It is the first day of the summer term at Blue Ridge Community College. A perfect time for new and returning students to get registered for classes, meet up with old friends or make new ones. If you are new to BRCC, please be sure to refer to a Campus Map to get oriented.
It is a beautiful early summer day, excitement and anxiety, along with other emotions are all about. As are hormones of the young and not so young students, staff, and faculty.
As she heard another voice on the other end she nearly stopped in her tracks. Was this some kind of joke? Catherine looked at her phone, trying to figure out if she had dialed the wrong number.
"Euhm... I'm Catherine Jenkins and... I saw that you were looking for a roommate, so...", she tried to think of a rhyme on the spot. "can I come and see the place at...8?". She turned around, making sure no one had seen or heard her make a fool of herself.
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The crowd of students was moving in all senses as everyone was trying to figure out where to go. Catherine was no different, the building was huge. She managed to find the classroom in time and sat down somewhere in the middle. She couldn't stop thinking about Drew and their date later that day. She opened her laptop but was unable to focus. 4 o clock could not come fast enough.
Those five minutes seemed like a lifetime. Every waking moment for Sabrina was pangs and aches, in her head and her stomach. The muffin she thought would soak up whatever liquor was in her still. She could barely get it down. Oof. And every party was going to be like this? The energy drink though was refreshing. She drank the whole thing down and immediately wanted another. She puffed up her cheeks. She blew out air. She dipped forward to rest her head on her arms. She leaned back, neck craned, staring at the ceiling, mouth ajar, just silently aching and gawking.
And then Calliope was here. Had it been five minutes? Bit too much last night? the neon haired girl jested as she sat down. ”Holy fuck,” Sabrina just huffed, sitting properly now, facing her helper, her business partner, part time lover. Calliope asked about the list and Sabrina dug into the side pouch of her other bag. The work bag. She drew out a cheap android phone, passing it across the table. For business purposes only. It had the list and all the messages and stuff, so Callie could stay up to date on who wanted what and let them know where she was.
No names, no contacts, delete everything when she was done. Tomorrow, start over again. It was good money too. Illicit. For girls their age, it was great pocket money for all sorts of things.
”Twelve so far. I’ve bagged everything already.” She informed Calliope, Sabrina taking off her sunglasses next, showing off her glossy green eyes to the younger woman. ”Do half now, do half after your registration. You should have been on that already. See, bad influence, hanging out with me.” Sabrina joked morbidly, though she didn’t feel an ounce of regret or remorse at bringing Calliope into this illegal business of selling drugs to needy students, whether for studying or recreation.
”You just meet them and make the sale. And hey, Callie,” Sabrina leaned closer, her teasing grin at it’s widest now, ”no exchanging product for sex. You take hard cash, or nothing.” She chided the other woman lightly, knowing how flirtatious the other woman could be. Probably how Sabrina got bagged into taking her on as a business partner. Junior business partner.”When you’re done your registration, call me, I’ll join you for whatever’s left. Right now…I’m just fuckin’ dying, Callie bear.” Sabrina groaned again. But…there would be another party tonight probably. And she was still young and vigorous. She wasn’t going to learn her lesson.
"Eight tonight. Indeed you might. Find the room within your sight," Calliope confirmed with a delighted giggle that this Catherine Jenkins person had played along with the silliness of her little game.
That certainly bode well.
"If you find the price right. Pay and stay the night. I promise I won't bite," she concluded in a sing song tone before ending the call half way up the stairs to the café. @Catarina
Not commenting further on the state of her "boss" and casual part time lover - like the night before which had seen them doing the bump and grindtango among tangled bed sheets at some dark hour of the night before Calliope had left the sleeping, or rather passed out, Sabrina to recuperate and headed home for a shower and an hour or two of sleep in her own bed - Calliope took the work phone and the work bag with a nod and a giggle at Sabrina's caution that hard cash was the only accepted method of payment.
"You're not getting old are you my sweet addiction?" Calliope teased with a giggle and leaned in for her second kiss that morning.
"See you after registrations then Candy Pooh."
She then skipped away, browsing the list on the phone.
"Ben and Edie," she muttered with a smile on her face.
"Shame I have to take hard cash."
She texted them with where they would find her, a small copse of trees and bushes near the path leading to parking lots 8 & 9. It gave good cover from prying eyes but was only one of the locations she used for distribution. Mobility was key for avoiding detection. She had learned this the hard way during her junior year in high school.
