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Nicole Haught’s first day of classes had gone well enough. Not to say they went perfectly or anything, considering her pitiful amount of sleep, and the fact she woke up late this morning. She had been counting on her roommate to wake her up, but no such luck: she hadn’t even woken up yet. Still, Nicole made it to her class on time (with messy hair and no makeup, mind you), and seemed to get along fine with all the teachers. They were all a bit… Off, though. Professor Holiday spoke as if he was from the 1800’s, Professor Dolls had the shortest temper she’d ever seen, and the Dean was…
Something else.
Then again, why should she be surprised everyone was so weird? She’d heard the rumors, listened to the whispering voices speak about this school. No one was really ‘right’ here- everyone was off in some sort of way. That’s just how Silas was, and just the reason Silas was her first choice of colleges. The redhead was determined to become best police officer anyone had ever seen, and to do that well, she figured she’d need to know how to deal with all sorts of people. Even the occasional werewolf, or vampire, or whatever other crazy creatures existed.
Though she didn’t attend Silas for the education in the slightest, she knew she’d need to keep her grades up to convince her parents to keep her there. This in mind, Nicole forwent her bed for her computer, which she propped up on her desk. She got to work immediately. Nothing could distract her from completing her work, nothing except the sudden barging in of her roommate of course. “Heya, Nicole!” She knew her name? But they hadn’t even spoken before. Was there some kind of roommate information sheet she forgot to unpack, or something? “Heya… Stranger?” Try as she might, Nicole simply couldn’t remember ever hearing her roommate’s name before. “It’s Waverly, Waverly Earp. Did I forget to introduce myself?”
“Hardly,” Nicole scoffed. “You didn’t have the chance to. You were still asleep by the time I woke up, and I haven’t seen you since. You take afternoon classes or something?” The brunette nodded. “Something like that.”
There was a tense, off-putting silence for a few moments. Neither girl knew how to add to the conversation. Nicole wanted it to go on longer, and based off the way Waverly’s teeth caught her bottom lip, she assumed she did just as much. So, against her better judgement, she blurted out the first thing that came to mind, “Your hair looks real pretty.”
Well, she supposed there were worse things she could have said. Like how she was sorry about the awkwardness, or how odd it was she got home at the same time as her, despite their schedules being completely different. It was probably best not to question this stuff anyways: there was no way she’d have time to question every weird happening at this freaky ass school. Nicole may as well shove her suspicions aside, and instead make the best out of her adorable, yet quirky, roommate.
Adorable, quirky, not to mention hot as hell. It almost wasn’t fair. She was a tiny thing, with the prettiest green eyes. Her hair, a golden brown, was tied up into two cute little buns atop her head. Not to mention her fashion sense. She was wearing a floral blouse with black pants. On anyone else, this would look quirky and nothing else, but it fit Waverly in all the right places.
“Ah, you think so? I didn’t have time to brush it out or anything, so I’m glad the buns didn’t come out as bad as I thought they did.” She giggled, smiling the sweetest damn smile Nicole’s ever seen. How could one person have so much going for her? “Your hair doesn’t look so bad either, Ms. Haught.” Another giggle.
“Thanks.” Nicolle absentmindedly took a piece of her hair between her rough fingers. She opened her mouth to speak again, perhaps another complement, until another stranger shot into the room. “Waves, how was your first day?”
This girl, taller and with darker brown hair, quickly made her way over to ‘Waves’, sitting herself down on her bed. “None of the teachers gave you too much trouble, right? They better not have, otherwise I’ll shove my best gun right up their-“
“Wynonna!” Waverly gasped, playful smile plastered on her face. “They treated me fine, just like every other student. And besides, even if they picked on me or something, I wouldn’t let you go anywhere near them with a gun. You’d totally get suspended!”
Nicole simply blinked, listening to their conversation from her desk. She wasn’t sure which was more concerning: the fact the brunette suggested such a thing, or the fact Waverly didn’t even seem surprised by it. She made a quick mental note never to piss that girl off. “Uh..” She cleared her throat, which finally reminded Waverly she was still there. “Oh! Wynonna, this is Nicole! Nicole, meet Wynonna!”
“Roommate, I’d presume?” Wynonna asked. What else would she be? “Yep. And you are Waverly’s…?” Girlfriend? “Big sister.” Once the introductions were over, Wyonna turned her attention back to Waverly, asking her question after question. Nicole decided to take this time to examine her more closely than she had before.
Wynonna was much taller than her sister, with slightly darker hair, and less of a muscular build. She lacked the softness of her sister’s eyes, rather, hers were an intense blue. Nicole was tempted to look deeper into the blue oceans, but honestly, she was scared she could drown if she looked too long. So instead, she focused on their conversation.
“Is Willa coming to visit?” There was a pause. “Right. Shouldn’t have asked…” Waverly answered her own question, eyes noticeably dimming. Nicole made a mental reminder to never ask about this ‘Willa’ unless she wanted to make Waverly cry. “Said she was busy. I’m sure she’ll pop in sooner or later, though. Us Earps always find a way to stick together after all.” Wynonna smiled down at her sister, though Nicole could tell it was fake.
“Don’t worry Waves, Ms. Haught stuff over there’ll probably keep you too busy to even notice she’s not here.” Nicole blinked. Did she… Know her last name? Or was that just some stupid coincidence? And what did she mean by that? God, she didn’t… think she was doing stuff with Waverly, did she? Not that she wouldn’t want to do ‘stuff’ with her sister, but wouldn’t Wynonna be angry? “I guess you’re right.”
Yet another anxious hush fell upon the room. “I should probably get back to my dorm now. Willa told me she has something important to talk about. But, uh, talk to you tomorrow okay?” That was Wynonna’s queue to rise and make for the door. Before she left, she glanced over at Nicole and added, “Lay a finger on Waves, and you’re dead.” Then she was gone, the door was shut, and Nicole was left speechless.
“Don’t mind her. Wynonna’s just protective, ‘s all.” Yeah, sure. Nicole’d stop paying her any mind when she stopped threatening to murder her. “I can’t see you hurting me anyways.” This caused the red head to smile a bit. Aw, Waverly trusted her? “I can see you forgetting to do your homework, though. Do you want some help with it? I didn’t get any today, so…”
“Nah, I should be fine. I’m just about done… Thanks though.” That was bullshit, Nicole hadn’t even started yet. Waverly’s only response was a smile, a reassuring pat on the shoulder, and a soft, “Good luck.” Nicole turned her head to reply, but she was already gone.
Now that she was finally alone, she took a moment to reflect on her first day at Silas. She didn’t feel that most of her feelings needed to be said, though. It was odd and confusing, even a bit scary- but that went without saying. Silas itself was all of those things. The only feeling she couldn’t pin down was that gentle, calming, fuzzy feeling in the pit of her stomach. She didn’t think too much about it though, knowing the answer would come with time. Her homework, however, would not. So she pushed her feelings aside and focused on her work.
The redhead ended up typing until she passed out at her desk. She woke up the next morning with a blanket wrapped around her, and a warm cup of coffee waiting for her. “Waverly…?” But there would be no answer, for the girl was nowhere to be found. She decided against looking a gift horse in the mouth and simply enjoyed her surprise.
Even though she took her coffee black, she drank every drop of the milk-infested, sweet liquid.