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Annabelle was shocked how he seemed not to care. “That’s a bit sadistic isn’t it?”

“   uh  huh    …   ”      cracks  an  irresistible  smile.      “   so  you  make  out  with  all  your  colleagues    ?      doesn’t  seem  very  professional  to  me,      PROFESSOR  CALLAHAN   …   ”

“     ONLY  THE  ONES   over  six  feet  named  jeremy      .      happen  to  know  anyone  that  fits  the  bill     ,      professor  moore     ?      ”       safely  away  from  college  grounds     ,     links  fingers  with  her  partner  and  LEANS  INTO  HIS  SIDE     .       “      how  was  your  day      ,      champ     ?      ”

“Sometimes I really wonder why we picked this job, why being teachers? Why professors at college?” she questioned her colleague and shook her head lightly before looking to Ruth. “He threw up in the middle of the room, literally got up and stood in the middle for a good minute and upchucked all over the place,” Kat said with her nose scrunched up in disgust. “It’s like teaching fucking toddlers. I know there’s a killer on the loose, but Jesus Christ.” 

“      SEE      ,       I  BECAME  a  professor  for  the  humiliation  factor      .      ”       a  lie      .           ruth  adores  history      ,       wanted   to  ensure  it’s  cultivation  to  younger  generations  would  be  delivered  with  careful  hands     ,    FERVOR      .       but  where’s  the  amusement  in  admitting  as  much      ?       “       that  kid      ,      highly  recommend  you  exclusively  refer  to  him  as  vomit  boy     .      encourage  his  peers  to  join  in      .       let  that  singular  moment  of  irritation  for  you  become  his  SAD      ,      REGRETFUL  legacy  at  levins      .      ”

Unknown: Alright I'm bored again already. Time for a fun voting round!

Unknown: Give me a name for who you think deserves to bite the dust next or your name's going down on my hit list, and don't give me the pathetic "I'm edgy so I'm not going to give you anyone" or I'll personally visit you in the middle of the night and slit your throat.

ginger: uhhhhhhhhhnghhhhhhhhg

Quinn was hyper focused on the bucket she had placed over the door earlier. She was starting to get impatient waiting for a victim to pass under it and fall prey to her amazing prank, and was just about to give up when she saw someone starting to enter. With a giddy smile and a slight of pixie magic she knocked the bucket over and glitter went spilling all over the unfortunate person that walked underneath it. She began to laugh herself into a hysteric over the mess she had made, every time she pulled a prank like this she thought it was a better idea than sliced bread. “Oh man you shoulda seen your face, priceless. I’m definitely doing this one again. Might want to take time getting all that all off you, I heard it gets in like every crack.”

GLITTER  FALLS  IN  TROVES  ,     coating  her  wing’s  pristine  feathers  and  her  silky  gold  locks.     a  harpy  with  pride  ,     ruth’s  temper  soars  like  the  harsh  winds  that  summon  her   .     lips  cement  into  a  hard  line  ,      eyes  narrow  .      “      QUINN  .      darling  ,     cherub  .     IS  YOUR  BRAIN  LEAKING     ?     ”     wings  spread  and  ruffle  ,    futile  attempt  to  shake  glitter  from  her  feathers   .      aims  a  singular  clawed  finger  in  the  young  pixie’s  direction   .     “    keep  your  tricks  for  other  beasts  .    or  so  help  me  zeus  ,      i’ll  hook  you  with  my  talons  and  DROP  YOU  FROM  THE  GOD  DAMN  CLOCK  TOWER  .     ”

“      i  guess  this  is  what  happens  when  you  try  to  help  a  girl  out  these  days,      you  get  fucking  stabbed.      this  is  the  age  we’re  living  in.      THIS  IS  2018.      ”

ginger  extends  her  fist  by  max’s  mouth,    feigning  a  microphone  held  between  her  fingers.     rolls  out  question  as  if  a  journalist.     “    MAXIMILIAN  SMOLINSKI,     would  you  say  it  was  worth  getting  stabbed  to  almost  bone  miss  ginger  pratt    ?        ”

“      uhhh,      i’m  okay,      y’know,      not  high    !     relatively  chill  for  this  situation.     ”

“     i  can  try  to  be  less  high    ?      i  should  probably  get  out  of  this  bath  tub.     and  eat.    eat  some  food.    you  like  food,     max     ?     ”

Unknown: Glad to know you guys don't need me to tear each other apart.

