expensive mistakes

so honestly he didn’t think nothing of at first. he was thankful that the sister sorority had been generous enough to take them in and give them rooms to crash in. evan had been in one of the rooms, getting dressed for work– not paying much attention to who had walked in. ‘’hey listen, i don’t have much stuff over here.. it’s just that little duffle bag in the corner overe the-’’ pointing over to the dufflebag, evan looks up and when he sees who it is he can’t help the little smile. ‘’sup gio?’’ 

@giorxsso

Truth be told, she didn’t mind having the boys from their brother fraternity stay at the Delta Psi House. Aside from the house being a little... louder than usual it didn’t seem to be that big of a deal. Besides, it’s not like the boys could help their situation. Gio had been going around the boy’s dorms, trying to see if they needed any help settling in. Of course, she saved the best for last. “Hey.” She replied with a smile of her own but she made no attempt to enter the room. Was it because she was shy or because she was trying to be nonchalant? She didn’t even know herself. “Just popping in to see if you needed anything. Must suck having to be stuck in a house full of girls, huh?” A grin rose from her face as she spoke, her tone indicating that she was speaking in jest.

Adam frowned at the offer of wine, but alcohol wasn’t really what he wanted out of this. “Wine’s fine,” he said. He requested the car and when it arrived, he motioned for Gio to sit first. He stared at Gio when they were both in the car and he wondered if she understood what his intentions were, or if she knew and was playing dumb to keep him away.

After buckling her seatbelt, she took her phone out of her purse to text her friends that she was fine. As she did, she noticed him staring at her but she tried to ignore it. It was a bit hard though considering the silence between them. After a moment she turned back to look at him, raising an eyebrow in question. “What?”

He ignored her question about his major with a shrug. But when she spoke again, he answered this time. “Let’s go to my place. Or yours. Doesn’t matter.” He took his phone out his pocket and opened an app on his phone. “Uber?”

Gio noticed that he completely ignored her question and she couldn’t help but wonder if it was because there was a personal reason behind it or simply because he didn’t care to answer. Man, Adam was one hard but to crack. Her brow furrowed as she stared up at him, confused by the sudden change of plans. “We can go to my place, but the only liquor I have is wine. Whichever works.” She shrugged, shivering lightly at the action. “Uber works.”

@giorxsso

The peaceful after-school hours are brutally disturbed when a rusty car speeds into the parking lot. Tires screech as the vehicle drifts, almost in the shape of a doughnut. Behind the wheel is no one other than Lonnie, sat there with a confident look, for someone who doesn’t even own a car –– that’s right, this thing isn’t even his –– and a cigarette between his teeth. Sunglasses would complete this whole look, if it weren’t for the fact it’s the middle of fuckin’ winter. He stops vehicle not far from where the girl’s stood, rolls down the window and sticks his head out. “Get in, snake!” he demands, the look on his face far from the friendliest as he eyes his new radio show partner. 

The shrill noise of the tires was enough to make Gio jump the moment she heard them. Her eyes widened as he pulled up, clearly aghast at his dramatic entrance. Despite their reaction they still walked up to the vehicle, opening the door with a roll of her eyes at his snake comment. “Hello to you too, you fucking lizard.” The brunette took a seat on the passenger side, immediately turning to grab fasten her seatbelt. “Was that you being flashy or are you actually that shitty of a driver?” Gio was beginning to regret not offering to drive herself. “It’s a parking lot, Lonnie. Not a race course.”

kyler: HECK YEAH yOU'RE THE BEST

kyler: zeta house!

kyler: can we go to sephora?? i also need concealer

gio: HA THANK U

gio: this is perfect tbh im almost out of my favorite lipstick

gio: okay ill be there in a few minutes!

jazz: so i need to get out of this... precarious conundrum

jazz: how good of an actress are you?

gio: well...

gio: depends on the role lol

“Mechanical engineering,” he answered. He watched her wrap her arms around herself and he remembered the dress she was wearing. And he remembered how much he liked it. “What if we skip the bar?” He stopped walking to face her. 

“What made you get into that?” Gio figures a bit of small talk wouldn’t hurt on their way to the bar. However the moment Adam stopped she did as well, her head tiling slightly in question. “Skip the bar? And so what instead?”

kyler: damn i didn't know how many kinds of purple lipstick there were

kyler: uhhh you don't happen to have a car do you?? none of the drugstores within walking distance have it D:

gio: yeah my friend there are a bunch

“Hopefully.” Adam nodded at the bouncer as he walked out of the club. His gait was pretty steady despite being a little bit drunk. “That job seems like my kind of job,” he told Gio, pointing at the bouncer. “He probably says no all the time and it’s his job. Think I could do it?” He began walking down the street toward the next bar.

Gio was good at keeping her composure, even while tipsy. She couldn’t even count how many times she had gone to charity balls after a few glasses too many of champagne. Her eyes went to the bouncer as soon Adam pointed at him. “I think you’d be great at it,” she responded with a laugh, nodding her head in affirmation. “Maybe you should consider a career change.” She wrapped her arms around herself the moment they stepped out of the establishment. It was a cold night and Gio’s dress wasn’t exactly the warmest outfit. Oh, what she did for the aesthetic. “Speaking of, what are you studying again?”

kyler: uhhh

kyler: do u have like

kyler: just regular purple? like purple purple?

gio: uhhh

gio: no?

‘‘I don’t know, I felt like you weren’t going to forgive me and I thought at this point you’d kinda hate me for the way– I just– ghosted and I’m just.. sorry for all of it and WOW I really need to stop rambling.’‘ Both his hands go up to hide his face for a moment, peeking through his fingers to get a look at her with a hint of a nervous smile over his features. ‘‘I’m sorry. Like, I don’t know if you’ll get tired of hearing it– which I think you will but I’m.. seriously so very sorry for being an ass and.. I’m just– an asshole in general and I understand if you’d like.. hate me.’‘

He appeared nervous and she knew that the way she had her eyes right on him maybe didn't do much to ease any nerves but she couldn’t help it. She was studying him, his expression, mostly to see if he was being genuine. “I don’t hate you.” she reassured, a small smile forming on her lips as she reached to grab one of his hands. “Kinda hard to hate someone who just got me front row tickets to see the fireworks.” she nudged him, hoping her tone was light enough to make him relax. “Speaking of, they should be starting pretty soon right?”

kyler: omg how many shades do you have???

gio: not that many tbh

gio: I have like 309 shades of red and 4 shades of purple lol