Blue Ridge Community College - Main Campus

[xavierrol]

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.

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[xavierrol]

Dr. Xavier Rollins​

Dr. Rollins' was rarely seen socializing with students, not that he didn't, but he was very discreet about it. He especially enjoyed watching them squirm and this one looked like she could twist herself into a veritable pretzel for him if he could get her to quiet down long enough to take some instruction. Even her apologies were a ramble of words that seemed to race ahead of her brain.

Making her stand back up had stunned her a little but only gave a temporary reprieve from her chatter, but that was a start. He adored the way she looked everywhere but at time, giving him time to admire her physical form.

She spoke in spurts that tested his patience, he had the gist of her dilemma but needed her to stop talking and start listening.

Eventually he stood and walked up to her, eclipsing her with his bulk. He reached out with one hand and covered her mouth with his hand. Their contrasts couldn't be sharper. "First thing, I need you to think more and talk less. Do we understand each other?" He knew this would be a hard lesson for her, this wasn't a habit he would break easily. But if he could break one habit, he could also introduce another. He waited for her to nod in agreement before releasing her. He also knew this sort of physical contact would give the HR professionals the vapors but he had a feeling this wouldn't go beyond these walls with this one, at least not once he laid things out for her.

"Let's do a little math." He said, motioning her over to his white board that was largely cluttered with formulae and calculations but had enough clear space for their little lesson. "So the average campus job pays X per hour and you have to work Y hours to make Z money." He did the simple math on his board. "Now, if you can do as you're told, I can get you a job that makes 1.5X per hour which would mean you could only work .67Y hours to still make Z cash. Would that let you fit your recommended classes into your day, without being late to a single session of my classes?"

He let her consider that proposition for a bit then wondered what she might say when he eventually told her she could make 50X per hour if not more. But one had to start slow even with the brightest students.

"Now the catch is, you will work my hours, which can be a little, odd."

@AndNich123

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"You're form is nearly perfected Takashi, another couple of decades and you may be ready for an actual fight." He said in with warm respect, he had no doubt Takashi would be a formidable opponent and that their sparring sessions had made him a better fighter. But he always felt sparring was like dressing up for date but never getting laid. It was an imperfect metaphor but he liked it.

He also liked Takashi Ito and had a lot of respect for him which he tended to ration out only to those he felt deserving. Damn he was quick and he struggled to keep up. Ito had a way of using his bulk and strength against him, it was enough to make him want to wring his skinny neck sometimes.

Xavier was also well aware of his friend's sexual preferences which he did not share, though if he ever was going to be interested in a dude, he could do worse than Ito. He found it curious that had Ito been a woman, this form of intimacy between them would have been difficult to manage. He wondered if his friend had such challenges. It was a thought he kept to himself. They kept up a bit of the display as some of his students arrived.

He kept his tone more formal once they had an audience, he would never dream of dishonoring Ito in front of his students. They were after all, his students. Xavier had no such patience for them but he enjoyed being the token aggressor, even taking a few hits for his trouble. Nothing like what he would feel in the cage, but they could smart. He more enjoyed the more than occasional opportunities to demonstrate the futility of some of their actions. Sure they might work on their classmates, but a hardened fighter wouldn't be so easily neutralized.

"Back for more Caliope?" He said with a smile. She was another chatty one, reminding him of his office visit earlier. He could think of some fun ways to quiet that one down, but he kept those thoughts to himself for now. She was a fiesty thing, and like Ito he wouldn't underestimate her, but he would love to get her pinned to the mat some time.

@MsBloom

 

[MsBloom]

Calliope 'Callie' Blakely​

"A new buyer huh?" Calliope said and raised an eyebrow.
New buyers were of course not an entirely rare event, but one that gave Sabrina cause to mention it as something of an event was. It must be something special indeed and if this new buyer was, as Sabrina said, worth ten then Calliope didn't mind a bit of mouth on them. Her mind strayed momentarily at the thought wondering if this new customer might be persuaded to put that mouth on both herself and Sabrina for a small discount but then she shook the thought away. Nothing but hard cash that could be divided up and shared between them on the 70/30 deal they had made almost a full year ago when Sabrina had first asked her if she wanted to help with the distribution.
"Worth ten you say," she asked and looked intrigued.
"And you're sure this isn't someone intending to edge in on our business, buying from us and distributing among her friends ..."
She paused and considered this a while coming to the conclusion that it might be someone she herself could perhaps use in the future when Sabrina left to enter the real world of work and responsibilities and presumably left the business to her. After all she too would then need a distributor because whatever else the drug business at BRCC was it had grown into something more than one person could handle and still study. At the same time she felt it was important not to let it grow too big, not to let it grow big enough to draw unwanted attention from the wrong people, be they law enforcement or the thugs who distributed off campus. She was almost sure that Sabrina had some kind of deal with her supplier giving her the BRCC campus as her own territory much the way she herself had had a deal with her supplier in high school.

It was with a giggle and a mischievous glimmer in her eyes that she nodded along with Sabrina's suggested titles and when she mentioned that numbers six and nine were her favourites the nodding became a little more intense and she licked her lips, flicked her tongue at her upper lip as if she could still taste Sabrina on her lips from last night.

"Not here," Calliope responded to where she was going to keep her stash of psychedelics.
"No more than what I might use for inspiration anyways," she added and then her face grew suddenly serious, a rare occasion indeed.
She sighed.
"What! Just because I look like cotton candy and fairy farts I can't be serious. Should I go all emo and shit like that kid of indeterminable gender who whizz about the campus on their board like they own the place, or maybe I should stop washing my hair and dye it black wear thick lines of black eyeliner and black lipsstick so that people take me seriously, as both artist and drug dealer?"
She knew of course that Sabrina only meant well when she nagged at her about taking things seriously, knew that Sabrina had spotted her talent, not only for distributing Adderall and Molly around campus but also as a very creative person. And as Sabrina knew because she had seen more of Calliope's work before BRCC not much of what she created was candy fluff and happy rainbows. There was a lot of darkness in there that might perhaps better have the other descriptions Calliope had suggested changing her style too.

It was of course more huff than puff and even if she had a serious look on her face that few people ever saw there was a tone in her voice and and attitude to her pose, hands firmly at her sides but still mostly relaxed, that said she wasn't exactly hopping mad just a bit annoyed that because of how she presented people just saw her as a nymphomaniac pixie fluttering about campus and not much else.

