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Amethyst kept a smile on her face, watching closely as he brought her hand to his lips. She was intrigued, however she couldn’t tell if it was a kind gesture or something to make himself better than he was. “The pleasure is all mine.” The blonde smiled. When he asked her what she was notorious for, she smirked. “It depends how you want to view it.” She shrugged. “Some might call me a slut for being as confident as I am.” Her manicured fingers ran through the tips of her hair. “Or..” She paused.” I could be known for my amazing fashion sense and for my way with the guys.” A smirked pulled at the corners of her lips. “Take your pick.” Amethyst raised her hand and placed it on the base of the other’s neck. “But choose wisely.” Her head tilted to the side a sly smile upon her lips.

Liam’s interest was piqued at her blunt honestly and, as he narrowed his deep green eyes and gave her a quick once over, he decided that answering her question would undoubtedly lead to his own demise. He was sure she could feel the way his pulse jumped at her subtle touch-- but it was merely due to the fact that he was a red-blooded male and she was easy on the eyes. “I think you’re the type to capture the attention of every male within a ten mile radius,” he replied with a flippant shrug, “but I know you’re very aware of how beautiful you are-- seems like you’re using it as a weapon, if you ask me. You look like trouble.” Glancing over his shoulder at the lot of football players currently eyeing them like a hawk, he turned back to her with a grin surfacing on his lips, a lone brow arching in her direction, “See what I mean? You’re hard not to notice,” he paused taking a deep breath and sending her a rather pointed look, “although,” he continued, covering her hand with his own to pull it away from his skin, “If it’s a night between the sheets you’re looking for, well, I hate to break it to you, but I’m not your type of guy.” 

Amethyst had stopped by the oak tree to take a short smoke break while she had time between her classes. Her back was turned toward all and any of the commotion. The blonde was fixated on the roots of the tree. She was trying to figure out a way to incorporate the pattern of the roots into her next painting, without it looking too much like a tree. But, she was stuck. All of the sudden, a hard thump against her head caused her to fall to the ground, her cigarette falling off to the side. It wasn’t enough to knock her out, however it was enough to make her mad. Amethyst was already preparing herself to stand up and yell at whomever threw the ball. That was until she blew her hair from her face and sat up to see a male crouched beside her. She instantly put on her most innocent smile. “I’m fine.” She simply stated, fixing her already short enough skirt, that had rode up her thighs. “Maybe it was fate.” A smirk pulled at the corners of the blonde’s lips as she reached for his hand. She made sure to leave her purse on the ground, so she’d have to bend down to pick it up. “No worries. Wouldn’t be the first time.” The girl shrugged before bending down to retrieve her purse, making sure the other had the perfect view of her bottom. When she turned back toward him, she reached out her hand. “I don’t think I’ve met you, yet.” She shrugged her blonde hair off of her shoulder. “Amethyst. A lot of people know me and I know a lot of people, so it’s rare that I ever come across someone I haven’t seen.” Her perfectly manicured fingers waited for the other’s touch. 

Liam watched her calculated movements with an arched brow, mentally applauding her for her efforts. She definitely wasn’t the first girl he had encountered during his time as a college football player that had been quick to show off her assets-- and this one, she clearly used the phase “if you’ve got it, flaunt it” as a mantra. She was incredibly gorgeous, which he was sure she was already very aware of, and radiated a confidence he hadn’t come across in a very long time. Her presence was refreshing and he was eager to see where this conversation would lead. A crooked grin managed to work its way onto his lips as she spoke and he lifted his shoulders in a nonchalant shrug, neither confirming or denying her suspicions. “Liam Blake,” he introduced himself, reaching out to take her smaller hand in his, bringing it to his lips so he could kiss her knuckles in an incredibly chivalrous move, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Amethyst.” Dropping her hand from his and giving her a quick once over to ensure she really wasn’t injured, he took a small step back and crossed his arms over his chest before he continued, “I really don’t think I’ve heard of you, to be quite honest. So remind me, what exactly are you notorious for?”

“Thanks, but no thanks.” Lena was quick to give a comment to his words, letting out a small sigh. She listened to him give something like sounded like a lecture, closing her eyes for a second or two before taking his hand to stand up - if she wasn’t dizzy before, she definitely was now. It was clear her balance was a little off since she began making two steps back and forth to keep it, running a hand through her hair. “Thanks, dad.” she mumbled out, sarcasm never failing even in those moments of pain. “I know. Most wouldn’t dare to even look my direction, yet alone throw me on my fucking ass.” she scoffed a little. 

