Behind her Schemes by Amber M. (open ebook txt) 📖

of silence Carissa sighed. She raised her hand and ran it through her hair.

"Thanks." She said finally.

"For what?" I asked. There was no reason she had to thank me.

"For not mentioning the whole high school thing." She admitted.

I laughed and said,"I'm not that type of person."

"I know. do you know where the old park is?"

Weird.

"Yeah." I said.

"Well, be there at 6 o'clock sharp. I owe you." She said and then walked off.

Carissa Johnson saying those very words I was unlikely going to hear ever and they just came hitting me in the face. I can't believe she had said it. I owe you

echoed through my mind and I groaned.

Had she changed just in a few months? or was it my anxiety getting the better of me?

I stepped into the revolving doors and pushed forward. It was beautiful outside but I was knocked to my feet on the inside. No, literally some person(A-S-S-H-O-L-E) knocked into me and I fell to the hard marble floor(or at least I think it's marble). I pushed the strand of hair in my face behind my ear and looked up at the person. The equation to this problem was that there was no equation. Meaning the person left without apologizing. I stood up and wiped my clothes off.
I continued toward the elevator and stepped inside. I should have mentioned I got my door key and Schedule awhile back. Apparently, I had two roommates and one of them wasn't even human. No, it wasn't batman or spider-man. DARN! I wish it was but instead it has to be a cat named Gelato. I know, right? Who names a cat that?!

I pushed my dorm floor and waited for the elevator to close. Just when the elevator's doors were five inches apart a guy slid through. Not to MENTION him colliding into me and causing us to stumbled back.

Me, being pushed against the elevator's metal wall and him pushing into me. His messy brownish-black hair tickling my neck. Yeah, his face was smothering my poor(lucky) neck. After a minute of an awkward position he still kept, I lightly fake coughed.

"Uh, Sorry." He muttered as he stepped back. My eyes met a pair of blue iris eyes. A blush wanted to creep up my neck but I back slapped it and pushed it back down. Plus It would look absolutely stupid if I blushed by just looking at his eyes. I mean come ON. What kind of girl blushes over that?! Moving on...

He broke his eyes from my gaze and turned around. He pushed a floor number and backed to the wall. Resting his foot on the wall and leaning his head on it to, he sighed. I wanted to gawk at his weird appearance. Not to like ruin the moment of his perfectly comfortable position or anything. The poor dude's sweater was inside out, his pants were on backwards, and not to hard to notice but he had lip stick on his neck.
I laughed at him. His eyes shifted from the wall to me and his eyes furrowed in confusion. I clamped my hand over my mouth and calmed down a bit. Removing my hand he raised his eyebrows and said,"What?"

"Not to like totally ruin your mood," I had a little bit of laughter ready to come out but I continued as I pointed at his clothes,"Your sweater is inside out, pants is on backwards, and you got a little something on your neck." He looked down and groaned.

Out of no where he pulled down his pants and I yelped. I turned insistingly and covered my mouth. I could hear him pull his pants back up and then he must have fixed his sweater. A snap(probably from his finger) got my attention but I didn't want to turn around.

Well, not just yet.

"Hey. Ah...you, Girl." He said.

"The names Maeve." I said on instinct and annoyed I had done so. I turned around and dropped my hand to my side. He crossed his arms over his chest and stared at me.

"Yeah. Okay, Maeve." He sounded like I was lying about my own name.

I wanted to flip him off right there but the elevator stopped to let a blond girl get on. The guy smirked and I could tell by the look on his face he wanted her. I'd puke if it wasn't for a blond chick just waiting to spread the news about some nerdy weirdo puking on her on the first day of college and knowing in about a week my name would be figured out.

Ugh! Just watching him makes me want to.....never mind. Back to reality.

He flung his arm around her shoulders and she giggled. Scratch that. She made a high pitch noise that probably was suppose to be a giggle. I couldn't help but laugh and wish I hadn't. The blond chick turned toward me and scowled. Oh, no. Here it comes.

"Do you have a problem?!" She snapped and I chuckled.

"Of course. Uh....Oh! My problem is-" The elevator door opened and I stopped talking. I could tell the blond was already mad but I ignored her. Walking to the door of the elevator I stopped and laughed as I turned toward them.