"Maybe it's time we talked about our deal again," she said as she handed Sabrina the work phone with the new orders and the bag with the money.
"This is your last year after all. You'll need someone to take over. Someone with experience that you can trust. Right?" @BennyQ

In the end the two young women looking like two very different worlds kissed and Calliope made her way first to the gym for Professor Ito's self-defense class which was perhaps mostly for the purpose of learning martial arts, she attended his other extra curricular class as well, but also for a chance to watch Professor Rollins muscles. It made her soaking wet every time she had the chance to touch them while sparring with him. @xavierrol

She then headed back to her apartment in House Vries a little before 8pm to meet up with the girl who had called about the room. @Catarina

 

[Catarina]

Catherine "Cat" Jenkins

Catarina nodded, a flush creeping up her cheeks. "Yes, I can swim," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She thought it to be a weird question, was he going to take her to a lake? She could always swim in her bra and panties, though she would have preferred having been told in advance. Oh well, live a little...

They walked towards his truck, its exterior caked with the evidence of recent off-road adventures and she allowed him to boost her up, feeling his muscular hands on her soft bottom, pushing her up with such ease.

Inside, the truck was a time capsule, with a bench seat that had seen better days and a gearshift that stood sentinel between. Catarina hesitated, considering her options. She could sit beside him, her thigh pressed against the hard metal of the gearshift, or she could scoot across the seat, allowing his hand to roam freely. She chose the latter, but should Drew rest his hand on her leg she would not protest.

It isn't like her to take a ride with a person she just met, and to a location she does not know. She should hear a million alarm bells in her head, but she feels safe around Drew.

@xavierrol

 

[xavierrol]

@Catarina continuing here:

Blue Ridge Community College - The Quarry

Some of the more adventurous locals might be familiar with the abandoned quarry just a couple of miles from the campus. Technically private land, the no trespassing signs always had a way of disappearing and the far away corporate owners had little actual interest in it. But in the warmer...

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[BennyQ]

Valery Arellano​

@mortalcoils

Day one of classes and Valery was already throwing his Third and Fourth Year students into the trenches.

Figuratively speaking. Whether a fifty minute or ninety minute block, orientation and going over the syllabus took less than a half hour usually. Valery then utilized the rest of the class time to jump start the prospective history undergrads right into the material. This was the real nitty gritty of Ancient Rome history, with unit titles that to any outward looking observer would appear droll and banal. Niche history, studied only by the most fringe of adherents.

Fortunately, Blue Ridge produced enough students and like minded pursuers to give Valery’s department a reason for existing. And he was allowed to encourage and cultivate this shared seed in the minds of his students. But…something always seemed lacking. This was about imparting knowledge from mentor to student. Valery though always wanted to meet a soul that felt more…equal to his own, in regards to passion, desire, ambition. It didn’t matter what for, he just needed to feel and match a flame as intense as his own.

It was near the end of the current block, the last of the day. The clock was nearing 4pm and there was a certain fatigue and drain in his students, who wanted to be back in their dorms or other haunts, just done with the first day of classes. Valery felt the same, he was just better at hiding it. He wore clean cut brown khakis, a belt, and a tucked in white shirt, a little puffy and loose on his tall, muscular form. Sleeves were rolled up though, wrought forearms on display, giving hint of the active and vigorous lifestyle he maintained outside the classroom. Glasses adorned his face, his eyes ever observant, and those observant eyes…spotted her outside the door.

As true as clockwork.

Despite the exhaustion of the day, a smile crept over his features, as he concluded his current lesson. ”…we can see from the historical record that the Roman Emperor was a reactive administrator, preferring to let problems arise and be known to him, rather than intervening in the provinces without some sort of clause or invocation. Next period, we will discuss the forms in which the various Emperors interacted with the near two thousand municipalities that made up the communities of Roman citizens during the Principate era, such as legations – embassies, epistulae – letters, and petitions, libelli. That concludes the lecture for today. Have yourselves a wonderful rest of your evening, ladies and gentleman.” Valery beckoned them farewell and stood by his desk, nodding and acknowledging as his students filed out, saying their goodbyes or hurrying on to other, more interesting bustles.

And then there was one entity left. For a moment Valery just watched her, a textbook tucked under his arm, noting how determined and focused she was on some project. Her arm was busy at work, pencil moving so vigorously on a sheet. Certainly not taking notes! She wasn’t even in his class. Or a student. She was a fellow Professor. He knew her a long time. And yet…didn’t know her at all. ”Miss Dennis,” he called after a full minute had elapsed since the last student departed. ”I’ve met students who are always eager to get out of class but none that tried so hard to get in one. Or stay longer.” He teased her lightly, though his tone and posture was still stern, like he hadn’t turned off the lecture switch yet.

”Are you passing notes? Please, come and share with the class.” He dared her, wondering what it was she was doing so intently back there.

 

[BennyQ]

Sabrina Perez​

@MsBloom

And you’re sure this isn’t someone intending to edge in on our business, buying from us and distributing among her friends…

”That’s not a bad thing. Wholesaling is the next logical step about retailing.” Sabrina said, not feeling threatened by that. As long as they kept on paying the girls for the hook-up, she didn’t care about these little networks cropping up. They paid Sabrina for the goods, Sabrina supplied them with the goods. They could have all the credit and fame, Sabrina didn’t care. She’d soon be out of this business when she graduated next April with her degree. But where did that leave Calliope…

The so-called cotton candy, fairy farts looking girl did not take kindly at first to Sabrina’s nagging to try and be legit. Sabrina quirked an eyebrow when Calliope voiced how she should go totally black in her aesthetic, as if that was the opposite of who she was now and what Sabrina was implying. Quite the over-exaggeration of Sabrina’s point. But the older woman stayed quiet, hands on her hips, musing on her next words. She had offended Calliope and the topic was delicate and sensitive. Sabrina didn’t want to push more buttons if she could help it. She knew the other woman had capability. She just wanted to see that potential utilized correctly.

Maybe it’s time we talked about our deal again.

This is your last year after all. You’ll need someone to take over. Someone with experience that you can trust. Right?

”Yeah.” Sabrina just said, acknowledging that fact, but not exactly…affirming it. It was indeed an unspoken topic that Calliope would be Sabrina’s successor. Sabrina hadn’t even introduced Calliope to her supplier yet. That was a true trade secret. ”Look, I didn’t mean anything by your appearance before. You can look like you. But perception by others is something you can’t ignore either. This is scary, serious shit we do. One fuck up is all it takes. And you already know what that’s like.” Sabrina said pointedly, coming closer to Calliope, to rub her hand along the other woman’s arm.