Liam decided to ignore her constant insults and instead reached out to gently grab her elbow in an attempt to steady her on her feet, “Woah now,” he murmured under his breath, watching her sway with a genuine look of concern etched onto his features. It was clear that she had lifted herself so high on a pedestal that she would never accept any kind of help from someone like him-- even if she clearly needed it. “I think you should sit down,” he added absently, turning his head to glance around the courtyard, searching for the nearest bench so she wouldn’t have to sit on the grass. Kindness was an attribute had been ingrained into his brain from a young age and he was compassionate to a fault-- even to the people who wouldn’t appreciate it or didn’t deserve it, “C’mon. There’s a bench right over there. At least sit until the dizziness passes.” 

She let a small smile rest on her lips as he answered back her remark. She took the things he picked up for her and just tossed them into her bag. Just a few papers about searches and all in the law-making world. She let out a small laugh and crossed her arms across her chest as she shook her head with the smile still on her face. “If I have a concussion- you’re paying my medical bills I hope you know. I may be able to afford them on my own, but do the crime, pay the lady money now, handsome.”

“Yikes-- let’s hope you’re not concussed then. I’m not sure if hospitals would appreciate a good ole’ dine and dash experience,” Liam replied with a chuckle, shaking his head while a crooked smile managed to work its way onto his lips, “Technically, I didn’t throw the ball. If you want the real culprit, you’ll have to interrogate that lot over there,” he nodded to the rowdy crew of football players across the courtyard, “and they’re not the easiest cooperators so it’s probably best you’re only dealing with me today.”

Quinn was thankfully just finished up with classes today and didn’t have to work until tomorrow. It felt like a wave of relief that she had some free time to herself for more then homework as she walked around campus. As she obliviously walked past the group of football players she was familiar with from being on the cheerleading squad, she turned to look at the guy who sent her a warning before she grunted and landed onto the ground. Once she took a moment to compose herself, she looked up at the guy who came to check on her and blinked a couple times before laughing. “I think I’ll be okay. Just check yourself next time, Blake. The next person might not let you off as easily.” She teased as she tried to stand up.

Chloe was running late-once again. She always would arrive late to her last class and she never knew why. It wasn’t like she wasn’t always on campus anyway. Maybe it was because she hated the teacher, but knew she needed this credit. She was paying attention as she was digging into her back as she was walking and before she could react to the small little heads up, she was getting hit in the head with a football and was tumbling head first into the ground. Luckily, her hands reacted fast and her face didn’t get hurt. She huffed and just laid there staring at the sky before she saw the boy. Liam. She huffed even louder as he asked if she was okay. “You’re lucky I don’t drag your ass down here with me.” She said and lightly laughed to let him know she was joking. She took his hand and stood up on her feet as she kneeled down to pick up her bag and sat back up as she faced the other. “You’re fine.” She said and made a small face and looked at his shirtless torso. “You smell like sweat and regret, Liam.”

Liam chuckled quietly at her snide remark, crouching down to help her gather her scattered belongings after helping her to her feet, “I’ll consider luck to be in my favor today then,” he replied, standing once more and handing over the few things he’d managed to pick up. Shaking his head with a grin threatening to unfurl on his lips, he raised his hands innocently in a means of surrender, “Hey, I have no idea what you mean by that. I am a good guy,” he grinned, crossing his arms over his chest, “No regret here-- except for the fact that you just got nailed in the head by a stray pass on my account. If you start to feel dizzy or nauseous, it might be a concussion-- probably want to get that checked out.” 

astrid had been working on moves for the cheer squad in the afternoon heat her brown hair tied into a high ponytail as she took one moment to fix the silver diamond belly button ring before she ended on the floor. rubbing at the back of her head she laid on the grass looking up at Liam who she wanted to slap right now “yeah i’m fine” she nodded moving to sit up. “now my head feels like its about to explode but yeah i’m peachy”.

Keeping his crouched position next to her, Liam raised an eyebrow at her sharp tongue, continuing to peruse her body for any signs of obvious injury before he replied, “Hey now, don’t take your anger out on me. I didn’t throw the ball,” he defended with a grin, extending his hand to help pull her to her feet, “I have some ibuprofen in my bag if you need it. I’ve heard it helps with the exploding head thing,” he offered sincerely, glancing down at his feet before looking up at her through his lashes, “I’m pretty sure whatever it was you were working on over here had my boys distracted. Got a new booty shakin’ routine I should approve?” he teased lightly, leaning against the tree and eyeing her skeptically, like she may fall over at any second.