"Well, I would stay but as we all know," I looked at the blond girl to the guy and continued,"You guys obviously really need some privacy. I mean the poor girl's cleavage is almost showing. You might as well be her mother and fix it." I shrugged and stepped out just as the elevator door was closing a loud gasp from the girl left me laughing.

No, it wasn't my nervous breakdown getting to me and besides a better word for it would be anxiety. Yes, I enjoyed being mean. Not because I'm some bully or anything like that. I just have an issue with 'people' like her.

Jumping out of my thoughts just on time, I dodged the running guy and his fellow companion. Immature Idiots. Sadly, I couldn't complain about it. I'm indeed a immature girl myself and not mention that I'm eighteen. I'd say I'm more of a childish type but still not complaining or anything. I finally stopped at my dorm room, which was 31B and happened to be at the end of the hall. I pushed the key into the key hole and turned until I heard a Click.

I pushed the door open and took in the scenery. It was not that bad from were I could see. Plain white walls with pictures or weird paintings made by whom I'd probably couldn't pronounce filled the wall in various different places. If I actually focused on the furniture instead of the weird paintings then I would have noticed the black sofa with a red head, brown eyed girl munching on a bag of chocolate Hershey kisses. Her eyes never left the bag and I was kinda afraid to awaken her from her trance that the Hershey kisses had her in.

There's always rules with a psycho girl with a bag of chocolate.
1) If she was psycho, never talk bad about chocolate because she will and I MEAN she will go all nut meets the case. NUTCASE.
2)Never ask for a piece of chocolate because the answer will always be 'No'.
3) If you sneak a piece, she would probably or most likely bite your hand off.

I walked in and closed the door behind. The girl still munched on her chocolate as she minded her own business. I sat my suit cases down and looked at her. The girl had freckles, red hair and brown eyes as you already know, she obviously loved chocolate, and she seemed to not give a care about her new dorm roommate. This girl seemed rather okay.

On second thought, she seemed way too okay. Wasn't she supposed to be all Oh, I'm too good for you and I rather have a bag of garage as a roommate attitude? Well, it usually was supposed to be that way or maybe it wasn't.

A voice with an accent made me jump out of my thoughts,"It's not really nice to stare." I instantly knew the red head had finished her chocolate and was now staring at me. Her green eyes burned through me and I felt uncomfortable.

"Uh, yeah." Was all I said.

"Exactly." She sang as she moved the empty bag of chocolate on the coffee table and stood up. She grabbed her black coat and pushed her arms into the sleeves.

"I'm Annelisa Adams," She started as she slid her vans on and continued,"I got to go out to buy more chocolate and some cat food." I nodded and moved out of the way as she step around me and grabbed the doorknob.

"Okay. Oh, I'm Maeve Anderson." I said and she nodded while opening the door. She turned her head towards me and said."Your room is down that hall to the left." I turned my head to look at the hallway and nodded. Annelisa closed the door leaving me alone in our dorm with a her cat.

Just Gelato and I. Well, just me since I have no clue where Gelato would be.

Chapter Three

  I opened my suit case and searched through it. I grabbed a dark red coat and slipped my arms through the sleeves. The coat was giving to me by my grandma for my birthday last year. I buttoned it up and pulled my hair into a pony tail. Using a piece of sticky note paper I wrote a message on it saying: I'll be back. Had something to do. ~Maeve

 

 

     I placed the paper on the table and walked out the door. I closed it behind and began to walk to the elevator. I pushed the down button and waited. The elevator doors opened and I stepped onto the elevator. The doors began to close and someone slid through just in time to collide into me. Just like last time. Me being pushed against the elevator wall and a guy pushing onto me. Déjà Vu all over again. I noticed something though. The guy's hair was the same as last time. "Seriously?!" I blurted. The guy stepped back and scowled. "You," He started as he pointed at me and continued,"You're that girl from last time." I rolled my eyes and huffed. "No, I'm a rainbow dancing unicorn," I sarcastically said and sighed as I continued,"Yes, you idiot." His scowl deepened and he shoved his hands into his pants pockets.  "Ah, you attend to be on the elevator every time I am. Stalker much?" He said. "It's not like I choose to be. Why would I be stalking you? I would rather stalk