It doesn’t take us long to reach what Ryan referrs to as ‘The Oasis’. Usually when people, mostly teachers and younger students, ask why it’s referred to as The Oasis, Ryan just says it’s because of the huge TV and how it’s a fun place to hang with friends. Honestly, I probably would have just believed that. However, apparently it’s called that, because back when Ryan and a bunch of other people were freshmen there were very strict Internet and TV restrictions. By that I mean anything that might be even remotely inappropriate was censored. That meant no YouTube, tumblr, twitter, facebook, or most forms of Google images were available. However, it was discovered that in that specific break room on the fifth floor, there were no restrictions. People could do whatever they wanted.
According to Ryan it just lead to a bunch of people jacking off in the bathroom or emailing photos out through the buildings. That’s a fact I definitely could have gone without.
Luckily the restriction was taken off of both the wifi and the TVs about two years ago, so there’s really no reason for it to still be called The Oasis. I guess the name just sort of stuck. Besides, it is a really nice room, so the term oasis does seem to fit. There’s a huge window that stretches nearly completely over the far wall, giving us a great view from the fifth floor. There are several tables and a large TV, with a round couch in front of it. There’s two vending machines, one with soda and one with vitamin water and juice. There’s even a foosball table in the center of the room, next to the couch. Looking around, I can only imagine how much money my parents blew on this school. It is, after all, one of the best private schools in the state, whether that’s a big accomplishment or not I’m not sure. I’m not even sure how many other private schools there are in California. Probably a hell of a lot more than Nevada. I should really know this. Hell, I researched half the schools. All I know is that the Oasis alone probably costs more than my old house.
As soon as we walk in, Ryan drags me off to a couch on the side of the room, complete with a coffee table and two other armchairs, all of which are covered by a handful of other students. They’re all sitting together casually, shooting smiles as Ryan approaches. “Hey Ryan.” A red headed guy greets. His dark, nearly brown, red hair is cut short and spiked up in front. He wears a basketball jersey accompanied by the school’s logo over his chest. His style is strikingly different against Ryan’s blazer, though by the tone of his voice it’s obvious he’s known Ryan for a long time. Opposites attract? I should know that more than anyone. “Who’s he?” He asks, furrowing his brow as he looks me up and down.
“This is Luke.” Ryan informs, pointing happily towards me. “He just moved in down the hall. Luke this is Jet.”
Reaching out my hand, Jet shakes it friendlily. “So you’re the new kid, eh? Nice to meet you.” Jet smirks, taking back his hand. “We were all pretty confused as to why anyone would change schools mid semester. You didn’t kill anyone, did you?” He asks, jokingly, raising an eyebrow. He leans forward and uncrosses his legs, resting his elbows on his knees.
“Yeah, we all had bets about whether or not you’d be a really creepy person or not. “ Giggles an attractive girl sitting beside Jet. She has dark chestnut hair that falls elegantly down her back in waves. Her eyelashes bat happily, as she too examines me head to toe. “As far as I can see you’re perfectly normal.” She purrs.
“Slut.” Will coughs in my ear, a light chuckle trailing behind. Making himself comfy, Will sits on the backrest of the couch, eyes fastened happily on the chestnut haired girl. Perv.
Shaking his head, another boy with wavy black hair speaks from the armchair beside me. “It’s too bad.” He sighs with a shrug.
“Why?”
“Yeah, you should be happy that we’re not sharing a building with a lunatic, but a handsome, intelligent man.” The chestnut haired girl points out happily, keeping her eyes fixed on me. Again she bats her eyelashes, which frame her dark brown eyes.
Rolling his eyes, the boys lips crack into a small grin. “The fact that you think he’s hot isn’t going to get my money back.” He drones, matching her challenging smirk.
She lets out a playful giggle. “You win some, you lose some. Besides it’s your own fault for betting.” She teases, trying to act mature.
“You bet too!” He half laughs, half barks.
“Yeah, but we won the bet.” Jet ridicules, wrapping his arm around the girl. “Suck on that.” He grins widely, flipping the other boy off. The girl beside him pulls a wad of bills out of her pocket and begins fanning herself with them, though looking closer I notice it’s just a wad of ones and a five.
Will looks down. “Watch out, Lukey we got some high stakes gamblers on our hands.” He warns sarcastically. Lukey, really?
I hear Ryan let out a hushed chuckle, before he speaks. “Sometimes I wonder why the hell I’m friends with you people.” He laughs, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. “Luckily I have Luke here who has yet to be brainwashed by you freaks.” Ryan announces jokingly.
“Just you wait.” Jet warns, his arm still around the chestnut haired girl. Her head’s leaning on his shoulder happily, as she hugs his arm around her. Despite the body language, she continues to keep her eyes on me, not once looking at Jet. “In a couple days, he’ll be one of us.”
Letting out an exaggerated groan, Ryan drops his head in his hands. “Well, shit.” He states, dragging his head up.
“Oh shut up.” A girl, leaning on the armchair calls. “You know you love us.” She grins, playing with her light brown hair dramatically, twisting it around her fingers. “Or are we just to amazing for you?” She teases.