    “ uhhh ba- duhh- uhhhh ” the student managed to respond, not much of a help to anyone really. “ help? ” it was at this moment that chase realized he had no reason to really come to a study club. “ uhhh yeah, yeah. help me with like, everything. ”

gaze  narrows  to  a  squint.     chin  perched  atop  her  knuckles,     ruth  humors  him.     “     i’m  unfortunately  not  a  life  coach,     mister  kleinman,     so    like,     everything,     may  be  a  bit  beyond  me.      but  let’s  look  over  your  notes  to  see  if  you’ve  covered  all  your  bases  for  a  start.    ”

“Snuggies are still a thing? I thought those guys got outdated like, seven years ago. I could go for some hot cocoa though, maybe pour some kahlua in there to add a little punch in it if you know what I mean.” Brodie crossed his arms and rolled his eyes playfully. “Trust me I have no troubles getting another warm body near me, I just breathe and the ladies come flocking to me.” He gave her a shameless flirty wink to emphasize his point.

“    excuse  you,    IS  COMFORT  STILL  A  THING    ?     don’t  come  for  snuggies,    a  blanket  that  you  can  wear     ?     that’ll  always  be  relevant  to  me.     ”     molly  taps  her  nose,     “    kahlua  in  the  hot  chocolate,     MY  KINDA  BEVERAGE.     ”     she  mirrors  his  eye  roll  when  met  with  a  wink,    laughing.     “    alright,    easy  there,    cowboy.     i’m  a  taken  woman,     so  you  can  go  ahead  and  keep  all  that  for  the  flocking  ladies.      ”

Eliza was trying her best to finish writing a chapter for her book, but as she read through the lines it all sounded like a three year old had scribbled through the pages. She crumpled up the papers in front of her and set them aside with a heavy sigh, how was she supposed to write this in her sisters memory if she was just going to be coming up with garbage like this? “Ugh, I’ve got killer writers block right now.” She rubbed the side of her head in frustration, and turned to the person near her. “You have any ideas on how to get the brain flowing with creation again?”

“     UHH,    FOOD      ?     i’m  not  a  writer  so  i  can’t  speak  for  that  kind  of  block.     but  when  i’m  stuck  for  inspiration,     i  just  open  ubereats  on  my  phone  and  order  something  i’ve  never  tried  before.     MAYBE  YOU  COULD     ...     read  something  you’ve  never  read  before    ?     or  just  do  the  food  thing.     ”      beau  shrugs.     “    was  any  of  that  helpful    ?     ”

Mike nodded in approval and pulled from the curb and headed to the nearest Diner. “Aw thanks. I just love history a lot, and I don’t seem to upset kids so I think it’s a good combination. What about you?” He glanced over at Ginger and frowned before reaching back and holding out the extra clothes he had brought with him. “Here. You’re going to be cold so you should just wear my clothes I brought along.” Mike laughed along with her, but his was more shaky and nervous. “ I’ll tell you, but you have to pinky promise not to tell anyone. It’s a tie between two of them, Stanley and Georgie. I feel like Stanley is sort of kicked under the rug out of all of the crew, so I gotta watch out for him a lot. With Georgie, it’s just practically impossible to find a single flaw with that kid, she’s so positive despite what she’s been through. Sometimes I think everyone in the losers forget she’s still only seventeen though, and she needs friends outside our group of twenty plus year old’s. She’s trying, but they’re making it hard for her to do her own thing. I just want her to know that she has the support she needs or she might get discouraged y’know?”

