Gus was stretched out on the couch in the common room, one foot planted firmly on the ground and his arm up behind his head as he waited for Hazel to arrive. They didn't really have any other television sets at their disposal, so they had to commandeer the one in the common room. Gus didn't mind taking charge of holding down the fort while Hazel got the DVD. He honestly couldn't remember the last time he really "hung out" with someone. With Andy...it wasn't really hanging out; it was (the few times they hung out in public) making sure that she didn't get TOO wasted and kicking the ass of any guy who tried fucking with her. And Bre? It's different when there were so many feelings involved. He couldn't remember the last time there was someone he could call a "friend". Well, he COULD remember, he just didn't want to.

There were a few students stalking predatory-like around the outskirts of the room, watching to see if he would give an indication of leaving. He didn't. His face was stoic, blank, unreadable. His blue eyes settled unevenly on the area in front of him. Gus was very good at intimidating people. It wasn't too long till the group scattered and he couldn't help but a little kick out of it. He didn't usually go out of way to razz people, but he couldn't help it sometimes. His jaw was firm, a soft shadow across it from lack of shaving. The veins on his arms were bright blue against his pale skin, partially hidden under his quarter sleeve shirt. He cut his eyes toward the door, trying to spy Hazel's visage.

His books tucked under one arm, he held an apple in hand, bringing it up to his mouth to take a bite. He was a history major, he didn't know why he needed math credits. It's not like he was bad at math, on the contrary, he was actually quite good at it. All that work and all those number just gave him a headache. Plus, most of the people that were good at math were douchebags. The further he could push that mindset away from him, the better.

There were a few clouds in the sky, but the day was sunny overall. He walked down the sidewalk, which was sporadically populated with other members of the student body. He narrowed his eyes a little bit, noticing a familiar mouse haired girl walking by her lonesome. He hadn't seen Hazel for a little while, which made him feel guilt, since she had felt so bad at the Gala. He didn't even have her number to check in on her. Trotting across the grass in her direction, he jogged for a bit until he was beside her, matching her pace. "Well, THERE you are..."

Gus's brow furrowed as he walked down the aisle of the college bookstore. He promised himself and Andy that he would try to get out more often as he was paler than milk, so here he was, trying to collect supplies for the start of the school year. Even a kid as "cool" as Gus doesn't understand why those brick sized calculators cost as much as an iPhone. Nevertheless, he wandered through the aisle, attempting to locate any books he hadn't acquired yet for the upcoming year.

Moving into the next aisle, his head tilts a little as he takes note of familiar round features and long brown hair. She seemed a bit off in thought, but then again, that was always Hazel. He bites on his lip a little wondering whether or not to approach. It wasn't exactly a hard decision to come to. Smirked still settled on his lips, he strides over to her. "Hey, long time, no see."