”I want to see you succeed. Yes, I worry about you and all. I might be a phone call away but that’s not the same as being here, being with you, watching your back and all. You are someone I trust. And all this will be yours. We’ll figure it out before I’m gone, yeah?” Sabrina said, consenting to rediscussing their arrangement. Maybe a few percentage bumps for Calliope in terms of shared profits and all.

”Call me tonight, we’ll smoke and talk.” Sabrina said and kissed her cotton candy looking partner farewell for now, parting ways.

Calliope went on her own business. Sabrina finished up the rest of the orders over the evening, dealing out of her SUV, before putting the work phone on silent and heading back to her dorm. Her room mate, another Fourth Year student, mostly stayed at her boyfriend’s dorm so Sabrina had the whole place to herself. She counted her cash, rolled a few joints, and mostly nursed the remnants of her hangover, wondering about all the troubles her and Calliope had paid, whether it was behind them or costs yet to be endured ahead of them. Time will tell.

 

[MsBloom]

Calliope 'Callie' Blakely​

@BennyQ
"I know you're just looking out for me Brina, sorry but it's just that ..."
Calliope paused and pulled her bottom lip against her upper teeth with a loud wet sound that to anyone not looking might have sounded like something a whole lot more intimate.
"Inside I really sort of am what I described and this ..."
She took a step back and gestured at herself.
"... is really my disguise, my Harlequin disguise, sort of. At least that's how it began but now I really do like it. I mean ... I think I realised that beneath all the tick black eyeliner, carefully smeared purple lipstick and all of that there was a pixie hiding and now she's out in the world up to new as well as old tricks."
Calliope paused again and sat down on the floor with her back against the wall.
"Y'know ... There's a reason I never tell the same story of who I am and where I came from twice, and none so far has been entirely true either. Only what I have told you comes even close and that's because I knew you would understand."
She didn't usually smoke regular tobacco but she always kept an unopened pack about her person ... just in case and now she dug it, and a bic lighter, out from inside her shorts where it was impossible to have guessed she kept it hidden. She lit a cigarette and almost looked like she was about to cry as she drew a deep satisfied breath from it, like that first breath of someone who almost drowned.

"Those kinds of girls I described that was me, before Juvie. This pixie version I invented there, or rather it was more like I transformed into this, y'know like a bright and colourful butterfly out of blackened chrysalis."
She took another deep satisfied drag on the cigarette and looked up at Sabrina realising she had once again told her business partner and casual lover more about herself than she had told anyone in the last three years.

She nodded at Sabrina's promise that they would talk and maybe flesh out some details and a new agreement of sorts between the two of them, one that would point to the future, to Calliope's future at BRCC.
"I'll call you sometime before the party at House Vries. I'll probably have a new roommate by then so ..."
She winked, put the cigarette out and left it on the windowsill.
"I might need to get an ashtray for this place," she said ass she stood up and as if by magic was back to her usual cheerful self. The cotton candy fairy farts pixie that just couldn't sit still or shut up.

@Catarina
Having showered and slipped herself into a tiny lilac top and a pair of glossy black shorts, ready for the party that would be held in the common rooms downstairs Calliope waited impatiently for her potential new roommate to arrive.
8:07, the clock on her phone showed and she pulled out a joint from her stash and lit it.

 

[AndNich123]

@xavierrol

As he approached, she fought every urge to back away. Somehow, it just didn't seem the smart thing to do. As his hand touched her mouth, she inhaled the scent of whatever it was he was wearing. The soap he used, maybe cologne, whatever it was, she liked it. Nodding that she understood him.

At first, she thought he had said meth, but in fact it was math. Quickly, the stunned feeling melted, and she stepped closer to the whiteboard. Her eyes followed, listening to the slight squeak of the dry erase marker and the tapping each time he wrote. Though the calculations made sense and were correct, she was still confused. Her brow furrowed, and she shook her head slightly, raising her hand. "Well, yeah, but dude, there's no shot. Ain't happening. Come on," she smiled. "Don't play me like that."

Her eyes looked back at the whiteboard, and her expression softened further. "You forgot to factor in what exactly your hours are. They're not a fixed exponent. You don't exactly scream fixed schedule, but you ain't hanging in the wind flapping for too long either. Ain't no 9 to 5. So what's the deal?"

@BennyQ

Iris couldn't help but scoff. Was she really throwing the manners card out there? "Well, you certainly got one thing right in that little mommy and me rant. Ma'am. You certainly getting up there in age, and I've heard older people become more bitchy in their old age." Iris wasn't one to waste to her time, and strangely enough, she didn't like to waste the time of others as well. "This must be some side hustle you have going on so that you can earn enough cash to keep whatever nasty little habits you have. A real dealer, a woman, would know how to handle this situation. Clearly you've watched one too many movies. I didn't come here for the manners police to try and run me over on their own person bitch-cycle. So you can keep your shit. Probably isn't the good stuff anyway, but a word of caution. You keep treating your customers like that, your potential customers, and surely one day, one of them will rat you and your little tartlet out. You're not as discreet as you think. If I can find you this easily, so can anybody else." Iris pushed off and headed for the door, not looking back.

 

[mortalcoils]

maisi dennis​

"Miss Dennis-"

Maisi startled, pencil jumping slightly. Shoot. Her brow furrowed down at her page for a half-second before she looked up quickly, realizing what was going on. All the students had left, leaving her rather obviously sitting there in the back.

And he was looking right at her.

She suddenly felt very much like a student again, caught doodling instead of taking notes.

"Oh! Ah, ha, sorry," Maisi replied, instinctively apologizing without really knowing what for. Wasn't like it put him out if someone lingered in the classroom. Which... meant he was talking to her when he didn't have to. Her pulse may or may not have jumped a bit.

The young art professor quickly stood, tucking the mechanical pencil she'd been using behind her ear out of habit. Her black flats made little noise on the carpeted floor as she started to briskly make her way down, fiddling with closing her sketchbook rather than looking at Valery as she descended. "You're a very good lecturer," she said as she walked, attempting to explain what she'd been doing there in a... less stalker-ish way. It was weird that she was always stopping by, wasn't it? Well, he probably hadn't noticed. "And I like to learn."

She'd reached the floor then, forced to look up; she gave the history professor a friendly smile, hoping she didn't look as pink as she felt like she was after being caught. She also worked very hard not to let her eyes glance to his rolled-up sleeves. She liked when he wore shirts like that... very flattering on him, and rather fun to draw, too.

