forum The Assassins Academy (Closed)

Started January 13, 2019 by @ElderGod-yellowqueen

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Donovan chuckled and shrugged. "Whatever you say." He walked through a back entrance into the lunch room. "I suppose you want to stay on my back as you order your food?" He was shaking from withheld laughter.

"assuming that we don't get yelled at and you'll let me, yes." Phoebe held her chin up high.

Donovan grinned. "Highly doubt we're gonna get yelled at after the events of today." He went up to the lunch bar, "You need to hold my lunch too though, seeing as how my hands are full." He emphasized by gently squeezing her thighs with mischievous look

Phoebe hummed in content. "Hmm, I can do that. Or I could always clench my thighs nice and tight." She murmured in his ear, nipping at his ear.

Donovan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, not needing her to make another point. But it was too late. Red was in his face again. "It's literally just a sandwich, chips, and a milk in a bag. Just sling it on your arm."

Phoebe giggled as she saw his cheeks turn red. "Two points already and we only just started." She teased him. "Hand me the bags then. Since you don't want me to clench around you."

Donovan made a squeaking noise and covered it up with a cough as he passed the bags up to her.

Phoebe burst out laughing as she took the bags from him. "Oh, you're so adorable." She said in between her giggles. "I'm up to three."

"The fuck?" He complained as he walked away from the food bar. "That did not count as three!"

Phoebe smirked. "Oh yes it does. But don't worry, I won't tell anyone about your little…squeak."

Donovan growled. "We staying in here for lunch or head someplace else?" He snapped.

Phoebe shrugged, a grin still on her lips. "Where ever you want."

Donovan sighed heavily. "Let's just head to my room so I can get my supplies together…"

"Ooh, we're going to your bedroom? I hope we'll be alone." Phoebe teased him.

Donovan just growled again and headed down the hall. "Unfortunately…"

Phoebe laughed. "You're so easy to mess with." She held their dinner bags in one hand so she could wrap her other arm around his neck loosely.

Donovan hated how she was getting to him. He just pushed open the door to his dorm room and closed it behind him. "Alright. Get off."

Phoebe pouted but slid off of him. She sat down on his bed, opening one of the bags and grabbing the sandwich. She took a bite out of it and nearly moaned. She was so hungry just about anything tasted good to her. "Would you mind if I ate your chips?" She asked him after she swallowed her bite.

Donovan gestured. "Go right ahead. But don't skip lunch tomorrow. Ok? I don't care if a friend did die. Take of yourself first." He then turned and opened his closet. Just like his room, it was super organized and preppy. He reached in an pulled out a box labeled "Forensics". He set it on his desk and flopped onto his bed. He grabbed his sandwich and reached under his pillow, pulling out a flask. He popped cap and took a swig. He offered it to Phoebe. "Care for a drink?"

Phoebe rummaged through his bag and pulled out his chips. After she finished her sandwich, she ate his chips, then hers. "I won't." She mumbled. Her eyes widened at the flask. "Oh fuck yes." She reached forward and took it from Donovan. She took a drink, welcoming the burn that came with it.

Donovan chuckled. "Caramel Vodka. One of the best alcoholic beverages on earth. More alcohol content than any crappy beer too." He swung his legs a bit, eating his sandwich.

"Damn right it is." She took another drink from it before passing it to him. She laid down on the bed, putting her head in his lap.

Donovan unconsciously started petting her hair as he took another swig. He brushed her hair out of her face and traced her cheeks.

Phoebe hummed in content and her eyes fluttered close. She turned her cheek into his stomach.

Donovan muttered after another swig, "I really hate labels, you know?" His words were already slurring, indicating that he either had a very low alcohol tolerance or… he had been drinking earlier that day. He kept running his fingers through her hair.

Phoebe opened her eyes, taking the flask from him and taking a swing. "Me too. They're so demeaning. Whatever you get labeled as you have to act like it or else someone will ruin your life." She took another drink before handing it back to him.

Donovan sighed, and swirled the liquid around the canister. "Yeah. People just labelled me as a "Jock" and so they expect me to be super social, not smart, and not interested in anything other than working out in the gym. I mean, seriously?"

Phoebe shrugged. She frowned when his hand stopped petting her hair. She grabbed his hand and put it back on her head. "Yeah, how do you think I feel. I'm supposed to only care about my looks and my clothes. Guys compete to get with me. I'm supposed to be a cold hearted bitch that doesn't care about anyone but herself. Now, granted, I don't care about the way I look, but that's not all I am. But people don't seem to care."

Donovan sighed and kept petting her hair. "I know. But if you step out of your label expectations, they put you down, turn you into trash…"

Phoebe sighed in content, closing her eyes again. "I know, why do you think I do what I do? I take advantage of my label. I let them see me the way I want too. They think I'm going to fail, that perhaps I'll be the next one dead. Jokes on them, because I'm going to come out on top."