One by one she deleted the orders as they were picked up. New ones came in occasionally that would have to wait until after lunch and registrations.
A double cheese and bacon burger with french mustard and raw onions, fries and a blueberry shake later Calliope made her way to registrations and registered for a few art related classes as well as renting a small studio where she could work. She had always been quite good at drawing but it wasn't really until she discovered oil painting and the much less figurative options it made available that she really grew an interest in making her own art. It also had the advantage that there weren't all that many lectures or scheduled classes which left her with a lot of free time.
It was close to 2 pm when she called Brina to report that all the mornings orders had been distributed and that she had 10 new ones.
"Meet at the Humanities building?" she asked.
"I want to check out the studio I rented for my work this year." @BennyQ
Abi smiled as the cute, feminine boy introduced himself and returned the compliment she had given him. "Well, Kelly Jean, maybe you and I can be cute together sometime. Hang out, do a pamper session, maybe go out and find some people to flirt with." She said.
At Callie's comment about an LGBTQIA+ club, Abi nodded. "That's definitely worth looking into. See you around." She said, then turned her attention back to Kelly Jean as Callie flounced off.
"Lucky you, getting kissed by that hottie." She said with a grin. "That was a good idea she had, though, about getting a queer extracurricular group together for the people like us. I'm definitely gonna see about talking to people about getting it going again." She added, eyes sweeping over Kelly Jean's body. "So, Kelly — can I call you Kelly? — if you don't mind my asking, what's your preference in partners? Boys, girls, either? I mean, me personally, the answer is 'yes.'"
Takashi had worked at Blue Ridge Community College for almost 10 years now and as such there weren't many among the staff who had been there longer than he had. Not the principal or the vice principal and among the teachers it was only Ms McIntyre who taught biology who had been there longer but she was only a year away from retirement. This of course had its advantages. For one: He had the best office in the entire building. Not even the principal had a corner office with two windows and a private bathroom. Takashi had managed to get hold of it between the former and the current Principal.
Having no classes before lunch and only an Introduction to Modernism in the afternoon Takashi spent most of the morning in the gym going through a regiment of various martial arts techniques. He usually teach two classes, one for those who wants a work out and gain both strength, agility and focus, and one for the female students who wants to learn how to defend themselves.
Afterwards he went back to his offices, hoping to meet the new assistant professor. Being as long-standing as he was among the staff it often fell to him to introduce new members of the teaching staff.
@GeekyLina (assuming Lina returns to her office after having had the pendulum installed that is.)
Even though the discussion about the pendulum, train models and her bikini pics with Jake had been interesting, Lina decided to return to her office after making sure that Jake had all of the measurements he needed, even though it seemed like the measurements he really wanted to take would be along her body rather than the interior of Physics Lab.
When she was about to enter her office, she noticed there was a man walking around the corridor as if he was waiting for someone or at least hoping to meet someone that might pass through the area. Lina had seen some photos from most of the faculty members when she was doing some research about the college after she applied for the position as an Assistant Professor, so she roughly remembered seeing the man and quickly remembered he was one of the Professors there. After thinking for a bit she suddenly remembered his name from the page with the information on the different professors and so she decided to approach and present herself:
- Hi, you are professor Takashi, right? Well I hope I said that right. My name is Carolina Santos, I am the new Assistant Professor! Everyone calls me Lina though, so feel free to refer to me as you prefer!
Lina smiled trying to seem as friendly as possible, knowing that meeting the other professors would be part of the job and it was important to cause a good impression, if she wanted to avoid getting in trouble. She already got into enough trouble by projecting some of her bikini photos during class and the Principal had sent her an email, while she was in the Physics lab with Jake, warning her to refrain from such behaviours in the future, followed by another email from the Principal's personal email address to the email she had on her CV asking her if she wouldn't mind sending him those pics to be on record due to her violation of the rules.
Takashi had got some preliminary paperwork done while he waited and then, as he often did when he had some time left but not enough to hit the gym, he had taken a walk along the corridors of the building, hands casually in his loose fitting trousers, casually humming aloud to himself the main orchestral theme from Beethoven's fifth piano concerto.
The afternoon was late and he had almost given up hope of happening upon the latest addition to the faculty staff when he turned at the end of the corridor farthest from his office to make one final lap before closing up and head back to the gym for his Self-Defense class. As it had been every year it was quite a popular class in which he did not just teach the young women around BRCC ho to physically defend themself against a potential attacker but also discussed ways to avoid such situations altogether, talking about how these young women could stay (and feel) safe without having to restrict their lives.