"I... also like sketching from life," she added, hesitating briefly before looking down to open her sketchbook again. Fortunately for her, it was a new one she'd started just a week before and didn't have any sketches from the last semester of his classes. That would've been mortifying. There were other things in those sketchbooks, and in that one too -- but even seeing just one drawing of himself would be odd to him, wouldn't it?

Opening to the most recent pages, she turned the small, leather-bound book around so that he could see, too shy to come stand next to him. It was clearly something she'd been putting a lot of work into back there, the initial light, messy lines of the sketch drawn over with sharper, bolder pencil work, drawing out the general shape of the room from her perspective; she'd even had time to do some rough shading, making the small crowd of students seemingly fade into the background despite the fact that they were in the foreground of the sketch.

And, of course, at the center of the page -- Professor Valery Arellano. Small, considering the point of view she'd been using, but most definitely him. Sketched with a kind of familiarity she hoped didn't show, the creases of his shirt carefully captured as one arm gestured to the board behind him.

Maisi tried not to watch his face as she showed him, looking towards the door absently as if she might've heard someone reentering. It really didn't matter that she was a professor of art -- she still got a little nervous when showing someone her work. Especially someone whose opinion meant more to her than the average passerby.

Taking a breath, she dared to try injecting a little humor. Half to ease her own nerves... and half to potentially start a bit of friendly conversation. "...Not going to give me detention, are you, Mr. Arellano?" she joked, head tilting a fraction to the side as she gave him another smile.

( @BennyQ )​

 

[Catarina]

Catherine "Cat" Jenkins

Catherine rushed to make her 8 o' clock appointment, she was already late, her phone vibrating and reminding her that it was already 8:07. Her thoughts still with Drew and what had happened at the quarry between them. She was unsure how she felt about it but she had to put it aside for now as she had no idea yet where she would sleep tonight, so meeting Calliope was important.
She looked at her phone to make sure she was at the right building before entering and knocking at the door. She was slightly out of breath as she waited for someone to open the door. What if Calliope had already left? Just as her mind started making up those silly scenarios and driving her anxiety through the roof she heard someone at the door and it opened up.
She recognized the girl standing before her, it was Marshmallow girl from earlier that day. The smell of weed noticeable, Catherine was no prude, but she had not really experimented with drugs before.
She could not help but take in the sight of Calliope, a girl who clearly was in command of her own sexuality. Catherine was envious on some level.

"Hi... I'm Catherine... I'm here for the room... sorry for being late..."
@MsBloom

 

[xavierrol]

Dr. Xavier Rollins​

Dr. Rollins enjoyed the hint of fear in the girl's eyes as he approached her. He could be intimidating, especially to those who didn't know him well, and she didn't know him at all. But to her credit, she stood her ground, even when he covered her mouth to silence her. He noted the primal response of her nostrils flaring as she was forced to breath through her nose. He released her once she nodded her understanding, and hopefully she could listen instead of talk for a change.

He liked white boards, the ability to reinforce visually what he was explaining. It could be a little difficult trying to illustrate some of the exponentially different numbers and concepts used in astronomy, but for basic budgeting it was quite easy.

He was pleased she was able to remain silent while he made his suggestion to her. "Don't call me dude." He said curtly as he listened. "How am I playing you?" He questioned her, a little disappointed in her lack of understanding and enthusiasm but at least she had a smile on her face. A pretty smile at that.

"It can happen if YOU want it to, but I can't want it for ya kid." He said, crossing his arms so that his biceps strained at the college shirt more than usual. He laughed at her mention of his schedule not being 9 to 5. "You're right there, I'm never on campus before noon and I'm usually done by 2am. I'll work around your scheduled classes and can pull some strings if you want to reschedule one or two." But ultimately it's up to you. You won't be on the clock more than 6 hours a day." He finished, not mentioning that her most lucrative tasks wouldn't be on the clock at all.

@AndNich123

 

[AndNich123]

@xavierrol

Dude. She had to admit it sounded so funny coming from him, for some strange reason. It took some control not to smile.

He crossed his arms, making the parental/teacher comment of, 'I can't want it for you,'. A comment uttered by many in the past. Charlie never thought she had any sort of problem with drive. To get anywhere in life, to be able to help her family in any way, she knew it would take hard work and a good education. Two things she had been willing to do from an early age in life. So why should now be any different?

"Okay," she said slowly shaking her head. "Okay. I want this opportunity, and I thank you for it. 6 hours a day for more cash and more free time sounds too good to be true. I was taught if it sounds too good to be true, it probably is, but," she began, cutting her gaze up to massively muscular man before her, "I'll take a chance."

Folding her arms, mimicking his movements, she fully met his gaze. "So, where do I sign on the dotted line, and one tiny detail, what exactly will I be doing, Doctor Rollings?"

 

[MsBloom]

Calliope 'Callie' Blakely​

Calliope opened the door when the bell rang and looked over the woman introducing herself as the new room mate. Not bad looking at all she concluded and invited her in.
"Rent and utilities split down the middle," she said as she led Catherine through the combined kitchen/living room, which was about 15 steps from the front door to the vacant room.
Any one with a sense of order and cleanliness might have been offended by the many-coloured items of clothing (tiny tops, shorts, thongs and socks) strewn across the living room and the tower of take away cartons next to the sofa. Calliope was not one to really bother about such things.

She went through how things were shared, which things were shared and which were not.
"And there's a party downstairs tonight. Have a quick shower and put on you hots, if you have any, and come find me there."
Calliope put a key on the coffee table in the living room, the only table in the apartment, and then skipped out the door and down the stairs.

 

[Catarina]

Catherine "Cat" Jenkins

Calliope appeared to be full of life, Catherine knew right away that she liked her. She looked around the apartment and saw clothes spread all over the place, it did not bother her. Having grown up with brothers she was used too clean up and, truth be told, enjoyed it. She laid eyes on some cute tops and sexy dresses which made her wonder if they would fit her. She knew that this would indeed come handy if both girls could share clothes, after all, she did not necessarily have the cash to spare for a new wardrobe, at least not right off the bat.

She listened to her new roommate and nodded. "Sure... right down the middle, sounds fair to me..", she said, putting her things down on the bed, clearly tired.

The mere mention of a shower made her eyes light up. She needed this after what went down at the quarry with Drew. "A shower sounds heavenly, yesss.."
She felt lighter, now that she knew where she would spend the night.

