#dcmeterwrites

     seraya raised a slow eyebrow as the door of her office opened, though her gaze remained fixated on her laptop. she didn’t even need to glance up to confirm who it was. appointment aside, the shuffling footfall had become quite recognizable since their time together had begun. ‘ -- it’s 10:05. ’ she spoke up sternly as she finished typing out an email. if he was going to be late, she would allow herself the extra moment to finish up her task. sure, it was only mere minutes but she had never been a woman to enjoy her time being wasted.

     if it had been anyone but the student in front of her, she would have perhaps been more scolding. but she refrained.

          ‘ have a seat. ’ she gestured toward the couch as she shut the laptop close, finally lifting her head to look at adam. a faint smile of greeting etched its way on seraya’s face as she stood, stepping over to the door to shut it close. her dark gaze landed back on the young man, walking over to her chair as she silently tried to get a read on his mood.

     it was a white house state dinner filled press and diplomats ; one would at least assume that the energy of the night would at least be. . .  well, diplomatic. but that was a laughable manner. with two countries that ultimately opposed in most things, there was no surprise that there seemed be an almost competitive edge in the air. on one side of him, his mother spoke rather crisply with the queen -- the most powerful people in the room and both refusing to be kowtowed for it. and on the other side, he pretended not to see a low-ranking baron leading out their senior advisor, a clear baggie filled with god knows what discreetly folded in their hands. 

     with a languish sigh, mateo’s attention simply zeroed in on them.

     he’d resisted all urge to keep his gaze from locking on the other for majority of the night, knowing that the gossip would be unforgiven. but now that the formal dinner had been broken up into more of a reception, he could hardly contain himself for a moment longer. gripping his glass of water tightly, the young man walked over. 

          ‘ does this approach really work for you, tucker ? really ? ’ 

     was his name even tucker ? truthfully, evie just picked a basic ass frat boy name and rolled with it. if it wasn’t his name, he sure didn’t react to it. instead, the blonde kept flocking to her like a fuckin’ bee to honey as she maneuvered through the drunk and happy crowd of partygoers. with a deep huff, her gaze flitted through the darkened house, attempting to spot someone who could provide a reprieve from this all. 

     her first choice was naturally newt but he elected to spend the night in with weed and pizza. mari had meekly left forty-five minutes after they got there and cora was nowhere to be found. that meant she was left with --

     goddamnit.

     despite her reluctance, she stomped over to fucking adam lockwood. sidling up to him without much of a greeting, evie eyed the frat boy who was closing in ranks as she reached out a hand to lace within adam’s. ‘ -- seriously, tuck. let it go. not in front of my boyfriend. ’ the lie slipped from her lips easily as she glowered at the stocky blonde, nodding at the interlocked hands as if to prove her point.

Cam: it

Cam: it sucksr eally

Cam: to konw you fuck up everythingg

           ‘ wake up, bitch. ’

     jade was entirely too perky for it to be nine o’clock in the morning on a sunday -- and she hoped that was more than enough to annoy scout. running her fingers through her hair, she fixed her strands into a messy bun as she nudged the edge of the mattress. after a morning jog, a cup of coffee, and a lovely bath, the day was hers to fuckin’ conquer. no longer would she dwell in all of her messed up emotions, that was the goddamn motto.

          ‘ it’ll be a lot of fun. a weekend away. . . ’

     aiden knew how convincing he could be. and with anne, it was rare he ever had to utilize the muscle more than usual. even when his hands were presently busy with tying his tie in the floor length mirror, the attention only partially on the blonde behind him. ‘ a stay at the st. regis atlanta, reservation at bacchanalia -- admittedly a few boring parties with clients but the pros outweigh the cons. ’

     finally, he finished with his tie and turned to face her. honestly, he didn’t have a plan b in motion if anne ( surprisingly ) said no. she was the perfect buffer, a dazzling mindless distraction that provided enough to keep clients happy and emotionally invested in his image. taking a step closer, he kneeled down so that he was eye level with her, offering a pout with the tilt of his head.

      mateo frowned thoughtfully as he analyzed the sculpture. it had been exhilarating not to think about the mold and just throw himself wholeheartedly into an hour of creating something new. now that the class was over, he sat on the floor of the empty studio as he took in his creation. 

      pure shit, honestly.

     in the blink of an eye, the hardened clay collided onto the ground, shattering into a million pieces. with a huff, matty stood to his full height, inspecting the mess that had been made. oddly enough, it looked better broken than it had put together. 

     august in georgia really was beautiful. mateo glanced over at the two cheerleaders he’d just passed, just in time to see them in a squealing reunion -- asking one another all about their summer. if it had been any other time, he would have lingered and admired the happiness. emotions drove him to his best art. but right now, he was a man on a mission ; and his objective was directing him just outside of the science building. the sight of an old but familiar face caused chills to go up his spine but he hardened his resolve, ignoring how grosero his mother would have called him as he interrupted the conversation with his mere silent presence.