Rolling his eyes, Ryan walks over to her, coiling his arms around her waist, and she does the same for his neck. “That’s definitely it.” He purrs, looking down at her. Leaning in he kisses her lightly, her hand running through his hair. Awkwardly I look away, trying to find anything to distract me. A book, a chair, anything. Except perhaps Will drooling over Jet’s girlfriend. But anything was better than watching Ryan and his girlfriend. I just met the two; I certainly don’t need to see them make out.
“Get a room!” the black haired boy shouts, throwing a small throw pillow at them. It hits nearly the center of Ryan’s head, with enough time for the girl to jolt away. Giggling intensely, she brushes down some of his hair, which has been muffled. I mentally prepare myself to look away again.
“Poor baby.” She coos, nearly mocking him. Rolling his eyes, Ryan kisses her again, but lighter that time, throwing the pillow back towards the black haired boy. It only hits his knee, causing him to release a light chuckle, which Ryan doesn’t seem to hear.
Taking the girl’s hand, Ryan points at the black haired boy. “Luke, that smart ass is Zach.” He informs me, a small laugh in is voice. Giving a friendly salute wave, Zach nods. Retuning the nod, I bring my eyes back to Ryan, as he continues the introductions. “And that girl creepily wrapped around Jet is Jessica. And no they’re not dating, they’re just freakishly close.”
“Wonderful.” Will remarks.
Sticking out her tongue, the girl leans forward. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Luke.” He purrs flirtingly.
“Slut.” Will coughs again, that time I recoil a bit, which luckily seems to go unnoticed. Faintly, my eyes shoot to him with just enough time to give him a death glare. Or at least a fraction of one. Either way, Will get’s the message. “What?” He laughs. “I’m not complaining.”
Ignoring Will’s comment, I turn back to her. “Nice to meet you.” I grin, shaking her hand friendlily.
She shoots me a bright smile before rolling her eyes at Ryan. “And by the way, we aren’t freakishly close.” She defends herself, leaning back against Jet.
“Yeah you are.” Zach laughs. “You’re all over each other. Its no wonder Alice hates you.”
“Alice?” I ask, wondering if I’d missed an introduction. Counting the people, I realize that the only one left is the girl Ryan has been kissing, and she certainly didn’t look like an Alice or that she hates Jessica.
Looking over at me, Ryan catches me up. “Alice is Jet’s girlfriend, and as you can probably guess she’s not a fan of them being all over each other.” He tells me, motioning once again to Jessica wrapped in Jet’s arms.
Shaking her head, Jessica makes her case. “She just hates me, because when Jet and her broke up for a while last year, Jet and I slept together. But it’s not like he cheated on her. After all she broke up with him.” Jessica says, almost a little anger in her voice.
“And Alice got back together with him.” Zach pipes in.
“And broke up.” Ryan’s girl friend drones.
“And got back together.” Ryan says, rolling his head, quickly fixing his thick glasses.
Will hops off the couch, laughing to himself. “I guess we know who wears the pants in this relationship.” He snickers, making a whips motion with his hand.
This time Jet’s the one to throw the pillow, hitting Ryan in the middle of the face. “Shut up.” He chuckles, adjusting his seated position and sitting up straighter. “What’s important is that we’re together now.”
“Mhm.” Ryan’s girlfriend rolls her eyes.
Pointing dramatically at her, the corner of Jet’s lips raises to a grin. “You’re lucky I don’t hit girls.” He warns light heartedly.
“Mhm.” She repeats, sitting down on the armrest.
Crossing his arms, Jet huffs. “I hate you all.”
“You know you love us.” Ryan announces, mimicking his girlfriend’s previous remark. Flipping him off, Jet doesn’t respond.
Jessica pats Jet’s cheek like a puppy. “Aw did we hurt your feelings?” She asks in a baby voice.
Jet pouts dramatically and crosses his arms. “You suck.” He groans, glaring at Jessica.
“Sucks what?” Will! Honestly he has no filter.
“Alright, alright. I’m sorry Jet.” She promises, resting her head on his shoulder. “You guys are cute together, and she is not a controlling she-devil.”
“She-devil?” Jet laughs. “That’s what you call her?”
“Never.” Jessica defends, crossing her hands over her heart.
Will crawls beside me. “She-devil. Sins. Lust.” Dear god, shut up.
Through the chaos, Ryan’s girlfriend looks over at me, amused by my awkward position in what I expect is a common debate. “You don’t say much, do you?” She asked, Jet and Jessica’s conversation having come to a close. Her head cocks slightly to the side, resting on her shoulder.
Rubbing the back of my neck, I chuckle awkwardly. “No, not really.” I admit.
“Like I said, he’s new. In a few days he won’t be able to shut up. Cherish these day’s Ryan.” Jet hollers, making his voice purposefully loud.
Jokingly, Ryan recoils, covering his ears. “Oh no! My one weakness, talking!”
Again his girlfriend giggles, kissing his cheek lightly. “ Shut up you big baby.” He replies with a stuck out tongue. “Besides, there’s nothing wrong with Luke being quite, he’s just shy.” She says, looking at me, her green eyes widening. “But we’re all freaks, so you have nothing to worry about.” She assures me. I couldn’t help but laugh a bit. They’re perhaps the most average, preppy looking group of kids I’ve ever met, and yet they refer to themselves as freaks. If they’re freaks then what am I?
“By the way,” She hums, sticking out her hand. “I’m Amber.”
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