It was an hour later when the Principal showed up and demanded our attention once more. "Since everyone is done you all will go straight to your rooms. Make sure you're settled and well rested for an early start tomorrow. We will not tolerate students falling asleep during the activities. The chaperones will make sure that no one escapes their rooms tonight. Your chaperones will also call you all tomorrow morning to wake you all up," Principal O'Doherty ordered with a stone face.
I watched as I lost Rachel in the crowd of people. It wasn't like she raced ahead, but people just squashed through the opening. I was left behind watching the small gold circle disappearing down the hall as she linked arms with her couple of friends. My hands dug into my pockets, I didn't have my stupid room key. I lost my partner in the crowd and didn’t have my key to the room; Rachel was totally going to use that piece of information as a sign that we were going to fail the project. She needed to take a deep breath and come with terms with the fact that we would do great.
Elbows were jabbed into me as people shoved around. I attempted to make my way up the stairs. Part of me wished that I was Rachel's slight size to squeeze through these dumb, pushy peers. People called out saying 'hello' to me and to others, but I had been up since too early that morning so I just wanted to sleep. Despite the happy belly of food, I needed sleep now. As I cut through the mob out onto my floor, Rachel was still out of sight. I reached my door, after a couple second guessing on other doors. There was no real response, but I heard the television on in the room. This time I knocked harder, and students that were passing turned to watch me. That only made me more frustrated. I raised my fist again to knock for a third time, but Rachel opened the door. Her big, emerald eyes staring up at mine, however the door was only open part way as she leered out of the small opening.
"Why didn't you use your key?" Rachel asked. Even through the gap she had her head tilted to the side.
"Just let me in already," I responded slowly, each word slow and fully announced so each part was distinct.
"Fine, go ahead and ruin my fun." Rachel pouted as she stepped aside, opening the door fully for me.
I waltzed into the room, pretty much collapsing onto the bed as the exhaustion hit me. Propping the pillows behind me I was sitting up a little more, my eyelids half closed, wanting to be given the chance to relax. Yet, a short, furious blond stood in front of the screen. Her weight shifted onto one side with her arms crossed firmly over her petite chest with one of her eyebrows arched high.
"I think we should make a plan for the project, you know get a head start so that we aren't lost," Rachel started, her position didn't move, she was a statue as she paused, staring at me.
I was not awake enough or in the mood to answer questions about doing a school assignment. Moving my head to the side I peered around her hips, happy she did not have ones like my sister. Rachel just retaliated by moving her weight to that side so I leered to the other side but she only followed suit. I glimpsed up into her eyes that were narrowed. She was as scary as bunny slippers; part of me wanted to laugh at her, but even my foggy mind knew that wouldn't end well. I didn't have the energy to deal with that.
"Nick, come on, be serious! This is going to be a big grade for us, now come on and take me seriously!" Rachel snapped, as her hands locked onto her hips.
I shrugged. "Fine," I responded, not seeing a point in arguing especially since we hadn’t been given any real information on what we were supposed to be doing.
Rachel threw her arms up in the air as I watched her out the corner of my eyes; plopping down onto the edge of the bed. The muscles in her back were tense as she still wouldn't face me. Rachel glanced around the room. We were both stubborn.
"Crud," she muttered.
"What?" I asked, using my feet to get my shoes off, then kicking them off the bed and onto the floor.
"A little math problem for you Nick," Rachel started as I closed my eyes for a second before connecting our eyes. "There is one bed, there isn't a couch, but there are two people…" She stopped, letting the last word drift about in the air.
"And your point is?" I questioned, with a raised eyebrow just wanting to end this conversation.
"Wow you really are hard headed, that means one of us is going to have to sleep on the floor."
"Why?" I held back the smile.
"Think about it. If one of us isn't sleeping on the floor that would mean that you and I are sharing a bed. And I'm not going to share a bed with you," Rachel finished.
"And what's wrong with that?" I continued, keeping my face muscles cool as a cucumber while her face turned neon red.
At this point with Rachel's change of color I burst out laughing as she didn't respond. My upper body shook as my eyes came close to watering. Her eyes widened before she looked away.
"You're unbelievable!" Rachel snapped, her voice wavered with her cheeks still highlighted. Her body was half turned towards me so that she could attempt to glare at me while she still had her feet dangling near the floor.
"Well I don't feel comfortable making a girl sleep on the floor and let’s face it, I'm not in the mood to sleep on the floor."
"I'm not sharing a bed with you," Rachel countered quickly.
"Why?"