Though the mention of a party was something she would have welcomed on any other given day, tonight she needed some quiet. "I'll see if I drop by later... but I'm really sore and tired, I need some me-time, if I'm being honest".

Calliope wasted no time and was out the door as soon as she had put down the key on the small coffee table. Catherine stood in the middle of the main room, looking around, trying to familiarize herself with her new surroundings. She noticed some thongs. "She must be quite a wild child", she thought to herself before heading to the shower armed with 2 towels, shaving foam, a razor, shampoo, conditioner, shower gel....

She could hear the music as the bass rumbled through the walls. Catherine enjoyed the warm spray on her skin, letting it wash away the filth and cum. She took her time, shaving her legs and lady bits. Once out she finally felt human again.

She went to her room and laid down on the bed. "Sex on a first date... what has gotten into me? I've never been like this but... I liked it..."

@MsBloom
@xavierrol

 

[BennyQ]

Sabrina Perez​

@MsBloom

Normally Sabrina had little patience for other people’s problems. That’s what the drugs she sold were for. For people to use as an outlet. But with Calliope…Sabrina listened. And she listened attentively, with her mouth shut and eyes intent on the other woman. They all had sordid pasts. To get into a business like this, they had to be fucked up in some way. Sabrina was no different. Calliope had her own brand of it. And Sabrina wasn’t going to sideline her only partner, friend, and part time lover. She made a sincere effort to listen and be the shoulder to rest on.

They all had masks that they used towards the world. And even for those kept close, there were other masks. Perhaps closer to the truth, but never fully the whole truth. People aren’t two dimensional. To Sabrina, they were like gemstones. Lots of facets and aspects. Lots of…secret depths. Calliope revealed a little more of herself in that moment, though at the producing of a cigarette, Sabrina frowned and shook her head. What a hypocrite she was, destroying her own body with drugs and liquor at times, so why should nicotine be any different?

The pixie haired girl was maturing though. She had a level of awareness that some people never obtained even through their entire lives. Maybe…Maybe Calliope was ready to take on more responsibility. And more compensation that came with that. Tonight before the House Vries party, they would talk. Mix business and pleasure. Take control of their near-future in newer and better ways. With a firm hand.

It was around 8:50pm when she shot Calliope a text. Heyyy cutie wya? Come by my room we’ll prep for the party and have a pre party Sabrina’s fingers danced on her phone keyboard, soon shooting a follow-up text. how’s the new roomie? Is she cool? She inquired, hoping this roommate won’t be a problem for Calliope…and their business.

 

[BennyQ]

Valery Arellano​

@mortalcoils

He wasn’t serious. The threats of reading aloud secret notes and all that. Maisi and he were colleagues. It wasn’t the first time she spied on his classes and if it had indeed been a problem, it would have been handled a long time ago. No, he welcomed it, and secretly craved it. A teacher, a fellow professor, an imparter of knowledge and learning, even if it wasn’t his kind of learning, still made her a kindred spirit of a sense. Someone on his level. A faint half-smile was formed on his lip as she stuttered nervously, apologizing, making her way from the back of the empty classroom to stand before him.

You’re a very good lecturer. And I like to learn. ”Thank you, Miss Dennis.” Valery said, the smile on his lips growing a little wider. His eyes never left her. They never blinked or wavered either. Just boring into her, piercing, hard. Intense. Oh, he saw the blush in her cheeks alright. But he assumed it was from the guilt or shame of being caught. Or last in the room. Not anything else. She was a colleague. She couldn’t possibly think of him like that, right?

Their difference in size was immediately palpable. He was a full head taller than she was. The expanse of his chest and broad shoulders engulfed her slender form. The narrowest part of his muscular wrist was thicker than her entire arm. His hand…it could so easily wrap around that slender appendage she called a neck. But…no! Valery needed to calm down. She might not even be into that sort of stuff. That’s why a man like him was single for so long. They were kindred spirits? In this one aspect. In that other kind of lifestyle…there were few to match Valery’s flame of passion. There might never be.

Certainly not from a…blank slate, right? But he didn’t know that about Maisi. A pretty woman like her, no way she could be single. Or utterly clean of any sort of touch or experience from a former lover. Such a thing just did not enter his thoughts.

I… also like sketching from life. While her eyes were downcast to her sketchbook, his eyes never left her face. ”Life isn’t black and white. It’s not just shades of gray, either. It’s an endless array of colours.” He quoted Catherine Cowles, the author of Hidden Waters, acknowledging Maisi’s statement and understanding where she was coming from. So was he full of colours to her? Most people uninterested in history called his interests very dull and banal.

But she showed him one of her recent sketches. A work in progress it looked like. It was the classroom. Parts of it outlined or shaded in. And then there was him. Center stage. Profound. The detail on his sketched figure was…impressive. Thorough. He looked at it, his eyebrows slowly piquing, eyes darting to her as if he had to reaffirm it really did come from Maisi, before examining it again. ”Remarkable resemblance. Definitely an A in my books.” He praised quietly, his smile now complete. ”With such extra credit I think we can…give you a pass, from detention today, Miss Dennis.” He returned the joke in a playful tone, eyes back on her face now. She had such clear blue eyes.

He decided to…just go for it.

”You know, we’ve been dancing around this encounter a while, huh. Don’t think I haven’t seen you all last year peepin’ and sketching me.” He said in a teasing tone, perhaps hinting, correctly, she had more sketches of him. He would love to see them one day. ”If you’re so keen on being trapped with me, in detention, maybe it can be more amenable…in a nicer setting?” Valery mused to her, head tilting to the side a little, reaching up to remove his glasses and fold them.

”How about a cup of coffee? Or tea or espresso or whatever you prefer?” Beer or wine even. And instead of just advertising the tickets to their eventual dance, they could walk the walk and see how far this rabbit hole might go, their perpetual game of cat-and-mouse and all…

 

[xavierrol]

Dr. Xavier Rollins​

He was more amused by Charlie than he let on but he didn't want to encourage her too much or let her feel free to get too familiar too soon. He was surprised she didn't actually roll her eyes when he lectured her. But it was clear she was a hard worker, but could she learn to be a smart worker? Was she too proud to do the sort of work he ultimately wanted her for? Those were questions that didn't have quick answers, just like in astronomy. But unlike astronomy, he couldn't simply wait for the answers to come into view, he had to guide her.

"I'm glad you are able to see the logic in it." He said then turned to face her more fully. She was cute but her clothes didn't reveal much of anything about her body. He figured she was fit, most skateboarders were and decent agility. She was petite, especially compared to him and contrasts of size and color always sold well.

