I woke up the next morning and my head was still throbbing slightly. With a groan, I lazily walked to the bathroom. Will's side of her room was kept neatly and her bed was already made up. Well her class started early today, no wonder. After hitting the shower, I got dressed in a normal shirt and skinny jeans. Nothing too flashy.
Fetching my set of keys from my desk, I stepped out my room to only bump into the one and only.
"Hey, you're looking good today."
"What's up with your nose?" I asked, trying to control the sudden flow of anger that erupted inside me.
"Oh your roommate punched me last night. That crazy b**ch."
"Excuse me?" I narrowed my eyes at him, glaring.
'That lesbian is totally not worth you. All I wanted to do was tell her that and she had to go and break my nose," he hissed. "Drop her. Why don't you come stay in my room for a few days? She's an annoying little bi-"
The next thing I know, I heard a loud crack and was shaking my hand hard. Punching a guy with a broken nose was easy, but what was more fun was seeing him yelping with pain.
"You spiked my drink! And you also have no right to say things about her! She's my friend! You got that?"
I didn't wait for an answer, instead I stepped past him [seeing as he'd fallen on the ground] and walked away. That was it. I was fed up with Will. But seriously punching a guy in the face really had helped. I was going to remind Willow about this later.
Classes went extremely well and I was generally happy by the time the days lessons were over. But when I made it back to my room, I found a smiling Will waiting for me. "I have something to show you," she said with a grin.
She lightly took hold of my hand and started leading me in a new direction.
"Close your eyes," she whispered once we were in a dark room.
Feeling excited myself, I did as she said.
"'kay, now you can open them."
I gasped in surprise when I stared at the scene in front of me. Wow! When she said she was getting a big studio, Will really had meant it! This was amazing.
"So...what do you think?"
"Well one thing is for sure...you're going to be filthy rich by the end of this first year."
She laughed and suddenly took hold of my hand and pushed me onto a wooden stool in the middle of the set.
"What are you doing?"
"Time for a photoshoot. Just like I'd promised."