Snippet #2299789

To say the least, it was not an exciting drive. Especially when the only sound that was heard was the "whooshing" with the windows down in the car. Jake's mum, Tracey, had driven him all the way to Cavous Academy, the all girls school he mysteriously got accepted into. His Mum was more surprised by the excitement in Jake when he said he wanted to go, so she was right on top of her lectures to give him, the protective sex talk, the calls he'll get, how to treat women, how to treat his teachers and so forth. Jake was use to it, and in a way, it was comforting, knowing his Mum cared. His heart stopped a little to think for almost a year he won't have an over protective, over caring mother to always protect and care for him.

Jake was fine with that though, however he would miss her. She was the only person in his life besides his grandfather who seemed to be worth his time. Soon enough, Cavous Academy came into view and Jake sighed. "Jake.." His mother began for the thirty-second time. "Mum," Jake cut in, "I'm going, it's fine. It'll be fun!" Jake said, clearly excited. "I'll miss you," His mother replied, pulling into a drop off zone. Jake looked into his mothers eyes, seeing that he was looking into his own. "I'll miss you too, Mum," Jake smiled. Tears formed his mother's eyes, "Who will help me around the house? Who will help look after your grandfather?" His mum went on. Jake did feel slightly guilty. His mother was getting old, he wouldn't deny it. It did hurt a little to be leaving her for so long. "Mum, I'll be back before you know it."

Jake and his mother both stepped out of the car and popped the boot to grab his suitcase - only one. One was enough for his clothes and toothbrush, his acceptance note already in his pocket. Jake glanced over to all the girls already outside the Academy, and noted that they were just one loud, white noise. Jake then walked over to his mum and grabbed her into a tight embrace. "I'll call you as soon as they allow me," Jake said, feeling confident. He was smiling again, "I'm pretty sure I'll get sent home sooner or later when they realise the notes were messed up," Jake mentioned out of realisation. He shrugged out of the embrace, looking at his Mum who had become silent, her face teary. "I'll miss you," She said again. Jake nodded, feeling guilty once more and grabbed his suitcase. His mother stood at her car door, starting a tart small wave. "I love you, Mum, bye," Jake said as his final goodbyes, knowing too well that his mother will drive off and then slowly pull over to have a cry, then continue off - she'll be fine.

After Jake watched his mother get in her small car and drive off, he turned to the mass wave of girls of all sizes. Some were unappealing to the eye, and some looked to man-ish and some...some Jake wanted to just admire. Jake walked up to the loud things in front of him before eyes were on him; and then silence. "Oh..." Jake remembered that it was, of course an all girls boarding school. But it didn't bother him one bit. Eyes were on him as he headed into the school, not too keen on walking into the reception as he could just do that later. His dorm number was on his letter, and started to head in what he thought was the appropriate direction.

On his way to finding his dorm, he passed a girls dorm that had clearly been already inhabited, music blaring. The song was familiar, Jake was only just listening to it before the car ride to Cavous. He peered inside the room, cautious. "Hello...?" He knew this wasn't his dorm, but he wanted to see the face that was interested in the music he liked as well. He heard water running and soon assumed someone was in the shower. Jake smirked, and wandered over to the laptop that was blaring the music out through tiny headphones. He nodded in approval of the playlist he scoped out on the laptop, still clueless as to who it belonged to. He became curious and decided to camp out until the mysterious person came out of the shower. He brought his suitcase in the room beside the doorway and lent up again the doorway to the bathroom, preparing to scare the victim. Obviously there would be a hassle in him being a boy, and possibly being a perv, and walking into the room, however, no-one could resist his innocent face and personality.