Twenty minutes later I decided I never wanted to unpack anything again as long as I lived.

My posters were up and didn't break any of the rules, I'd changed the covers on my bed and I'd put my books on the shelf provided.

I'd also put all my things away which wasn't much since I'd thought more about decorating my room than anything else.
Besides all my clothing, well maybe not all of it, would be arriving tomorrow so I'd have to put them away then.

Now I had to talk to the frickin priest and get a tour, ugh, I don't wanna do it I just wanna have a nap.

With a long sigh I pulled my jacket off and tossed it onto the bed, it was warmer in England that I though it'd be.

It wasn't dance around in a bikini warm but it wasn't the raining arctic wasteland I'd been led to believe.

So I know had just all my winter clothes coming over here which was going to be completely useless.
Looks like I'm gonna have to save up and buy some reasonable stuff.

I stuffed the room key into my pocket before walking out the door and closing it behind me.
At least we got the privacy of having access to a key do people couldn't just walk in and out as they pleased.

Technically the staff did but I think other students are something I'd want to worry about more, I can be very protective of my privacy after growing up in my household.

I'm not an only child, my sister and brother that are twins are ten years older than me so they got to move out a long time ago.

I walked down the hallway with the directions the headmistress gave me running through my head.

Leave this building, take a left and follow the path until you reach the church.

My brother and sister were now happily living the lives they'd always wanted.
He was a travelling musician living wherever the road took him and my sister was a microbiologist living in New York.

My parents didn't exactly approve of what they were doing so they forced all their values on me.

Hoping I'd turn out the be the perfect, subservient housewife and all that other crap.
Not over my dead body, I can tell you that right now because I already know what I'm going to do.

Band manager and record producer.

I stopped outside the old, weathered church, immediately feeling cynical as to how much money this school really has.
They couldn't care about the church that much if it looks this crappy.

With a frustrated sigh I walked up the concrete steps and pushed the chipped wooden door open with a creak.

Well now I know where all their money goes.

Apparently the school had taken 'it's what's on the inside that counts' and applied it to their small church because as shabby as it looked on the outside, on this inside it was wow.

Freshly polished stained glass windows, a crapload of new candles lit up and all over the place.

Dark stained pews took up half of the space and were organised neatly in front of a podium that was obviously for sermons.

Far back I could see the edge of a confession booth hidden by heavy, faded crimson curtains.
There were a lot of crimson things in here actually, it was dark and I reluctantly liked it just a little.

My shoes tapped quietly on the hardwood floor as I walked around, seeing if there was anything of interest in here despite all the lit candles that would be a pyromaniacs dream.

Is all I'd have to do is knock over one candlestick and this place would go up like a tinderbox, bye bye going to church all the time. I can't do that though, if there's someone else in here I'd feel horrible for killing them.

Something of interest caught my eye and I casually wandered over to a stand with some statues on it. I recognized the people from all the lectures and religious groups my parents have sent me to.

Man these things have always creeped me out.

I picked up one of them, a female and studying it while wondering where the hell the priest guy is.

"Hello, young lady." Not expecting to hear a voice behind me I screamed and dropped the figurine.

"Jesus Christ!" I squealed the words that would get me a slap up the back of the head at home as it hit the stand before bouncing off and tumbling towards the ground.

An elegant, long fingered, lily white hand flashed out and snatched the china statuette from midair before it hit the ground then immediately put it back on the stand.

"That was a good guess but it's actually Virgin Mary." He said with a wry smile, turning to look at me and causing my mouth to fall open.

Holy crap he's beautiful.

"It's very nice to meet you. I'll take it that you're the new student here?" I nodded, still feeling unsure as to whether or not I'd closed my mouth.

I can understand what the headmistress said about the girls saying how nice he was, he wasn't just nice, he was fricken fine.

He lent towards me a little, extending a hand with his shoulder length raven black hair falling in his face.
He brushed it away before smiling and waiting for me to shake his hand like a normal polite person.

There was a glossy shine in his bright green eyes that went with the very white smile, framed by surprisingly pink lips.

I think my ovaries just died.

"What's your name?" He asked as I slowly stretched my hand out and grasped his, a tingling sensation ran up my arm.

"Um, I, um, hehe." I had officially become a babbler, all the smartarse comments I had ready earlier on where now gone and it was taking everything I had in me to not drool while looking at him.

"Elyria or Lainey, Lainey's just fine." I told him, finally managing to get some words out once he'd let go of my hand.

"It's good to meet you Lainey, I'm Father Gerard Way, you can call me Gerard if you like." I was having so many inappropriate thoughts about calling him Father Way right now.
First strike, on my tally of if I'll go to hell.

He adjusted his priest collar while I tried to think of something to say and after coming up wordless he merely filled the silence.

"So I believe I'm supposed to show you around, what better place to start than the church eh?" I barely mumbled a response while trying to recognize his accent.

He wasn't English like the rest of the people here, he was American from Boston maybe, no it was Jersey, definitely Jersey.

A priest from New Jersey working in a all girls English Christian boarding school, well that seems perfectly normal.

"Alright let get started." He clapped his hands together then sanded his palms, giving me a beautiful grin.
This man is gonna be the death of me.