G U C C I

Hunter was shocked that Cassi has never tried Chipotle before. Growing up, Hunter practically lived for Chipotle. “No worries, you’re going to love it, it’s really good and I’m sure you’ll find something that you’ll really like there.” She said with a sweet smile. “My favorite is tacos or bowls. They have the best guacamole there too! I’d literally kill for their guac.” Hunter laughed and shook her head a little.  She began to walk, “There is one near campus, we can walk there if you want.”

“Well, I’m glad to try it, especially if it’s as good as you say. But I’m not really that big of a fan of guacamole, the texture makes me cringe, so maybe I'll get something without it.” Cassi laughed lightly tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, it was one her nervous ticks that she just couldn’t kick. “Sure, I need the exercise anyways.” she smiled as she fell into step with the other.

BLUE EYES, karma had always had a weakness for them. thinks they look gorgeous, not that she is the kind to be ENVIOUS but rather appreciative. “well, i suppose you’d get whatever you wanted darling, a girl like me can be talked into doing pretty much ANYTHING for a hit of caffeine first thing in the morning .”

She laughed and nodded, “Yeah I’d much rather have a bruised ego for a little bit than scuffed eight hundred dollar shoes.” Hunter smiled, “It’s nice to meet you, Cassi. Even under the circumstance.” She laughed a little bit and repositioned her bag on her shoulder. “Are you busy right now? Because I was gonna run to Chipotle if you wanted to join me. My treat.” She offered, smiling gently.

The native German speaker responded in his language. “It is a natural response.”

Hunter scoffed and nodded in agreement, “I know, like aren’t they fucking human?” She asked, shaking her head. “You’re okay, right?” She asked, handing her a few of the books she had dropped and offering a sheepish smile. “I mean, it looked like they didn’t run over your shoes, which is good, because they’re really cute.” Hunter paused, “I’m Hunter, by the way.”

Kasey saw the cyclist pass by the girl, and she went to help out and pick up the girl’s stuff. “Some people can be jerks sometimes. I’m so sorry.” She offered a kind smile as she handed her some stray papers and a book, looking around for anything else that might’ve escaped.

Cassi sighed looking up at the girl, “no need to apologize, it’s not like you were the one trying to run me over.” she joked lightly as she stood up.

Hunter was walking on campus, going to the starbucks to pick up an iced tea. She had her headphones on, hitting a cigarette as she strutted her way around campus. (yes, sometimes she felt like a supermodel and wanted to practice her catwalk). She saw a cyclist zoom by, but then nearly knock someone over. She stomped out her cigarette before walking over and kneeling down next to her to help her pick up her things.”Stupid assholes on the bikes and skateboards have nearly knocked me over too, no worries.”Hunter said, laughing a little.

Smoking was a terrible habit, yet one that Forrest simply couldn’t kick. He had to have some kinda vice when he was locked behind bars and he’d always enjoyed the social aspect that came with it. During today’s after-class ciggie, he was propped against the wall with the filter hanging between his lips. Exhaling a cloud of smoke from his nostrils, he watched as a kid on a bicycle zoomed past with no care in the world and then- “Oh, shit!” Throwing his cigarette to the ground, Forrest quickly ran over to the girl that had been knocked over. Scooping up her books, he crouched beside her, “Woah, you alright there? Lucky you fell onto the grass and not the sidewalk, huh?”

“I’m fine, just a bit of a bruised ego at this point. And yeah good thing, though the grass still wasn’t a super soft landing.” she laughed lightly pushing her hair out of her face and pushing herself up from the ground as she brushed the grass from her pants.

           ❛  have you seen how big these fuckers are ?? how could you possibly fit more than fifteen ?? you got some kind of superpower that allows you to stretch your mouth like the dude from fantastic four or something ?? ❜ he asked, eating the cheeto in his hands before sighing.  ❛ sure !! but —– you gotta buy me a new bag, then, because you’re gonna be eating like, all of it. ❜

       she sets her own stack of books down, well-worn bible on top - silently she kneels beside the other, beginning to help gather the girl’s fallen things. ‘ are you alright ? ’ she questions, brow furrowed in clear concern. ‘ you fell sort of hard…. ’

“I’m fine, nothing but a bruised ego and maybe a tailbone.” she joked lightly smiling up at the girl before pushing herself up. She picked up the last of things that were scattered and shoved them into her bag.

Derek had seen the biker just barely collide with the girl, and headed over to her, casually flipping off the guy who most likely didn’t even look back. “That German?” He asked, handing the girl her books as he adjusted the  unlit cigarette in his mouth. “They really should make a bike path a thing, rule out any further incidents like this one.” Although he really couldn’t be sure whether or not people would actually use it.

“Yeah it’s German, lived there until I was twelve and I still haven’t gotten used to speaking full English.”  Cassiopeia sighed standing up and brushing herself off as he handed her books back. “They should, shouldn’t they? I’m not sure how many people will follow it but it’ll probably slow down attempted collisions.” she shrugged lightly.

Jackson looked at the girl, raising an eyebrow. He wasn’t about to deny her buying him some drinks, so he just shrugged. “I mean if you are offering multiple drinks then go ahead. I don’t mind spending your money.” He said with a slight chuckle.

“Lovely. I was looking for someone to drink with anyways.” she smiled. Spending money seemed to be her favorite past time lately and if it made someone happy then why the fuck not?

“Wow, you get a gold star, liebling.”

“Oh really? I’m honored,” she spoke, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

It was almost an instinct whenever he heard anybody curse. “Achte auf deine sprache.” He said in a perfect german dialect. He turned his head to look at the women with dark eyes.