"Too good to be true eh? Waiting for the other shoe to drop are you?" He raised one eyebrow as he stared her up and down. He was tempted to tell her to remove her sweatshirt, so he could get a better look at her, but it was too soon. "I expect you to dress nice. Do you have any clothes that don't look like you are a juvenile delinquent?" He asked, with his usual deep growl.

"There is no dotted line these days. I'll send a message to Mrs. Brooks at the work study office, same place you got your cafeteria job." He sat down at his desk once again and began typing an email. "You should be able to stop by when you leave here, or tomorrow morning at the latest. I want you to start acclimating to my time."

"What 'exactly' you will be doing depends upon how eager you are, and how smart you are." He said as if it should have been the most obvious answer in the world. "Be here tomorrow at one and you'll find out. Oh and before you see Mrs. Brooks, figure out how to spell my name, it's on the door on your way out.

@AndNich123

 

[MsBloom]

Calliope 'Callie' Blakely​

Downstairs the party was just starting but before joining it properly she snuck into the communal unisex toilet and retrieved a small bag with colourful pills, took one herself and put the rest into her left front pocket. She waited a little while for the pill to take effect and then joined in the party, dancing on her own but with absolute abandon, twirling round, bouncing, skipping and shaking her tight tiny ass and her not quite as tiny tits all over the place but as lost as she seemed to be in her dancing she kept an eye open for potential customers who might approach her for a pill or two. She also kept an eye out for those two cute non-cis persons she had met that morning at breakfast in the hope that they would be there. It was still early though and these parties rarely took off before 10 anyways. @DarkDreamer9110 @Foxy DeVille

Party already started, she texted Sabrina back when she received the invitation to join her business partner and casual lover for a pre-party at her place.
But it's just me dancing and a few others drinking and watching. Be there in five.
She then danced her way away from the party and out the door. House Williams where Sabrina lived in a really nice room on the third floor that had a nice view of the parking lot and the woods just beyond campus where Calliope suspected she kept her main stash hidden, one way or another.

"Hey hot stuff," she said when Sabrina opened the door to her almost exactly five minutes after she had left the party. She lifted herself onto her toes and kissed her, wrapped her arms around her neck and then let her legs follow, wrapping them around her waist. Their breasts now pressing into each other and a warmth spreading through Calliope's crotch as it pressed into Sabrina's firm belly. @BennyQ

 

[BennyQ]

Sabrina Perez​

@MsBloom

Party already started

But it’s just me dancing and a few others drinking and watching. Be there in five.

Awesome sauce she texted back. Sabrina had figured the party started, herself preferring to be “fashionably late”. Her other phone was blowing up to, inquires of if she was going and if they could cop some goods. Another reason to be late to the party; she could fulfill as many of the orders as possible. They weren’t going to be taking any more than they needed to. Once they were all sold, she would be clean and out, in case of any…contingencies with law enforcement that might crash the party. It’s been known to happen in Sabrina’s three years of attendance at Blue Ridge and she wasn’t about to risk it on her fourth and final.

It was all laid out ready on her bed. Bags of marijuana, in denominations of two grams, three and a half, and one order for seven. Several bags of pills. Ecstasy was blue. MDMA was white. And…several bags of cocaine, all 8-ball measured. She was just cleaning her scale when there was a knock at the door, Sabrina hurriedly putting the scale under her bed and throwing the blanket over the prepared goodies, just in case it wasn’t Calliope. It usually was, but again…just in case.

She opened the door and barely got a greeting out before Calliope pounced. ”Hey-“ Sabrina cooed, before Calliope’s lips found hers. Sabrina giggled, as the other woman leapt against her, latching on, Sabrina’s hands coming under those slender thighs to help hoist her up. Oh, the party must have really started then! With casual indifference, Sabrina kicked the door shut with a foot and walked Calliope into her dorm room, being taller and active, able to easily carry the pixie hued haired girl.

Sabrina deposited Calliope upon the bed and after a few more bouts of lip dancing and tongue swirling, she detached herself from Calliope and lifted up, peering down at the other woman. Slowly, Sabrina licked her lips. ”Someone’s excited. Having a good time at the party? How much did you drink?” She asked teasingly, wiggling her eyebrows. But she pulled back more, standing by the bedside now, admiring the little lady in her bed. There was business first, then all the pleasure could follow.

”You ready to really party and make some fuckin’ money while we’re at it?”

 

[mortalcoils]

maisi dennis​

Her head quirked to the side slightly at his quote; she'd heard it before, as she had many quotes about color or art in general -- but she couldn't recall what it was from, if she'd ever known. Still, a smile curled her lips as he said it. She did love an aptly-used quote.

Didn't keep her from feeling nervous as he studied her work. She dared a glance back at him. His eyebrows had gone up slightly, in what she hoped was... approval? Maybe he was impressed? She told herself she'd better stop trying to decide what that expression was and glanced away again, ready to fall back on one of her old excuses: I'm a little rusty, I haven't tried this style much, it's a new perspective.

Those were all lies, though, and Maisi wasn't fond of lying. But when Valery spoke spoke finally, it was a positive response; her blue eyes immediately turned to him, expression a mix of surprise, relief, and -- something rather innocently happy. It was a genuine compliment, she could tell, and she was always pleased to hear someone liked her work.

"Ah, well. Thank goodness," she replied with a light laugh, smiling as she turned the sketchbook back to herself and shut it, carefully tucking it into the leather, satchel-style bag that carried her art things. And the syllabus, of course, she'd remembered to bring her teaching things that day.

There was a pause. Maisi inhaled subtly, lingering on threading the clasp of the bag back in place as she debated saying something else. But Valery beat her to it, and she looked up with another look that was part surprise -- and, this time, part embarrassment.

"Oh," she started, ready to defend herself... but the words died in her throat. Again, anything she said would be a lie. But wow, it was a whole new kind of humiliation to realize he'd been on to her all last year. He didn't sound particularly... annoyed, though? That kept her from properly speaking up, instead hesitating to see what else he would say.

"If you're so keen on being trapped with me, in detention, maybe it can be more amenable…in a nicer setting?"

Maisi stared at him for a second. Partially because she was momentarily mesmerized by the movement of his hand as he reached up, removing his glasses. What pretty eyes he had. She could lose herself in that gaze. And she would, if she didn't watch herself. Wait, was that -- had he just asked--?

