find something to wear?" Blair batted her eyelashes at the blonde, watching as the girl smiled back at her, clearly excited that she'd finally returned the kindness that was extended to her. 

    Sorry, Grandpa. I'll start being good tomorrow.