A... certain kind?

"Yeah.  I guess you could say that Gambeldon is the black sheep of the Tanglewood family.  The faculty puts all us ruffians in one place so we don't cause too much widespread chaos."  He looked down at you with a look bordering on respect.  "You must have really rubbed the Putz the wrong way for her to throw you in as a froshie.  Not to mention..."  He let the sentence trail off, but it's meaning set off a warning bell in your head.  You hadn't yet seen another female student, and living with a whole hall of ruffian teenage boys... well, it seemed like you'd already gotten yourself into an interesting situation.  Realizing that the conversation had dwindled to nothing, you pick it up.

"So, um, I'm sorry, but you are...?"

Startled, he answers, "I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself, did I?  I'm Brenden.  Brenden Flannery.  And you are Cassidy Redfin, am I right?"

"Are you stalking me?"  You ask, only half joking.

"No, I overheard the Putz.  Don't see anything wrong with the last name, either.  It matches your hair."

You self-conciously pat the back of your head, feeling if not seeing the shoulder length crop of red hair.  "It's not red.  It's auburn."  You were somewhat touchy about your haircolor.  You had been spared the full-body freckles your mother had, with only a slight sprinkling across the bridge of your nose.  Still, you had been teased for it in school before.

"If you say so.  It's nice either way."  You're taken aback with the compliment, and change the course of conversation completely, a blush rising to your cheeks.

"So what year are you here?"

He let the blush pass without saying anything, though you know he saw it.  "I'm a sophomore, though I'm a year older than everyone in my grade."  He didn't explain the situation, and it seems to personal to ask right now.  He looks at you again and smirks.  "You really have no idea what the guys are gonna say when they see you.  Girls at Tanglewood... who would have thought the administration would swing that.  But the really crazy thing will be a girl in Gambeldon."

You reach the door of Gambeldon Hall.  It looks like any other building on campus from the outside.  It's made of brick and mortar, and there's a single wooden door with a brass knocker and handle.  "Well, here we are.  Home sweet home."  Brenden looks at you.  You knock on the door, but no one answers.

The End

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