Dominate

Chapter 2

"Hey I just met you, And this is crazy, but, here's my number, so-"

"Cammie! Shhhh." My brother gave me one last deathly look, you know the one Harry Potter gave Voldermort when he *spoiler alert* killed him. I stuck my tongue out at Ben for the final word. He just rolled his eyes, no surprise there. 

"Kids! Play nice." My Dad scolded from the from seat of our SUV. "If Cammie wants to sing let her sing her little heart out. That way maybe she might not be able to function...and save us our sanity. For the better of our family of course." He added slyly with an innocent grin sent in the direction of the back seat.

"Amen!" Ben howled with a fist punch. 

"Boys! Play nice!" I said with a disapproving look. I faintly heard my Mom chuckle in the front seat.

"How much longer?" Ben whined five minutes later. Ben's dark brown hair was crazy messy with random tuffs sticking up in odd places. His new Woodbridge hoody was crinkled and he had a big red spot in the middle of his forehead from leaning on the window too much. I envied his always stunning blue eyes, which were even bluer from sleep.

"Patience grasshopper." Mom said from the front seat of the car. From where I sat I could see her blue eyes in the rear-view mirror. Her long dark eyelashes only accentuated her eyes. My mothers dark brown hair fell loosely around her shoulder's and her dainty composure made her seem like a princess. I looked nothing like my mother, unlike Ben who looked exactly like her. 

If anything I resembled my father. He had stunning blue eyes and shaggy strawberry blonde hair. Elliote Grande had freckles across the bridge of his nose just like me. Although, he was tall and strong built. 

I'm not even joking when I say my parents could be models. 

"If I'm in this car any longer I'm going to explode." Benedict Grande complained again. "My butts numb... I think that calls for immediate attention."

"Nobody's going to pay attention to your butt, Ben." I countered, giving him an amused look. "That's just wrong on way too many levels." Faintly, I heard Mom and Dad chuckle.

Ben's going to Woodbridge with me also. He got his acceptance letter a week after mine. Ben got a scholarship for football. Lucky him, Ben didn't need to use his (non-existant) brain to attend. I'm not totally sure how I feel about him coming to school with me. Before, we had been in the same homeroom class in our last High School. I'm positive I don't want to relive that again. 

"Somebody just tell the boy how much longer...for the sake of our humanity, please." I finally whined as Ben started moaning into his Whinnie-the-Poo blanket.

Woodbridge Preparatory is settled in New York City. Conventionality located just minutes away from the downtown area; but still country enough the horses could have huge paddocks and a lot of space to move. The campus spreads out and makes use of many of the opportunities NYC offers. 

Benny and I were both born in California, but moved to Washington, D.C when Dad got a new job. I was only five, but Benny was six, and don't remember it that well. Apart from then, I had never moved or changed schools much. Although, it didn't help that I was away horse showing half the time I was supposed to be in school.

"We're here." My Dad announced. "And it only took four hours!" Ben's and my head snapped up immediately to see the one and only Woodbridge campus. 

Woodbrigde was stunning. With rich shades of green, and blue the campus took advantage of huge pine trees set everywhere in sight. The buildings were rhapsodic with gorgeous shades of grey, and took on a traditional american styled architecture. They were mainly made of stone which gave the campus an old feeling. Campus building's had huge windows, giving it an airy feeling. With dark woods, and old fashioned street lights, Woodbridge was like a scene from an old movie.