Tinker University

Chapter Three

It didn't take long for me to unpack my stuff, and the only things left were my clothes. As I quickly begin to fold things and put them in the drawers in my dresser I hear a noise from behind a door; I assume it's my closet. Furrowing my eyebrows I walk over and open it, eyes widening at the sight.

Inside was every dress, skirt, and shirt of the colors red, maroon, black, gold and white. The giant walk in was filled to the brim with clothes that matched my color pallet, just not my style. It was weird, and I couldn't decide if I was annoyed or thoroughly impressed. I'm going with both.

"Pretty cool, huh?" I hear from behind me and I turn, seeing Paris in my door way. I just sort of nod, looking around the closet again. I hear a small laugh from her but ignore it. "The school's got sort of a dress code; style wise, not colors. Which is why we programed the dressers to detect color choices and give you guys appropriate clothing that you're comfortable with."

As Paris speaks I'm looking at the shoes, and I raise my eyebrows and pick up a pair of gold high heels. "Comfortable?" I ask, looking over at her. "I don't know if anything could make these things comfortable." Paris scoffs and walks over, and I quickly notice the white heels she's wearing. "You've just gotta practice."

The look on her face is hopeful and I almost accept, but then I remember where I am and who I'm talking to. She wants to bond or whatever, and I'm really not in the mood for this. "I'll stick to my boots," I say and shove the shoes into Paris' hands, walking out of the closet and back to my room—sorry, our room.

"Harley..." Paris trails off and I turn to her, shaking my head. "Look, I get it. Your dad hates my dad and vice versa, and that doesn't mean that we have to hate each other." Paris looks thoroughly shocked at my words, but then I continue: "But that doesn't mean we have to be best friends, okay? That positions already been filled."

Paris has an understanding look on her face and she nods, heading over to her side of the room as I finish unpacking. It's already clear whose side belongs to whom; the left side of the room is yellow and green, and there are stuffed animals and cute things that make me want to gag. The right side, however—my side—though yellow in the wall color has lots of red and black in it.

I pull out the last thing in my suitcase—a blanket—and pull the green comforter off of my bed and replace it. Mine is black and red wool, definitely worn, with a white skull and cross bones on the top. After flattening it I hop onto the bed and look over at Paris, an uncomfortable look on her face.

"Oh common Pan," I say simply, hands resting behind my head. "I'm a pirate's daughter. What else would you expect?"

"I wouldn't leave that out if I were you," I hear a voice and turn, seeing Alexandria in the doorway and behind her, I can see Gemma. I let out a sigh of relief at the sight of my best friend, almost ignoring her roommate's words. "The skull and cross bones is banned at TU."

"What?" I snap my attention to Alexandria and then to Paris, both having the same expression on their faces. Both tell me that Alexandria is telling the truth. "What the hell? How can they do that?"

"Piracy isn't something promoted here," Paris said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, but clearly it wasn't, because to me it made zero sense. I mean, I understand not wanting students to loot and torture others, but banning the displaying of the skull and cross bones? Not cool.

"Lei just flip it over," I hear Gemma say. I can tell that she doesn't want any problems over here, even thought that, as villains, causing problems is sort of what we do. But Gemma's always been the more sensible of the two of us, so I guess I should listen to her.

"This is such bullshit," I mutter and flip the blanket over; not it's just a black blanket. No skull, no cross bones, no nothing. It's kind of stupid if you ask me. If I wanted my side to look dumb, I'd just leave the yellow blanket on the bed.

"Much better," Paris smiles and claps a second and I look to her, a fake smile on her face. Before I can say anything there's a knock on our door and Landon and Sebastian are in the doorway, smiling at us. "Gem, Lei, you coming?" Sebastian says.

My fake smile turns real and I grab my fingerless gloves, following Gemma out of the room with my other two friends. "Don't wait up for me!" I call back, and I can hear Paris scoffing as the door shuts behind us.

Sort of a filler chapter, but I think I might do a bit of a time jump next chapter? Like a weeks or so, nothing too bad. Just to move things along.

Let me know what you guys think. I love getting your comments. And to the Guest that commented, don't worry. I'll be bringing Ben and Mal and Evie and all of them in at some point. They're just off living their lives right now.

xoxo
Paige