Coffee. Tea, espresso, whatever she preferred. He was asking her out. Wasn't he? God, she hated how absolutely juvenile she suddenly felt.

"Yes," she said, maybe a bit over-seriously considering the playful tone they'd had thus far. Realizing that she went a bit pink again, clearing her throat and saying again, lighter, "Yes! Yes, I'd like that."

Oh no, now she sounded too eager. Wait, why did she care? She shouldn't care. Maisi folded her hands together in front of herself, giving Valery a smile. "Tea." She nodded shortly. "I like tea."

A hesitation, then she asked, "I'll be free this time tomorrow. Or--" She blinked, smile turning a little sheepish. "I mean, I'm free right now. If that's what you meant? Didn't want to assume."

She really hoped he meant right then.

( @BennyQ )​

 

[AndNich123]

Leaving the cafeteria, she didn't look back. There wasn't even a slight yearning to do so, in fact. All she wanted to do was get in her car and leave this place behind and return to what she desired. That was another life, one of homes unlike anything most people ever get the privilege of being inside of, much less living in. Beautiful gowns, dinner parties with food to die for, a bank account that would have most willing to do unspeakable acts for, vacations in exotic locations for days on end without a single care in the world, and all of it would disappear if she walked away from this place. It was actually poetic. She had chosen this petri dish of those she was certain were beneath her. The only stipulation in the wills of her parents was that she had to finish college in order to receive what she felt was rightfully hers, anyway. How dare they? Selfish even in death. Still, she thought she was teaching them a lesson, when it appeared the lesson had backfired.

Climbing into her red Ferrari, she placed her sunglasses on, and revved the engine. Her fingers commanded the music loudly. With vengeance and purpose, she backed out of her parking space, mumbling about her encounter inside the cafeteria. "Maybe I should turn them both in. They might make cute cell mates to be passed around to all the real prison bitches," she smirked. "Not. A. Bad. Thought," she spoke slowly, softly as she peeled through the crowded parking lot, daring anyone to not move out of her way....until....

He stood there, as if he was daring her, as if he somehow thought she wouldn't hit him. Her lips tightened into a tight, thin line as she pushed the pedal down, heading straight for him....until....She slammed on the brakes just inches from him. Getting out of her car, she slammed the door before removing her sunglasses. "You jerk! I don't mind hitting you, but you're not worth damaging my car! Who do you think you are? Don't answer that," she said, raising a hand to halt him from answering. "Listen, rent-a-cop, why don't you rent-a-brain and learn how to fucking move in a parking lot where there are a lot of cars that go vroom vroom," she told him, her tone condescending, dripping with sarcasm. "Now run along. I'm sure you can find some donuts or something you're actually capable of doing before you get hurt. Next time," she said, placing her sunglasses back on, "I won't stop." Opening her door, she climbed back in, revving her engine, waiting for him to move.

@Jack Stalker

 

[Jack Stalker]

It had been an easy day so far.

Nathan had fixed the pipes in one of the students dorm rooms, which stank of Marijuana that he confiscated and would later resell, then broken up a fight behind the bicycle sheds. Then he'd caught a couple of students fucking on the roof, which had left him horny, but had given him a good few pictures and some footage of their antics. It was enough to blackmail them, should the need arise, but he was pretty sure they would comply with the minor tasks he'd set them... plus the girl was hot, and clearly into sex, and he knew how to handle those types.

Now if only he could reduce the number of students selling drugs on campus, so that more of them would buy from his stash and supplies.

He had little respect for most students, with the reasons being things he tried to put aside and forget. He never would, so for the time being doing what he was doing would have to do. Right now he checked his phone, for any further assignments from the faculty. While doing so he wandered into the parking lot, heading for the golf cart he used to get around campus, only to suddenly hear the screech of tires and smell burned rubber, as he turned to see that behind him some student had pulled up inches away from.

Scratch that, it was some hot red headed jailbait that had slipped out of the car and was walking up to him. Nice.

The indignant babbling coming from her mouth was nothing new. He'd been a police officer, back in Grizzly Lake, so he was used to the usual insults and verbal abuse, which just rolled off him like water off of a ducks back. Instead he was eyeing her up. Nubile. Hot. Fiery red hair, which was a weakness of his for sure. While she berated him he eye fucked her outfit and finally brought his eyes up to her face. Yeah...

...she'd do for sure.

He waited until she got back in her car, then lifted a foot to place it on the horse symbol on the hood, taking out his I-Pad he started to type up a report, while thumbing over his shoulder at the sign close by. It read 'Speed Limit 5mph, Drive carefully'. He grinned as he looked up at her, sure he couldn't give her at ticket or get her arrested, not on school grounds, but that left any punishment to the discretion of the school. Fuck around and find out... he loved that phrase for a number of reasons.

"You were over the speed limit." he told her in a calm and casual tone, looking up at her through the windshield. "You know what that means? It means that you can be stuck in detention, suspended, have your permission to park here revoked... or even get yourself expelled, depending on the severity of the infraction." he continued to grin. "If you can't drive properly, then you shouldn't be driving at all... this is a powerful car and you clearly lack the ability to control it. Maybe you need some lessons? Anyway, turn off the engine, I want to have a word with you about how we can handle this infraction." he lowered his foot and moved to the side.

"Thinking about giving me the finger and driving away means no more 'vroom, vroom' for the rest of the semester. Your call." he told her, as he stood at the door. He leaned down to look her in the eyes, "I think we can handle this situation just fine though. You follow me to the security office and we'll get this all sorted out... and I may not even have to report it."

@AndNich123

 

[Jack Stalker]

The cafeteria

Max was in the cafeteria, having taken over one of the smaller tables.

She'd laid out a square of canvas and had plastered it with ketchup, salad cream and brown sauce. She had then begun to tilt the table, this way and that, until the various splodges of sauce had spread about, semi random, semi guided, to form a chaotic blend of coloured patterns. "...see, you can do fluid art with just about any fluids." she nodded to a student who had asked about such things. "And yes... that includes bodily fluids, but we don't want to go down that route, that's for when I leave here and want to get some hate clicks and attention when advertising a gallery showing." she chuckled.

The student shrugged and moved on, leaving Max to wonder how long it was going to take for the sauce to dry, or spread thin enough that she could risk moving the canvas without dripping the stuff all over the floor.

Teaching here had been rough, not simply because she tended not to see eye to eye with the dean on a few things, but because she was a teacher and, well, the students were very distracting. Most of them looked like they had been ripped from the pages of a modelling magazine, all handsome and beautiful. They also looked like they had rolled up just when their hormones were kicking into high gear and they were looking to get fucked. By her. Hard and long.