Office hours ran until two and with her last class letting out with a mere fifteen minutes to spare, Auden started her determined trek across campus. Her head hung down, reading over the last few quickly-typed paragraphs of her paper that was hot off the press, crossing every finger and toe that she’d proofread it well enough. While she was fairly adept at dodging street lights and trash cans along the path thanks to years of texting blindness, a flying football proved to be a special case. She hadn’t even heard his heeded warning before bam, it all went momentarily black and papers went flying. An audible groan left her lips as she started to squirm in place, hand instinctively reaching for her head. “Figures,” she mumbled. It took a second to catch her bearings and readjust to the sunlight in her eyes before she realized he was at her side, asking questions. “They said the world was supposed to end today, thought it was true for a second.”

Liam couldn’t stifle the laughter that bubbled in the back of his throat and passed through his lips as he looked down at her, sprawled out on the grass and surrounded by a dozen papers all scattered about. “Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news-- but the world is still alive and well. I think the real question is, are you?” he inquired on a tease, quickly beginning to collect her dropped belongings before extending his hand to help pull her to her feet, “Are you really okay? Any dizziness, nausea, pounding headache that feels like a jackhammer in your skull? Might just have to cut your head off, to be quite honest,” he trailed off, shaking his head while a grin threatened to emerge on his lips, “On a more serious note, are you really okay? I’d be more than happy to escort you to a hospital if need be.”

It was rather untypical for Lena to be standing underneath the tree; she rarely studied, yet alone in public, but recently she started to actually do something out of herself and make sure to graduate as quickly as possible to get out not only NYU but the town itself. It was then that a football landed straight on her head; causing her to fall, along with her book. “- what the fuck?” she called out automatically, grimacing as her hand flew behind on her head. “No, I’m not fucking okay.” she answered quickly as he crouched down, giving him a small push to shove him away. “- or maybe none of you are as talented in football  as you think you are.” she remarked, rolling her eyes as she caressed the back of her head to ease the pain. 

Liam barely budged at her aggressive shove, a brow arching as she began to insult his team while he stayed crouched down beside her, ensuring she didn’t pass out or anything of the likes. “You ever thought joining the football team? We sure could use some of your aggression out there on the field,” he remarked with a chuckle, reaching around to gather her books in his hands before setting them in a neat stack beside her, “Are you dizzy or nauseous? If so, there is a good chance you might have a concussion and, as much as I would hate for that to be true, you may want to stop by the health clinic. They can do formal testing and will write you an excuse if you have to miss any classes because of it,” he shrugged nonchalantly, extending his hand in case she decided she wanted to stand, “I do sincerely apologize on behalf of the idiot who threw the football. His intentions were not to hit you, that much I can absolutely assure you. You’re quite terrifying, to be quite honest.”

Gusto stroked the back of his head where the ball hit, he was so distracted that when the ball hit his heas he jumped, and got scared a little, he probably would have been able to move so the ball wouldn’t hit his head, but since he was distracted, it ended up hitting and he wasn’t able to move, it didn’t hurt him, at least not seriously so he would be fine. “It’s fine” he said with a small smile. “Didn’t hurt much anyway, it made me feel a lot of pain, but it didn’t hurt much, I think” he crinkled his nose. “But yeah, seems like the ball had someone against me today, I wonder what I did to it for it to be so mad with me” he wasn’t mad, he rarely got mad at things like that, seemed like it was really just an accident. He had people bumping into him before, and he also didn’t get mad, he was just someone that didn’t get mad easily. “I wasn’t paying attention, I probably would have been able to move before it hit me if I was, I was too busy listening to music” he was in the zone whenever he was listening to music, didn’t pay attention to the outside world.

“Good, as long as you’re not dying on me,” Liam replied with a chuckle, extending his hand to help pull the other to his feet. “You’re not the first one this ball has picked as its target, I can assure you that much,” he continued, stuffing his hands in his back pockets as he looked at the guy skeptically. That ball had come in hard and fast and there was a chance he had a concussion. “If you start to feel dizzy or nauseous, you might want to get checked out. All signs of a concussion,” he explained briefly, reaching down to collect the offending football and throw it back in the direction of his teammates. “Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked one more time, just to be sure.