What makes You Beautiful
"Class, settle down!" Called the teacher as the boisterous class shouted at one another from opposite ends of the coach; I just turned my iPod up higher. "Alright, everybody!" She shouted when everybody was reasonably quiet, "We will be arriving at the Centre in little over five minutes, so I will call out your roommates so we are prepared and ready for when we do get there."
A synchronised groan swept through the bus like a Mexican wave at the thought of being paired together, but let Ms. Ott read out the pairs all the same. "Liam; you're with Louis," and my two friends cheered and high-fived, while I grimaced; I was known as the bully for some reason, even though I done jack shit, but people were always scared of me; now I was going to have to sleep in a room with someone who was terrified that I would turn on them. Great . . .
Ms. Ott read out all the names except mine and Carl's; the real bully. Instead of reading out our names as a pair though, she said; "Because you two boys are known for fighting with one another, and many others," - complete bullshit on my account - "You's will be sharing rooms with the two sons of the Centre's owner. They are around your age, so no need to worry." She finished off.
I couldn't believe it; I was stunned. Put in a room with strangers?! What the hell?! Who knows what these guys could be like? I mean, I know they are the Centre owner's sons, so they can't be that bad, but still! We don't know them! I was about to complain when the coach jerked to a stop. Peering out of the window, I noticed we were outside the Centre, which was conveniently called; 'The Centre'.
Everyone piled out and grabbed their bags, before strolling over to their partners and grouping about Ms. Ott, who was talking to a man in his forties. Taking my time, I reached the back of the group just as he introduced himself. "I'm Paul, owner of The Centre. If you could follow me," he said, walking down a gravel path.
At the end of the path was three buildings; the main building and the two dormitories on either side. As the group came to a stop, Paul started separating us into two groups; girls and boys. "Right, girls. If you could follow your teacher over to the dorms." he said, motioning to the dormitory on the left. "Boys, this way."
Following after Paul, we made our way into the cozy building. The walls were a warm chocolate brown, with pictures - photographs, sketches, paintings - plastered all over the walls. The floor was deep mahogany with matching furniture, and the rug and sofas were plush cream, covered in an array of mixed odd cushions.
The boys murmered in appreciation. Everyone got into their pairs and wandered down the hall to find a room, dumping their stuff inside and relaxing, whilst I stood their awkwardly, before walking to the room at the end of the hall, the door slightly ajar.
I lay my stuff gently at the foot of the bed before standing up and getting the shock of my life. Sitting on the bed was two boys; one tall, with brown curls and green eyes, who wore a cheeky grin, the other short with straight blonde hair flicked to the side and shocking ice blue eyes that sparkled with mischief and humor.