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Moving in to his new dorm wasn’t very difficult, Skye really only had some clothing and other essentials to his name. The dorm was otherwise empty at the moment and unpacking wasn’t a hassle at all, he expected to feel something--a sense of a shift in his life--but so far there had been nothing. Skye wasn’t a stranger to sharing a space with other people.

At least, other people that he didn’t already know.

After getting settled in, Skye picked up his hand mirror and comb, not being able to tidy himself up since he stepped foot on campus bothered him, and he wanted to groom himself before meeting any new faces.

Silvery hair fell over green eyes that focused on the mirror in front of them, a comb passing over again and again until the door opened with a soft click.

“Hm?” Skye looked up and nearly dropped the hand mirror.

Straight blonde hair, sky blue eyes...No way.

Seeing an ex of his first thing at his new school caused Skye’s usual confidence to falter, and after a moment of letting himself be surprised, he snapped back into his usual personality.

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“Hey, Miss Chickadee. Don’t you think you’d be better off playing on the ground like a good shortstack?”

Their days always started like this. Today, it looked as though she was stacking books on the top shelf, so he did as he always did. He came in, armed with some snark and gunpowder, prepared to go out with a bang and a trail of smoke. She and the rest of the Student Council members were the most irritating group of ‘Do-gooders’ around, since they never knew how to stop sticking their noses into his personal life. Claire was the worst bunch, since she wasn’t even subtle about biting back. And she flaunted her position as though it could compensate for all the things she was lacking. They wouldn’t meet eye to eye even if he ducked down to her level.

But, for the irony of it all, it was always a casual affair, no matter how many matches they lit. They would take shots at each other and then he would go about his business like it was nothing, as she would with her’s. And rinse and repeat. Jamie didn’t have the faintest idea of how the other members put up with it, but, again, it wasn’t like he cared. 

With his own stack of papers to handle, he had enough on his own plate to mind his own business. However, a smirk played on Jamie’s lips as he dropped his stack of papers on the table, and he turned to lean back on it casually. He took the time to look up at her once as a sort of charitable gesture. She should consider herself lucky. “One day, you’re going to be in over your head and do something stupid.” (Today, you’re just in over my head), he thought to himself.  “Heh. Do you need someone taller to switch off with you?”

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Even though Raeger wasn’t in his dorm often, he liked to keep it tidy every now and then. That way when he is in the room, he didn’t feel so disorderly. He threw away trash and organized books, folders, and other things alike. 

“Oh, it’s you,” he observed.

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Statistics... one of the classes Pete was pretty okay at, but loathed the most. It was also fairly fast to get from that class to the previous one, so there he was, clicking his pen on the table, being bored, watching the room slowly fill in. Pete laid his head down until the teacher cleared his throat and started calling for roll. He taps his toe and listens for his last name.... which for some reason the teacher was one of those people that calls roll by last names. Lifting up his head, he rests it on his fist. 

A single stem of alstroemeria is delivered to Gill’s dorm, the note attached stating that it was “From Anonymous.” Claire was making sure every student got at least one flower during the holiday, so she randomly began to hand out flowers regardless of meaning, only putting that they were from an anonymous sender. 

“An Alstroemeria...” Gill observes, muffled by his face mask. He certainly was not expecting anything other than yellow carnations this year, assuming his feelings towards a large amount of the student body were mutual.

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A single white rose is delivered to Ms. Ire’s desk, the note attached stating that it was “From Anonymous.” Claire was making sure every student and teacher got at least one flower during the holiday, so she randomly began to hand out flowers regardless of meaning, only putting that they were from an anonymous sender.