&&the world is burning to the ground [pete]

[Jayda Inglisse]

Let's see how far we've come.

Wavy blonde hair rested freely down the middle of the seventeen year old's back as she left the school's grand foyer to the courtyard. Her feet were covered by a pair of simple cream coloured flats and dark skinny jeans that extended her long legs and comfortably hugged her legs and hips. A jacket was wrapped around her slim torso to protect against the chilling air while a scarf accented the article of clothing and provided comfort.

The air smelled wet and electric, indicating an upcoming storm as the clouds gathered moisture and became dark and promising. Green eyes glanced up at the sky and hoped the storm would hold off until her errand had been run. The cell phone that Pete had dropped practically burned a hole in her jacket pocket; it'd been there for a few days as she hadn't gathered enough courage to give it back without getting her face ripped off or pride beaten upon.

Taking a deep breath, Jayda took her time crossing the courtyard, her eyes fixated on the towering building that held the boys dorms. Her worried mind ran through all the worse case scenarios; the door slamming in her face, yelling at her some more, a slap in the face, anger in general. Maybe she was over reacting and it would turn out just fine. Each step took the seventeen year old towards the doors and closer to Pete. This scared the crap out of her but she had no reason to feel this way so why was this happening.

Jayda swallowed, what was thought, her fears and opened the doors to the conveniently heated entrance of the boys dorm building and headed towards the elevator. She pressed the button and stepped inside. The metal box reached the second floor way too soon and opened, exposing an extravagantly lit and decorated hallway. Conveniently, the fourth dorm room was right infront of the elevator. She moved towards the door, her left hand finding the cell phone that was nestled in her pocket as her right lifted to knock on the solid door.

Unconsiously Jayda hoped Pete wasn't in his dorm although knew that wouldn't be the case. The moment came and it was time for her to make her move. Her knuckles tapped on the door softly at first but increased strength as the knock ended. She lowered her hand and waited impatiently for the door to open. After waiting for what seemed to be a long time, Jayda started to turn and move away from the door, the pressure on her chest and shoulders becoming lighter as she thought that he wasn't in his dorm after all. Relief swept over her body but then came right back as she heard the lock disengage itself from its resting place, indicating the door would be opening in about 1.3 seconds. The moment of truth had reared its ugly head and Jayda didn't know if she could handle it but then again, she didn't have a choice now did she?

[pete monroe]

I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes
And what I choose is my choice
Whats a boy supposed to do?

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Hoffman was a very twisted school. They liked you to be in their control about things that you did most of the time. Then sometimes they didn't care what you did or when you did it, it was a twisted system and Pete wasn't sure what he was supposed to do most of the time. They wouldn't kick you out of the practice house if you were in their after hours, but they would kick you out of the concert hall. They liked you to keep a dorm here but you could also stay at your family's home or your own apartment for the richer foreign kids. Most of the kids kept dorm rooms so that they could sneak around with members of the opposite sex for the adrenaline rush, and they kept apartments so they didn't have to. It was a twisted world at Hoffman and for once Pete was glad to have the dorm room all to himself. It was a rare moment when all your roommates decided to make themselves vanish. So Pete took advantage of it.

It was one of those clear London days the days where a storm was brewing but hopefully it would hold off for a while so you could enjoy the day first. That's what Pete was doing though, he had opened the bay windows that had been luckily included into his dorm room, that he shared with Roland and Jayce who were both absent for some reason that he wasn't quite sure of yet. He opened the windows and brought out his acoustic guitar. There were some days when you needed to blare things out with an electric guitar and some days when you just needed to be mellow. He'd opened up the bay windows and sat on the ledge plucking away tunes that were neither set in stone or part of any project that he had going on, he was just having a very much needed one man band jam session in other words. He'd been sitting there for quite a while, when he saw the clouds moving in. He hopped off the ledge and put his guitar in his case, sliding it back under his bed. He was just about to lay down to catch up on some sleep when there was a knock at the door.

It wasn't Roland that was for sure, because if Roland forgot his key, he had this thing of knocking a particular tune and if you interrupted him before he finished knocking out the entire tune he would make you shut the door and let him finish. It wasn't Jayce either, who had the quick sharp knocks, that told you he was in a hurry even if he wasn't. So it was either Beau who was Jayce's best friend, the pushy Frechman didn't seem like one for a timid knock. Then there was always Amable for Roland although he was pretty sure that the dancers were still in practice. He got up off of his bed, the room silent now, empty now from the echo of the knock. He got up and twisted the lock undone, taking his time. He opened the door with a squeak and he tried not to hide his displeasure, "Are you looking for someone," he asked in his mixed clipped Yankee tones, and his almost British accent.

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