He recognised the assistant professor by not recognising her. He knew all the other professors by sight and name, even those who had not been there very long.
"Technically Ms Santos it is Mr Ito. Takashi is my given name. It means Prosperous Noble."
He smiled and corrected himself.
"Or Prosperous and Noble depending on how you read it."
Realising that most people in America did not necessarily explain the meaning of their name, especially not variations depending on which syllables (Kanji) it is written with but added one other variation on the meaning of his name: Filial Piety.
"My pardon Ms Santos ... Lina, if I may, I understand that this is perhaps not customary in America but it is an old habit that dies hard, I mean that is hard to abandon."
He smiled at her again, a most charming and sympathetic smile and offered his regrets regarding the mishap during her first class.
"I would not worry too much about it. Tomorrow it will be yesterday's news. Or maybe not tomorrow but once the students have finished making their jokes about it and that will happen much sooner if you simply ignore that it ever happened. And should it not or any of the students give you a hard time about it, some of them can be pretty childish still, then you just come talk to me. I am the staff representative to the board."
He refrained from mentioning the pictures themselves even though he had of course seen them and found them quite appealing. He was also too much of a gentleman to attempt to let his eyes imagine those curves underneath her current outfit. @GeekyLina
The heels of her Louboutins clicked on the paved walkway as she stepped with confidence, with a purpose. She was an utter bitch if she didn't get her morning coffee, and today would not be any different. Passing by the barrage of faces, she couldn't help but sigh. "The same freaks and geeks as always," she mumbled. Noticing the trio on the blanket, she laughed softly. "And then there's that," she mumbled again. "Animals belong on blankets when they're outside. Who's a good....whatever." Her tone was menacing, as per usual, and the volume of her voice ensured no one would hear her dipped in venom words. Iris didn't back down from a fight, but she didn't go looking for them intentionally.
Her phone buzzed to life. "What," she spoke, her tone and volume changing intensely. "Oh really. That's such a shame," she mocked. "Tell the little girl I have seen her dog. It was under my tires as I backed out to head to this black hole of intelligence." She laughed softly once more. "I'm a monster. No. I'm not the one who gave a dog to a child who clearly wasn't ready for the responsibility of owning one. Her father is the monster. Even so, he's got an amazing cock, and he certainly knows how to use it. Perhaps if he used it more on his wife than me, his wife wouldn't be fucking the gardener. Tell the little brat I plan on burying the rest of the mut and planting some roses on top of it. At least he'll be good for something." As she erupted in laughter, the other end of the call went silent.
"Guess they didn't like the truth," she mumbled before putting her phone away and pushing through the doors. Walking past every single person in line, she went straight to the counter and ordered her phone. An angry woman spoke up. Turning to face her, nose to nose, she replied, "Do you think you actually matter in this world? You could drop dead right now, and not a single soul would mourn your loss. You wouldn't even warrant a tiny paragraph in the newspaper telling the world you had done us all the grand favor of leaving it. So shut up and wait your turn, or else I'll help you make the papers. Understand?"
Not waiting for a reply, she turned and took the coffee from the shocked street rat behind the counter. "You can pay for it. On second thought," she began, digging in her purse."Keep the change. You look like you need it." Scanning the rest of the cafeteria, she spotted someone who fit the description she had been given. A sly smirk on her face, she made her way over. "I'd ask if this seat is taken, but unlike most people around here, I actually have a brain. Are you **insert name here**?Sabrina Perez? You match the description I was given. If you are, you have something I want, and all you have to do is name your price.
Charlie heard the words, and a surge of lightning ran through her. "Crap. I forgot." Quickly telling her co-worker she had to split, Charlie untied the black apron with the logo of the college at the top, tossed it across the counter, grabbed her board, and was out the door in seconds. Though the paved walkway beneath the wheels helped to propel her forward quickly, it didn't seem fast enough. She pushed off, increasing her speed, flying past the now-growing group on the blanket and the spot where Barbie had been with her new football friend. In her mind, she repeated over and over, Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Scared she would miss her window to speak with the professor and rush in amid an ongoing class, she tried to gain even more speed. Weaving through the people, yelling out, "out of the way," when needed, she made her way towards the astronomy class.
