let's get naked

adrianna: no but id rather not be jobless

adrianna: why? so YOU could go out driving in that mess?

dawson: okay fair

dawson: yes...

adrianna: yes i am alive

adrianna: and classes may have been canceled, but work wasn't.

adrianna: i just got home.

dawson: you're out driving in this mess?

dawson: have you lost your mind?

dawson: are you alive?

dawson: it's been like 3 days and i haven't seen ur face

jacky: eh debatable, sometimes ur hot

jacky: yes you do, I have receipts

jacky: ok but with you its different

jacky: less weird

jacky: these boys are CHILDREN

dawson: truer words have never been spoken

dawson: STOP NO YOU DONT

dawson: they're just trying to figure out how to nail a woman like you

jacky: literally what'd i do to deserve this??

jacky: ok i can verify this you are kinda cute when you're sleeping

jacky: ESPECIALLY when you drool

jacky: ok fine whatever but don't stare ok that's creepy, show some respect

dawson: i'm cute all the time

dawson: AND I DO NOT DROOL!!!

dawson: i'd stare at your tits too

jacky: ugh

jacky: i just don't understand how ALL of the roofs of the frat houses caved in at once

jacky: hey you do you man, no one should be disturbing you from your sleep

jacky: three FRESHMEN who tried to watch me change. not cool bruh

dawson: karma had it's kiss for us

dawson: thank YOU! that's what i'm sayin. i look cute while i'm sleeping

jacky: LITERALLT FUCK MY LIFE

jacky: ugh they're fine, there's just too many people in this house rn

jacky: including 3 boys sleeping on my floor right now

dawson: damn

dawson: it's pretty crowded over here too

dawson: i'm pretty sure i'm gonna crash on the couch and i will physically remove anybody who tries to stop me

jacky: there is too much noise in this house

jacky: im literally going to scream I just want to sleep

dawson: i can think of a better reason for u to be screaming... it's really a shame we're trapped in separate houses

she should have known that’s how he’d see it - and she couldn’t blame him for that, it wasn’t his fault. and maybe he was partially right - and he may say things like that didn’t matter but they did - they always did. “ i ended our relationship because we both know you’re not going to end up with a girl from a white trash family who works two jobs who spends her breaks having to pick her drunk deadbeat dad off the kitchen floor and drag his ass to bed, ” she said, “ why the fuck would anybody want that ? ”

for the first time since they’d started this conversation, he felt as though he was finally beginning to understand why she had ended things so abruptly. while it wasn’t exactly a reasonable excuse, it was something he could work with. the silence settled between them for several long minutes before he took a deep breath and spoke once more, “nobody should have to live like that-- but that is your life. i would like to believe you knew that wouldn’t have changed how i felt about you.”

she was never good at talking. never had any practice so all of this was new to her. a simple fuck off to anyone back home and that would be that. so this certainly wasn’t easy. “ nothing happened over break. ” his parents were perfectly nice, it was the picture perfect holiday that made christmas at her house look like a a tuesday in a prison yard. “ i just… your life and my life, they’re real different and they don’t go well together, they never do, ” she said. 

dawson cut his gaze to the ceiling, taking a few deep breaths as he tried to decipher her reasoning. he knew his family seemed to live a rather lavish lifestyle-- but he never imagined that would be the reason a girl he genuinely liked would end things. “that’s not fair, adrianna,” he finally replied, turning his eyes on her, “so, let me get this straight. you ended our relationship based on material things that don’t even matter?” 

more specific. of course. she couldn’t help but groan softly with frustration as she took a bite of her food, continuously avoiding his gaze. there was no point in lying anymore, was there ? he’d just set up camp in her room and wait for her to give in and tell the truth - the very detailed truth. she wasn’t sure if there was an exact moment, it was just something that bubbled up, one thing after another leading her to realize it just really wouldn’t work - though of course there was one point where that had never been more clear. “ when you took me home for break, ” she admitted, taking another bite.

her short response left dawson utterly clueless. leaning back against the headboard with his mind running a million miles a minute, he tried to recall a single moment over that fateful winter break that could have caused their break up. he came up empty. sure, they didn’t always get along-- but he couldn’t remember anything that happened that was worth ending their relationship. “what about it?” he questioned, setting the carton in his hands aside so he could turn his undivided attention on her, “what happened over that break?”

“Not sure about anyone else, but it sounds plausible that you would have a negative number of brain cells,” Ruby quipped, grabbing one end of his pillow and pulling it out from underneath his head. “No, but you will end up in a ditch if you don’t let me borrow your car. It’s the last day of the Cat Show. Chairman really wants to go. He’s hoping to win the heart of a fluffy cat.”

“if that were true-- which it’s not-- it would be because you come to me at the asscrack of dawn, claiming you’ve done something incredibly stupid like ‘lost your car on campus’,” he grumbled, sighing heavily when the pillow was pulled from under his head. “you are actually the bane of my existence, you know,” he said, pushing himself into a seated position, “that cat is twenty pounds overweight and chokes up hairballs every ten seconds. no way he wins any hearts tonight.”

“I didn’t crash it if that’s what you’re asking,” she said proudly. “It’s parked somewhere on campus. I drove to class last Wednesday, forgot I drove there and walked back to Kappa Omega… I also have no idea which parking lot I parked it at—they all look the same! Just asphalt with cars!”

rolling onto his back and creaking his eyes open, dawson shot her a pointed look, “at least it’s not in a ditch somewhere,” he replied, voice still laden with sleep. her explanation caused a laugh slide past his lips and he quickly shook his head, burrowing deeper into the warmth of his comforter, “sometimes i think i lose brain cells when i talk to you, ruby. you better get to walkin’. this campus is pretty big.”

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Ruby gently sat down on the edge of Dawson’s bed as not to wake him up. Picking up his hand, she used it to hit him with. “Haha, why are you slapping yourself, Dawson?” she asked, before repeating it again and again until he woke up. “Can I borrow your car?”

dawson was sleeping peacefully in his bed, definitely dreaming about his hot economics professor, when he was jarred awake by a hand smacking against his face. “what the-- ruby,” he grumbled, slowly rousing from sleep, “no you cannot borrow my car. what happened to yours?” 

natalie was letting out a laugh and soon enough he was beating her and she was stopping at the door. “a sore loser? nah. i’ll just take it out on you in bed.” she winked and walked into the shop.

“that sounds promising,” he replied under his breath, pulling open the door and stepping to the side so she could walk inside. he was a gentleman after all. “what’re you having?” he asked curiously as they approached the barista. 

“True, but looking at old nudes isn’t as great as getting fresh ones,” he shrugged. “It definitely is a trademark of yours, I’m pretty sure nothing shocks me anymore by now. As for me, I’m quite the opposite–no longer fucking my way through Princeton, and got into a relationship.”

nodding in agreement, dawson couldn’t help but chuckle at the statement, “i do have a group of contacts on my phone that i use solely for nudes. does that make me a shitty person?” a look of expression slid over his features and he arched a brow in the other’s direction, “a relationship, hm? and how’s it treating you?”

she cocked her head sharply, pursing her lips, “wow. charming. really. how many girls you get with that one, huh?” she rolled her tongue against the inside of her cheek, “don’t you worry, this ‘pretty little thing’ is plenty satisfied with all the warmth she’s receiving.” 

“you’d be surprised,” dawson replied, a genuine laugh rumbling in the back of his throat-- the first one since they’d started the conversation, “women love a good line. especially when it insinuates something a little less than innocent.” a smirk touched the corners of his lips and he subtly shook his head, “are you sure? i’d be more than happy to give you some of mine.”