Except she was a teacher! She was supposed to be all responsible and shit... when all she was thinking about, day after day, was if it would be worth it to make a move on one, take advantage, have some fun... do some 'extra curricular' teaching, that involved tongues, fingers and art implements that were never really meant for bodily insertion... but that worked just fine in that role.

Maybe she should just stick to the teachers and leave the harassment charges to someone else?

CHARACTER DELETED

 

[BennyQ]

Valery Arellano​

@mortalcoils

Maybe he had overreached with his offer. Valery wasn’t even quite sure if he was asking Maisi for a regular chill session…or a date. He just wanted to spend more time with her. Get to know her. Know the mind that had this insatiable desire to spy on him and draw him. Why was she taking so long to answer? The handsome man, tall, formidable, commanding was unsure and full of anxiety in a rare moment in his life. What was she going to say? Did he just ruin the game they had…

Yes. Yes! Yes, I’d like that.

Three yes’s! With a pink blush in her pretty cheeks. All the doubts were washed away in an instant. And he smiled down at her. Tea sounds good to her. Perhaps tomorrow then? Or right now. ”Right. Now. No time better than the present.” He repeated after her, emphasising the words, and smiling broadly with delight. And being with her would be a present. He still had her sketchbook in hand, which he now closed and handed back to her. ”I’d like to see the rest, if you’re willing.” He said, asking for consent to peek, instead of just taking advantage to flip the pages while he held the sketchbook. That would be a violation of trust. He would rather she walked him through it.

”Just give me a moment to close up here,” Valery said, inviting her to hang out a moment if she liked. He then proceeded to go up and down the rows of his classroom, straightening out desks, tucking in chairs, cleaning up a few scraps of garbage from the floor. He liked a clean and organized room. And less hassle tomorrow morning to get everything straightened for the first block class. He went to his desk, leaning over his chair and keyboard, quickly checking his email, before turning off his computer. He grabbed his keys, his phone, and could finally head out after a few minutes. ”Let’s go.” He beckoned to Miss Dennis – Maisi.

First…date, on campus. Second date could be elsewhere, if she got more comfortable with him. Because…he did have a dark side. Dark interests. And she looked so pure.

There was a single cafeteria on campus. A short walk from the Humanities building 5 to Student Resources building 3. ”How are your classes going?” Valery asked as he walked alongside Maisi. ”Or should I take a page from your book, start making my own snoops and checking it out?” He teased her lightly. ”I’d love to read your course syllabuses. What sort of art do you teach?” He said, knowing there were many genres besides just sketching and painting. There was a lot of classical art in his textbooks, Greek and Roman scenes and all. He should try and comprehend all that better. Maisi could potentially be a whole wealth of information!

They reached the building but before going to grab any tea, Valery led Maisi to a nice table next to the large windows, overlooking the central grounds of the campus. ”What sort of tea would you like?” He asked, intending to buy for her. Because that’s what a gentleman did on a date, right? And no, he had no expectations back from her besides her good company and conversation. And maybe a list of dates which she spied and snooped on him, with sketches to match…

 

[AndNich123]

She nodded as he gave her instructions, as if he were reading them from a cue card. He piqued her curiosity when he mentioned it would depend on how eager she was. Eager? She couldn't fathom how that would factor into things at first. Then it became clear that the same could be said for any job really. It all depended on your work ethic, and that was something she had.

"Gotcha," she replied, raising her eyebrows before heading for the door. "Oh," she said just before stepping outside. "Thank you. For this opportunity, for hearing me out, for helping. Not all the professors here are so willing to help, you know. So thank you." She didn't wait for him to respond. There wasn't really any need for it.

Heading directly to the work study office, she passed a scene unfolding in the parking lot with a red car and a security guard. Shaking her head, she couldn't believe how some people were so privileged and still so miserable. Even if they could, her parents would have never given her a car like that. She had been raised with the value of earning what you have. Hopefully this new chance, this new job, would help her be able to help her family, own some nice things of her own, and still be able to finish school in the top of her class. No pressure, though.

At the work-study office, Mrs. Brooks was more than happy to help her. She eyes Charlie up and down with a mischievous grin on her face. It was unnerving if Charlie was to be honest with anyone about it. She asked for her signature on the paperwork changing her job assignment before informing her that her class schedule wouldn't really change, and if there was a need for it to change, she could come back in. "Great, is there anything else?" she asked. Mrs. Brooks informed her that she would need to send in her cell number to Dr. Rollins. "Oh," she exclaimed. "Alright. That's fine." She handed over her number, thinking it was odd. 'Whatever,' she brushed it aside, heading out on a new mission now. As much as she wanted to buy nicer clothes, that wasn't in the budget. What she had would have to do. So there was no need to change before heading towards this party, she had heard rumors about it taking place. Free time wasn't something she had very often, but now with this new job, she suddenly found time on her hands. Jumping on her board, she rolled past the red car again, and couldn't but laugh loudly at the witty banter from the guard. "Yeah, he won't need any help." Looking back, she added, "someday."

@xavierrol



Iris narrowed her eyes when he dared to put his smelly, nasty shoe on her car. 'How dare he. Does he not know that one scratch on this car would cost more to repair than he could possibly realize?' She listened to him as he returned his comical rapport. It wasn't until he mentioned possibly not being able to drive that he truly captured her attention. "Listen here, you little.....," her voice trailed. Losing her car, not being able to drive, was totally unacceptable, but the comment, the threat of being expelled, was far worse. This was the school she had chosen. If she were kicked out, it would be game over. She was certain her guardians wouldn't allow her to join another school and keep going. This school was picked as a slap in the face to them and her late parents' wishes.

She composed herself, bringing a smile to her face. "Perhaps it is you who needs a lesson in self-awareness. Why, if you had been paying attention, more aware of your surroundings, you would have noticed the approaching car and moved out of the way. Are you sure it's my fault? You weren't even aware I was getting close to you. How can you possibly be sure I was speeding? You clearly were not even looking at me. How about you let this go, and I'll let it go that you were posing a threat to all students with your careless actions?" She knew it was a shot in the dark, but there was some truth to what she was feeding him. Still, if she wanted to keep her driving privileges, she had to play nice or at least appear to. She switched off the engine, giving him an exhausted expression. "But by all means, go ahead. Talk to me about this infraction.

@Jack Stalker