Finally reaching the building, she popped the board into her clutches and pulled on the heavy glass door to enter. She found the room, and she was relieved that she found it quiet. No voices. No sounds of students inside. Just silence. Sighing, she wiped her fingers across her forehead. Seeing his name along with a number, she knocked on the door. Smiling, she called out, "Do you wanna build a snowman?" A wave of instant regret washed over her. Closing her eyes tightly, she shook her head slightly. Pushing the door open, she called out, "Just kidding. Uh. Mr. X, can I come in? We need to have a little chat if that's okay. It's about your class, your night class." She closed the door behind her and began to look around. It was a reflex. She had intended on giving him her full attention, but once inside the class, she couldn't help but take it all in. "You see, I'm all signed up and everything, and I really, really wanna take your class, but there's just this one little thing. It's a tiny thing, really," she said, gesturing with her fingers. "You see, I might be kinda, sorta late here and there. Just a little bit." Charlie took a moment, realizing she hadn't taken a breath yet. "I work. I kinda have to. I work at the cafeteria just up the way a bit. I guess I can leave a little early. Now that I'm here, it sounds kind of dumb for me to be asking you if it would be okay if I sneak in a few minutes late. It's just that I don't wanna lose that job, and I did just have to dip early just to get here during your office hours. I would've come earlier, but there's all this other stuff going on. Look, I'm not a party animal or one of those booze hounds you see hung over around here. I do the work, okay. I have to. I just need a little help with this one. Oh," she exclaimed, her eyes widening. "Also, if you could let me know about any extra credit projects for the term, that'd be great. I'd like to get a jump on 'em if I can. Since I don't have a whole lot of free time." She knew some of the professors had lists already printed up, and if fate was on her side, Mr. X would too. "Come on, Mr. X," she smiled, taking a seat. "Please. I'll do the work. It's just I gotta get good grades. I have to finish at the top of the class. No room for errors." She hoped the man before her would understanding of how much of a flake she knew she had to be presenting herself as. Honestly asking him to understand if she was late? Please. She knew it was a longshot, and it was actually incredibly stupid to do, but she had to try. The extra credit, though, now that she was hoping for the best with, and if this man was half as understanding as he was built, then she would certainly be getting that list from him.
As Catherine tried to pay attention to the introductory class, her mind kept wondering. Her short but intense meeting with Drew had reignited something in her, something she did not know she had lost when she broke up with her ex-boyfriend. It wasn't just that she was into Drew, it made her think about possibly dating again, which then made her think about her last relationship and how she was still hurting.
Most of the time was spent stalking on social media, seeing what her ex was up to and what her friends were up to. She had left them all behind when she just up and went away looking for that new beginning. But she was human and missed her friends more than she would have expected. If she needed someone, who would she call now? Who would spare a moment to head out and have a coffee with her? Perhaps Drew? Her possible roommate?
She noticed some boys staring at her, she smiled back, trying to seem approachable, rather than interested.
As the afternoon rolled around she could not wait to leave and meet with Drew.
Lina was clearly blushing red when she realised she had made the mistake of calling the professor by using his first name rather than the last, so she quickly tried to make amends:
- Sorry, Mr Ito I didn't meant to disrespect you like that!
Explaining the meaning of names wasn't something common in the US and it clearly wasn't common in Portugal either, but since she had made some mistakes already, Lina decided to be careful and avoid any more trouble by saying the wrong things again:
- The meaning of names is something we don't discuss that often where I am from, but it is always interesting to hear about what different names mean in their original language. Thank you for the short lesson!
She bowed her head slightly to indicate that it was an honour to actually learn something so deep about the origin of his name and its meaning.
- Although it might sound strange, my name means something along the lines of "free man" which is a bit odd since I am a woman, but names do evolve in strange ways around the world and in particular in Europe, so it is not that surprising I suppose.
Lina knew about the meaning and origin of her name because one of her teachers at school liked to offer something special to all students with the meaning behind their name, as a small token of appreciation from the teacher and a souvenir after they left school, so that was why she quickly told that to the professor, hoping that sharing the meaning of her name actually made him forget about the earlier mistake she had made.
- I am sure you have heard about what happened during my first class earlier today? The principal sent me a very awkward email about it to my personal email account, so I was hoping you could speak with him and try to reason with him, as I don't want to get into trouble on my first day, but the principal seems to want me to send him my pictures and that is certainly not acceptable and he shouldn't be sending requests to my personal email since that was only given to the institution to allow taking care of things like my contract and other things before I came to the US, so he shouldn't be using my record to contact me directly. I think you have been here for a long time, based on what I have seen on the website for the institution, so hopefully it is not too much to ask for you to speak with him.
