Jenny: Branston High Series

"Look Jeniliya, nobody gets top marks on all their assignments." Michael Carpenter, my Employment Law lecturer, gives me a patronising smile which he pretends is sympathetic, but I can see he doesn't care. He just wants me out of here so he can go home.Admittedly it is late, but this is the only time slot he had available and I really need to figure this out now."I do." I can hear the desperation in my voice, but he just sighs heavily, pushing himself out of his chair and walking to his door, his arms gesturing for me to leave. I can't leave now, I haven't settled this satisfactorily so I stay put, swiveling in my chair to face him. "What can I do? Can I try again?""There's no need to do it again. Fifty-eight is a pass, most of the other students would be pleased with that." He presses down on the handle and the door opens, highlighting the silent corridors because no one else would still be in any of the rooms at eight o'clock in the evening. "Go home, go out, whatever you do to r

"Good morning, good morning." Luke's voice permeates the room as though he's actually standing beside the bed. I groan, shoving my head under my pillow and try to ignore him. Cleo is giggling and shushing him, but it only serves to make him louder. "They love having me serenade them in the mornings." I can practically see the stupid smug grin on his face as he says this. "It's morning, a beautiful morning, get up and greet the day." "Harrison, shut the fuck up." The sleepy voice comes from directly beside me and it's as if the entire world comes to a standstill. I hear Cleo telling Luke to stop, but his giggling voice is suddenly right outside my door and with cat-like reflexes, I throw the quilt over Kenji entirely, jump out of bed and am there ready when Luke pushes open my door, his eyes flitting around the room, until they settle on the lump that is Kenji. "Oh, Jeniliya, you've got a man in your bed, you're so naughty." He squeaks, the widest grin on his face I've ever seen. "

Do you ever have those moments when you realise that you're actually a terrible person?Mine happened shortly after waking up from the best sleep of my life. The light filters in through the edges of the blinds, waking me and normally when I feel this good, I would get up and do something productive or go for a swim, maybe even cook breakfast for all my housemates but Kenji has one arm under my neck and the other draped over my side, as if even in sleep he can't bare to not be touching me. It's cosy and comforting and I have no desire to move from his bed yet, so I wriggle around in his arms, getting comfortable enough to fall back to sleep.He yawns, pulling me tighter against him so his front is plastered against my back, which also makes his morning erection incredibly obvious against my bum. Something about how good last night was has sparked something off inside me and I find myself grinding gently against him, trying to satisfy the ache to have him inside me, without actually

There are a ton of reasons that I continued to hang around the hotel hours after Kenji and his band mates left. There's the fact that this bed is a million times more comfortable than mine, about twice as big too so I can properly starfish in it without reaching any of the edges. Also, the bathtub is pretty much a jacuzzi with delightful massage jets hitting all my exhausted muscles at the touch of a button. Even the fact that it's a late checkout, which I thought would be lunchtime but according to the lady who buzzed up my breakfast and seemed to already know and not mind that I was here, the room doesn't need to be vacated into four this afternoon and I can still use the spa and pool facilities as though I'm actually the guest here. All of the above are reason enough to indulge in this brief experience of luxury that I doubt I'll ever experience again, but if I'm entirely honest with myself, I'm hiding from the reality of my situation.Dane could quite possibly be at my house with

I've spoken to Kenji every single day for the last three weeks, it's usually while he's chilling out before getting ready for a gig and while I'm heading to bed, which would make me feel like a little old lady if I wasn't completely stressed out with assignments. He even ordered pizza and ice cream to be delivered when I was convinced I'd messed up my Business Law assignment and couldn't get hold of my lecturer to discuss it. Obviously it didn't solve the problem, but it was nicer to sit there sobbing into junk food than it would have been without it.Conversely I am yet to hear from Dane since his sister interrupted us at the party. I've called and text him a bunch of times, but apart from a text telling me he's really busy with uni and work at the moment but will see me soon, I've not heard anything from him. He couldn't even visit last weekend because he had family unexpectedly visiting so his parents made him stay at home.Part of me is annoyed that he hasn't made an effort, espec