“    you  don’t  seem  to  upset  them    ?    PFFFT,     alright,    humble  ass.    i  bet  they  love  you.     me    ?    i  am  studying  to  be  a  lawyer.     corporate.    i  wanna  make  lots  of  money  and  prove  big  business  men  wrong,     so.     ”      ginger  accepts  the  clothes,      and  is  again  shocked  at  mike’s  endless  altruism.      “    thank  you,    my  knight  in  shining     ...    cardigans    ?    I’LL  RETURN  THESE,     y’know,     after  a  good  few  days  of  the  comfort  that  is  wearing  a  boy’s  sweater.      ”    she  does  all  she  can  to  not  full  on  flash  him  whilst  wiggling  out  of  the  towel  and  into  actual  clothes.    the  edge  to  his  laughter  doesn’t  go  unnoticed.      “     hey,    PINKY  PROMISE  and  stamp  it.    my  lips  are  sealed.     ”     features  descend  into  sincerity,    listening  to  him  talk  about  his  friends.     ginger’s  favorite  friend  changes  weekly,   depending  on  who  had  helped  her  get  laid  or  bought  her  a  big  mac.       “     georgie,    she  was  attacked  by  that  psycho,    huh    ?    GOD,     poor  kid.     it’s  good  she’s  got  you,     YOU’RE  A  GOOD  FRIEND,    mike.     ”

“Well, you are my favorite professor.“ he grinned. He was sucking up, but it came from a place of sincerity too. Hayner’s face dropped at the mention of his hands. He tucked them in the pockets of his jacket to hide the red and purple discoloring, although everyone in the room had already seen them. “Alright, fine. Just for a week though. If you try and extend it, I’m going to have a lot of people pissed off for cancelling their weekend activities.” he exhaled, “It’s just a little fighting– I’m making money and supporting myself. I don’t see why that’s so bad? I’m not drug dealing.”

“     MHM.     first  of  all,    YOU’RE  NOT  SLICK,     hayner  biggs.     ”    ruth  informs,    finger  pointed  at  his  grin.       lowers  her  tone,     audible   only  between  the  two  of   them.    “    second,    get  your  hands  out  of  your  pockets  cause  you  look  like  a  child  that  just  got  caught  stealing  from  the  cookie  jar.     NOW  LISTEN,     you  are  too  smart  to  be  doing  what  you’re  doing.     not  only  could  it  land  you  knee  deep  in  all  kinds  of  shit,     it  could  ruin  your  chances  at  grad  school.     but,    i’ll  let  it  fly,    because  i’m  not  your  mom  and  because  A  GROWN  MAN  OUGHTA’  come  to  his  own  senses  about  his  stupidity.     there  are  better  ways  to  support  yourself.     ”

Despite Ruth confirming her joke as a threat, a wide smile spread across Quinn’s face. “Honestly Ms. Callahan, you could threaten and even kill me right now and I’d probably thank you. That’s just how amazing you are.” She was already pulling out her note book and opening it to blank pieces of paper, and nodded as the professor went on. “That’s a pretty heavy business offer, you got yourself a deal. Although I’m not sure the others will want me helping, I’ll try my best because I’m doing it for you of course. And the stickers.” The little nickname at the end gave Quinn a pep in her step as she quickly started to read through and jot down her schoolwork, because in all honesty the last thing she wanted to do was disappoint Ruth.

“    now,     DON’T  START,    miss  hayashi,      ”      ruth  warns.     though,     finds  herself  unable  to  entirely  stifle  a  smile.      professor  doesn’t  desire  to  be  praised,     she  knows  what  she’s  worth  and  what  being  good  at  her  job  looks  like.      still,     growing  fond  of  particular  students  isn’t  beyond  her.     quinn  happens  to  be  one  of  them.      “    trust  me,    some  of  the  students  here  NEED  ALL  THE  HELP  they  can  get.    consider  it  your  good  deed  for  the  week,     aiding  the  less  fortunate.    ”    ruth  removes  the  first  gold  sticker  and  places  it  neat  atop  the  back  of  quinn’s  palm.      “    thank  you  kindly.    ”

“What’s in it? Is there a cream center?“ She asked looking at the souffle. 

“    i  offer  free  food,    and  i  get  questioned  in  return    ?    SIS,      no,    there’s  not  a  cream  center.    caramel,    egg,    butter,    my  hopes  and  dreams.     try  it.      ”