forum High school/university rp

Started March 24, 2018 by @blue_topaz

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Dylan thought back to his schedule. "Uh…some math class or something."

She nodded. "I have no clue what I have. . ." Quinn paused to think. "I might be in your class."

“Hey guys.”, Calypso greeted, coming over.

Dylan smiled as he saw Calypso come over. "Hey. What were you busy doin'?"

Calypso’s cheeks flushed pink. “Nothing. You guys?”

"Nothing." She grinned, raising a brow. "The color of your face begs to differ."

Calyso’s cheeks changed from pink to bright red. “Nothing out of the ordinary.”

Quinn sighed, deciding not to ask. "So, do you guys want to come to the arcade at five? Dylan's in. We'll be hanging out with Jason and some of his friends too."

“Sure! As long as we actually spend some time outside afterwards.”, she joked.

Quinn laughed, picking up her skateboard. It was beat up, but it could work, a few stickers strewn across the bottom of the board. "We can walk around after."

"You guys feel free to walk. I'm sticking to what I know, thanks." Dylan stated, pointing to the roller blades on his feet.

"Of course," Quinn sighed, glancing down at his skates and back at Dylan. "Your skates. Do you ever use your feet?"

"Inside my dorm, yeah. I don't wanna scratch up the wood." He grinned.

"Why am I not surprised." She laughed, grabbing her bag and slipping it on her back.

(Good morning!)

“What’s your next class?”

"Some math thing." Dylan stated. "It's an advanced class in Harper Hall, that's all I know."

“Cool! I think my next class is… hmm. It’s a Theory class, in philosophy I think.”

Quinn looked through her phone and found her schedule. "Same here. . . Harper Hall Advanced Mathematics."

Dylan nodded. "I guess we have at least one class together." He paused. "Hey Calypso, who was that guy talking to you earlier? What was his name…Darren?"

“Damian.”, Calypso replied easily, leaning back against the fountain.

Ah, that jerk. "Mhm, so this…Damian…do you like him?" Dylan asked, remembering the overheard conversation between Damian and Calypso.

(Oh Dylan)

Calypso willed herself not to blush, laughing and feigning nonchalance. “Dylan, I met him an hour ago! Why do you care anyways?” She set down her guitar case and binder.

Quinn looked between Dylan and Calypso, trying not to smile. "Huh, you met him an hour ago. . . but you seem to like him."

Calypso shifted her guitar case with her foot, hoping they wouldn't ask about it. "What is this, an interrogation? And I don't! Like him, I mean."

She sighed and decided not to press on. "Look, it's fine if you like him or not." Quinn glanced at Dylan, hoping this wouldn't give him another reason to be even more jealous.

Dylan crossed his arms, possible insults to tell Damian flying around in his head. "So you like him huh? So, does he like you?"

Her sea green eyes glanced from Calypso to Dylan, waiting for them to answer. {This isn't going to end well. . .} Quinn thought, but she didn't say anything out loud.

Calypso could see exactly what he was trying to do here, and she wasn't about to let him do it. "Why do you care anyways? Are you jealous, or just plain rude?", she snapped, picking up her guitar and binder and striding away without looking back or waiting for an answer.