Bound To Fall In Love

Chapter 2

We're resuming boarding school next week, so we have to collect our uniforms.

Zander is getting a new uniform since he was elected as head prefect which basically makes him god in our school as if he needs any more power. I was elected secretary of finance which suits me more as I'm going to study business in university, hopefully Harvard University. Gold leaf academy is an international school hence it adopts a lot of different customs to be more accommodating for the international students. We have a wide range of dietary options in the cafeteria, lots of festivals and clubs and very few restrictions in general, though they're strict when it comes to academics. At least a third of each set doesn't come back the next year because they didn't reach the cut off mark which changes every year and is extremely hard to keep up with. School is grueling and unbelievably tasking. The only good part is that they're not partial, there's no swaying the board of directors of the school if they cut off someone no matter who their parents are or how much money they have, which makes it fair.

Zander drives us to the seamstress he got his Bugatti Divot last year, it's a ridiculously expensive car to get someone who's not even legally allowed to drive yet. His birthday is in November and we're still in September so it won't be much longer until he gets his license.

The boutique is mute, a lot of creams and browns decorate the walls with very little furniture and yet it looks super chic. Madame Francine is a tiny woman, much older than she looks with a chic red bob and designer glasses. Right now she's with another customer so her shop assistant attends to us. She brings out our uniforms and asks us to try them on and call her when we're done. Our school colors are gold and green. So our uniforms have the same color scheme with dark green pleated skirts with gold trimmings and slacks for boys, white long sleeved shirts with the logo of an ouroboro wrapped around a tree on the breast. We have sweaters, vests and blazers too though they're not compulsory.

"Is that skirt length even sanctioned?" Zander says when I come out of the dressing room

"Mind your own business" I flip him off.

My skirt fell mid-thigh which people viewed as obscene with my 5 '9 height.

"How are you planning to move around without flashing the whole school in that" I roll my eyes at him.

"One. It's not even that short. Two. Mind your own business" I snap at him. He just laughs back.

"I'm not sure I'll like all the other boys staring at your legs all day." he says as he steps closer. He's so close now, I can see the different shades of blue in his eyes, and if I leaned an inch closer our lips would touch. The thought makes me dizzy, both light and heavy at the same time I feel compelled towards him.

"Are you guys done" the voice snaps me out of my reverie and I take a step back, then another, gulping in the air he seemed to suck from the room.

"Yeah we are" I call back, but my voice sounds different higher, I feel like I'm about to go into hysterics, all the while he's just watching me, under his midnight blue eyes I feel naked, like he has removed all of my organs to inspect, like he knows all of me in a way I would never understand. I take another step back, I have not been known to make good decisions when he looks at me like that. I leave the dressing chambers as if I'm fleeing from something.

"Are you okay dear, you look a bit startled" madam Francine says. She must be done with her other customers. I give her a big smile.

"No, nothing's wrong, I'm just so completely in love with my uniform" I give her a little twirl. Zander comes into view and our eyes catch. His uniform is different from all the others. Instead of green his is black with a golden emblem of the school's logo on his blazer and gold trimmings, even his tie is different, plain black not a green and gold striped tie like mine. The thought that he is different comes to mind, his uniform fits him perfectly as does everything else and though I've known him for years and know all his flaws, I can't help but think that he's perfect, so completely and utterly perfect he shouldn't be real.

We pay for our uniforms and leave since they didn't require any further adjustments. In the car on our way back he asks "What's alternate you doing?"

"Selling porno in my uniform" I reply. "My name could even be naughty school girl, cliché but effective"

"How about teacher's slut"

"Detention baddie"

"Classrooms bad girl"

"Principals favorite" I add with a wink and he laughs so loudly I think he's going to get us into an accident.

"What about you?" I ask. He's silent for a moment then. “Buying every single copy so no one else would ever see you like that."

I gulp, he has to know the effect his words have on me, how hopeless I sometimes feel towards him and yet he continues to say stuff like that and we continue to move back and forth in this weird relationship. We're quiet for the rest of the drive home