Staring Down the Barrel of a 45

Xander opened one eye, titling his head just enough to get a look at the stranger poking his head into the room. He didn’t look familiar, but Xander barely took notice of anything that wasn’t drunk and shirtless. “You speaking from experience there?” he asked, his lips curved into a hint of a smile.

Pushing the door further open, Marcus leaned against the frame. His grin twisted to a full smirk. “She was an Algebra book. Driest shit I’ve ever had the displeasure to fuck.” Eyebrows raising, he looked past the guy to the book. “So what fine book is your lady love?” 

“Stupid goddamn…” Xander muttered to himself, getting more and more frustrated by the second. He’d been forcing himself to read a textbook for almost thirty minutes, but none of the information seemed to getting through to his mind. After reading the same sentence for the fifth time he slammed the book closed. “Fuck it,” he mumbled, leaning back in the chair and closing his eyes.

Walking down the hallway, Marcus was headed out to see about a small drug run with his old crew when he heard the small thump. Curiosity getting the better of him, the male poked his head inside the already open door to one of the fraternity bedrooms. Noticing the other male along with his book, Marcus’ eyebrows perked up. “I’ve heard you don’t want to fuck paper man, leaves all kinds of scratches in a very not nice place.” 

A voice broke through Marcus’ concentration, causing him to look down at the girl. His eyebrows came together at her question and for a second he wasn’t quite sure he knew what she was talking about. His mind had been so wrapped up with other things in that moment that someone coming up and asking him questions left him looking like an idiot. “The Murder House? Oh..wait..yeah..I live there…why?” 

“I live there, too,” Em replied, smiling. “You just looked kind of familiar so I thought I’d ask you… Sorry if that was uhh… if that was weird, or anything.” She ran a hand through her hair. “Kind of silly how we can live in the same house and not know each other, huh?”

Nodding, Marcus bit his lip. "Yeah...I think there's tons of people I haven't met in that house...." He answered, his hands digging themselves into the pocket of his jeans. "Marcus."

Looking down at her phone, Emerson wasn’t paying much attention to her surroundings as she made her way down the sidewalk, stopping just before the edge, waiting to cross the street. The brunette looked up, watching for the signal. As she waited, she saw someone out of the corner of her eye, someone she thought looked rather familiar. “Hey, do you live at the Murder House, or like… visit a lot?” She asked, looking over at him.

A voice broke through Marcus’ concentration, causing him to look down at the girl. His eyebrows came together at her question and for a second he wasn’t quite sure he knew what she was talking about. His mind had been so wrapped up with other things in that moment that someone coming up and asking him questions left him looking like an idiot. “The Murder House? Oh..wait..yeah..I live there...why?”