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Juls was beyond upset, this was why she hated doing group projects, people were hard to rely on, and whether she wasn’t totally obsess with her grades, she liked to at least try not to fail. She had waited in the library for an hour, and now she was out to hunt her supposed partner. She sigh at the sight of him, he had most likely totally forgotten about it. Julianna walked until she was only a few steps away from him. “You could, yes. I’m looking for my partner that was suppose to meet me in the library about an hour and seventeen minutes ago.”

As soon as he heard the familiar voice, he suddenly recalled the previous obligations that had slipped his mind. With everything piling up on his plate and swimming around his mind, he’d completely forgotten about the group project he still needed to complete for one of his classes. “Shit,” he muttered, anxiously running a hand through his hair. “Uh, do you still want to work on it? There’s a few rooms no one uses in the house, so we could just use one as a study room. If not, I can clear up my schedule tomorrow and actually show up for a change.”

Wouldn’t you like to know? I'll say this much: it happened last night with a person who won’t be named directly. 

I wasn’t disappointed by anything. The formal went great and goes down as yet another successful PKA event.

“That’s debatable,” she said in a confident tone, a smirk appearing on her face. “That’s all I ask for.” Dylan allowed herself to glare at Nolan as he claimed her cigarette his; as a child she had never been good at sharing, and it got worse when she got older. What’s hers was hers, and she didn’t like things being taken or being told what to do. “Nice try, love,” she spoke smoothly before taking the cigarette from him, placing it between her lips and smiling. “But A for effort.”

Nolan knew when to back down from a challenge -- even if he hated doing so -- and allowed Dylan to reclaim her cigarette from his grasp. “I deserve an A+ for effort, thank you very much,” he interjected. “And you should probably spot me a cig, just so you know. It pains me to watch you light one up while I’m stuck here sipping my orange juice.”

“ i don’t wanna chance it, really. a group text is definitely better. i might just do that. it’ll take me at least a few days to compile a list of gift ideas and worth contacts to include in this group, though. so–expect that within the next little wile. ”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be hovering over my phone ‘til I finally get the text and I’ll be sure to tuck a couple extra thousand away for your gift.”

Cameron: See I would...but I'm studying for a test.

Cameron: Maybe you can see if your hand is free :P

Nolan: Cameron, I'm only going to tell you one more time: Come. To. My. Room.

Nolan: I can help you study for an hour, then we can get down to business.

“I happily decline this godly fruitcake you keep hyping up. I’m sure my stomach, taste buds and future-self will not be upset by this decision. Well if you’re not a fan of overly hyped up and overrated concepts within the world, then you shouldn’t be a fan of Christmas. It’s completely hyped up every year and overrated, when realting it to the things needed to deem something overrated. But surely enough you still love Christmas? Just the same for me and my stop-motion films. ” 

Nolan: you fucking tease. you knew exactly what that snapchat would do to me.

“We both know you couldn’t do that even if you tried. I can feel you warming up to me every other day, you know. I feel the same way about the Gingerbread Lattes at Starbucks. Most people think they taste the worst, but I like it. How about this… I’ll take three out of your hands, but instead of paying me, you owe me a favor?”

“I’m warming up to you like someone warms up with a fever. And as long as the favor doesn’t wind me up in jail or expelled from Yale, you have a deal. How crazy can the favor be, right?”

Cameron: I don't know. You're being weird. It's cute but weird nonetheless.

Cameron: Well, I get a vibe that he doesn't care too much for me at all. I use my muscles, Nolan. I workout pretty much everyday.

Cameron: Laundering money would make you a federal criminal. I don't think my Dad would be too proud to know I'm fucking around with a federal criminal.

Cameron: That'd be great but I think we both know that we're never going to fully make it to the bed. I'm too aggressive and you're too dominate for that.

Nolan: So it's a good weird?

Nolan: He doesn't not like you, he's just not sure about you yet. And that's good; we can be workout buddies.

Nolan: Who exactly is your dad ?? I mean, he can't be THAT bad.

“–[Would you be offended if I kind of just threw them away, I don’t even think Luna will eat them? You can consider it trash collection for your drunken abundance” she said “…Or you know you can like deliver them to local orphanages or shelters and write it off as charity for your fraternity.”

“It’s disgusting, the taste honestly just makes my taste buds cry for mercy. But before I even continue to list out why it’s a horrid treat, hand- crafted by satan himself. Let’s discuss this so called detest of Christmas movies, especially the stop motions one. This whore mouth will never shut up, I repeat never.”

“You’re adorable when you’re feigning anger, Nolan,” Dylan’s voice grew obnoxiously sweet and she batted her eyes before rolling them. “I love to wear a dress just as much as the next girl, but when the liveliest conversation is the Pi Kappa Alpha budget and a debate on changing Yale’s mascot, then yes. I’d rather be high at a rave.” Shrugging, Dylan sat up straight when he took her cigarette. “Bloody hell,” she stood, walking over to him before straddling his waist. “That is not for you, Pretty Boy.”

“I’m adorably 24/7, Dylan -- get your facts straight,” Nolan retorted with a confident grin, resisting the urge to laugh as she played up her sweet facade. “Fine, next time we have a formal, I’ll have plenty of weed, all sorts of booze, and a killer DJ to keep the party popping. Happy?” He kept a straight face as she straddled her waist and kept his cigarette balanced between two fingers, raising his eyebrows in a challenging manner. “Almost everything in this house is mine, just so you know. As the vice president, I’m in charge whenever the president is around, so I have the authority to confiscate your cigarette.”

“ that’s a pretty good idea, actually. that way i’ll get many expensive gifts from a bunch of different people. but–that will be a lot of tweets. and what if a bunch of people get me the same thing ?? maybe i’ll do a mass group text instead. ”

“If your list is big enough, then most people will get different things for you. A group text would be great, because they could just text each other behind your back and communicate about who’s getting you what and then they’ll avoid buying you the same thing.”