Lina was certainly a bit worried about her career and the professor seemed to be a true gentleman so she hoped he would help her deal with the unpleasant principal.
Takashi nodded and agreed that the principal's email and request was highly unprofessional and he would speak to him on her behalf. The fact that the principal had sent the request to Ms Santos' private email and not her @brcc.com account also had him suspecting that the request had little to do with any school files but that it was for his own personal use. He told her this and rolled his eyes. The principal was a man close to retirement and Takashi knew that he did not have the best reputation when it came to temporary female staff, be it faculty, maintenance or kitchen staff.
"Ignore his request but keep copies of the email, and any other he might send from his private email to your private email," Takashi adviced the handsome woman before him and then, as if it was some second thought, her remembered why he was there.
"Please do not think me forward but would you perhaps accept an invitation to have a drink this evening. As a welcome to the school?"
Xavier Rollins took his usual slow roll along the one way drive that encircled the campus. Especially on these bright sunny days he enjoyed these last moments of riding before settling in for mandated office hours, some research time, and then his first class of the term. The slow rumble of the Milwaukee Eight engine, in his opinion the epitome of the legendary V-twin series, wasn't overwhelming across the busy campus, but was music to the ears of the right type of fan. His muscled arms hanging from the ape hanger handle bars of his custom chopper. He took a little time to sight see, especially the new crop of female students looking for potential recruits for his side hustle. Community college professor salaries didn't lend themselves to custom motorcycles and similar niceties.
From what he could see from the distance, it looked like it would be a promising year. The warm summer day drew them out of the dorms and classrooms and he could see several groups of very feminine creatures enjoying the sun.
He pulled into lot 5, parking where the bus stop would shelter his baby from the sun for the bulk of the afternoon this time of year. Who says Astronomy doesn't have earthly uses? Given his late classes, he rarely arrived on campus before noon. He wore a light tan BRCC golf shirt that hugged his muscled body snugly without looking stretched tight, dark blue khaki trousers gave him a business casual appearance that was about the minimum standard for faculty.
He walked towards his office, generally avoiding random encounters with students. He happened upon Professor Ito talking to a young woman who could only be the new Physics professor. "Takashi-San" Xavier paused and gave a respectful bow of not quite 45 degrees suitable for peer to peer interactions.
"And you must be Professor Santos?" He asked speculatively to the attractive brunette as he extended his hand. "Welcome but please pardon the interruption." He added as they had seemed to be having a semi-serious discussion and Xavier avoided school politics as much as possible. (Unless they stop him for more conversation he will continue to his office.)
Xavier was barely settled at his desk when there was a brief knock and an apropos of nothing question about a snowman through the door. The door soon opened without his response and a bleach blonde skate boarder girl entered. "Do I look like the snowman building type to you young lady?" He asked, his eyes lowering to assess her body but her clothing made it a wasted effort.
"I think you are already in." He said, enjoying her visible nervousness. As she paused, Xavier inhaled in preparation of replying but she started off again like a jack rabbit in heat.
He leaned back in his chair and let the tide of words that flowed out of her wash over him. He felt he more or less had the gist of her concern though he was not yet sure which of his classes she was in.
"Are you done?" He asked as she finally seemed to stop speaking for more time than it took her to take a breath and continue. "Are you sure?" He said with emphasis. "Good." He finally concluded and sat more upright.
"First off, it is Dr. Rollings, not Mr. I'm sure you meant to disrespect but now you are better informed." It was his turn to take a breath then continue. "Secondly, I did not offer you a seat." He would pause until she stood back up.
"Finally, I don't recall if there was a name or a specific class mentioned in your dissertation, perhaps we should start there? I teach Astronomy and Data Science, one is more flexible than the other." He waited for her information as he opened his laptop and logged into his class rosters.
"I don't particularly care for lateness in my students." He said disapprovingly. "Though I do have a certain respect for a girl wanting to pay her own way." He lightened up a little. "Why don't you sit down and see what we can figure out."
He waited for her to settle into one of the two institutional chairs in front of his office desk. "It seems to me, your problem is one of pay rate, you need to work too many hours to meet your needs. What if I could help you with that problem and you show up to my class in time?"
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