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Aiden Chase / Senior / Lamda Chi Alpha / Playboy Extraordinaire Cardio Club / Student Government / Lacrosse Captain / Soccer Captain / Swimming

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vance--b:

That was the thing about Aiden, how he seemed to infuriate her– how he turned the girl who was usually so peppy and gracing a smile, to frown and roll her eyes more than she thought imaginable. Though moments ago any description he may have mentioned when it came to actions of teasing sparked a few images in her mind, she swiftly brushed them away– choosing not to get sidetracked. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes automatically at his spectrum of how little he cared, which didn’t bother as such, because she too didn’t care about what he got up to, but it was the nature of their conversation that seemed to lure her into a childish debate. Leading down the staircase also, she quirked a brow as he spoke, shaking her head a little. “If you don’t care, don’t make comments. Just ignore people, and their actions it’s just that easy.” 

“And rob myself of such stimulating conversations? That’d be doing a massive disservice. Though I wasn’t aware my life was yours to dictate, sweetheart. Last I checked, I’m allowed to comment on anything I’d like. Especially when the stupidity attached to it warrants it. Case in point. Does the weather count?” His lip ticked upwards in the corner and he laughed. “ As I said, I was merely making a point. What you do has no affect on me whatsoever. You’re the one dragging the topic onwards. So either you care that I don’t care or you’ve made this so important to yourself for unfathomable reasons. Otherwise, you would’ve already gone off to whatever it is you claim you need to be doing instead. What was it you said? Ignore people and their actions? Might wanna take up your own advice; dishing without being able to take it isn’t the best way to make a point.”

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vance--b:

As soon as his mouth began to move, Vance could feel her patience wearing thin. It was apparent that every time they spoke he always had to have the last word, twisting what she had said in order to make it negative. All in all, he seemed to have a knack for turning her points into a way of showing how powerless she was, or how unpopular she seemed to fall from him– not that she listened, it was obviously a defense mechanism and Vance wasn’t one to be torn down by petty words, especially considering they were merely his opinion, which was low on her part. Despite the urge to argue with her further, she inhaled a sharp breath, choosing to take the high ride regardless of how hard he seemed to make that for her. Sarcasm was a language that Vance was fluent in, and when it came to Aiden it was a recurring thing. With a forced smile twisting on her face she shook her head a little, lifting her arm to grip her fingers tight around her bag strap. “I don’t know if this is some kind of foreplay for you, but I’m not indulging in.. Whatever this is. I actually have somewhere to be, which is none of your business.” Oh no she couldn’t leave it there. “..Neither is where I sleep, and who I sleep with for that matter, so keep your opinions to yourself.” 

“Foreplay is when I grab someone’s thigh, nuzzle their neck, bite their ear, suck on their neck or anything else within reach of my mouth, finger them, and for some, when I lick them into oblivion. Clearly you werne’t paying attention last time, or else this is a very strange way to ask for a refresher. This is me killing a few minutes. Don’t start to think you’re actually important.” He bounded down the stairs, pausing at the bottom to swipe a bottle of beer from one of his frat brothers walking by. “Also,” he added, swiveling on his heel at the bottom of the stairs, “I never claimed it was my business nor do I give a shit. You came up with that conclusion on your own. It’s literally impossible for me to careless because I don’t care at all.” He reached over and slammed his palm against the top of the beer bottle on the railing. It popped off into his hand and he took a swig. “I was just making a point.”

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vance--b:

“Guess you just bring it out in me..” She quirked her brow a little as a hybrid between an over exaggerated grin and a smirk seemed to curl across her rosy lips. Her steps came easy to her, it was almost like it was automatic, as much as she hated to admit it she was drawn to him in a way she couldn’t explain– considering the majority of their words exchanged were digs and witty comments. Her eyes roamed over him for a moment, he definitely brought out this agitation in her that she hadn’t felt towards anyone else before, he seemed to get under her skin with such ease. This was the first time she had come into a close proximity to him since their adventure in the library, which she couldn’t believe had actually occurred– though it didn’t matter how much he annoyed her she couldn’t deny her attraction to him, unless it was outloud, that was a no go. “Lovely catching up, but I’ve got somewhere to be..” 

“Don’t be so proud. Being so susceptible to outside influences only capitalizes on a weak mind.” He paused for a minute, his head tilting to the side. “Though that does explain a lot where you’re concerned.” His eyes narrowed for a moment, catching her looking at him only to drift upwards for a fleeting moment. Not that he expected any less, second-glances were commonplace and normal. When it came to her, though, half the time he wanted to give her another reason to look and half the time he wanted to stab her eyeballs out with a rusty fork. It was an interesting combination to feel at once. Sooner or later the scale would tip to one side or the right; right now he was leaning towards the former. Not that he’d be the first to crack. “You say that to me like you actually have something to do. Mattress surfing doesn’t count.”

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anniefyncanhappen:

“Only in your dreams, loser! Based on the way you are speaking, I am pretty sure you know nothing. I can notice you are these kind of people that play games on Facebook and keep spamming others with annoying invitations and still think you’re a gamer. I can fit my hand in your mouth if you keep being a jerk. Dude, I can even speak out loud, but nobody has the right to reply the way you did. But it is your attitude and I won’t let it bring me down. And honestly, I need to be thankful to you since I’m way awaken now.”

“I know nothing. Right. How wrong that sentence in it’s mere existence just tickles me. Though I’ll allow you to continue thinking that way; simple people find joy out of simple beliefs I suppose. Don’t say I didn’t do you a favor. Unlike most people, though, I don’t use Facebook for that reason. Besides, those “games” aren’t even worth my time. There’s no strategy; lining up colored candy or tending to a farm is child’s play. Quite literally. If you’re going to threaten me at least try to rub two brain cells together to make it leave some sort of an impact. Last I checked I do have that right; the polite police isn’t a recognized civil force, sorry for you. And your’e welcome.”

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vance--b:

It was a common thing for Vance to stray from her own apartment on a daily basis, there was something about being alone that didn’t sit right with the brunette. Although she was independent, and she didn’t have the necessity to be around others, in the spirit of being spontaneous it was much more entertaining with company. Whether it was a party, a walk on the beach, a trip out for food she wasn’t one to turn down the opportunity. Given Vance’s ongoing reputation of having a fear of commitment, and only wanting to have fun it served well, minus her rummage to find her clothing which was in every direction of the male’s room– getting herself dressed and suitable before casually finding her way out. She knew a few of the brothers of the household, and she wasn’t really one to be bashful of situations such as these– she was quirking a brow at the few comments hurled her way as she made her way down the corridor, with a moment of silence before she heard her a door slam behind her. 

Slowing down her pace to grasp her hair up, scooping it into a neat yet messy combination of a bun before pulling the hair tie over, it was the familiar voice behind her that suddenly jerked her out of her daze. She knew that voice all too well, the tone and everything made her jaw clench. Glancing over her shoulder at the male she rolled her eyes as her arms folded over her torso with a slight smirk. “Are you always so bitter in the morning?” 

“Black coffee is envious of me,” he replied to the quirk of her mouth. He couldn’t say he was surprised to see her strolling down the hall. If his frat bros wanted his sloppy seconds, they had a decent sized trail to follow to their heart’s content. He twisted his key in the lock and then jiggled the handle to be sure it was indeed closed. For all he knew he could return and have a surprise guest—he glanced at Vance out of the corner of his eye—and there were very few people whose appearance after classes wouldn’t bother him. Some people were crazy enough to find their way in. It wouldn’t be the first time. He hooked his bag over his shoulder and headed for the stairs. “Are you always so pungent?”

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anniefyncanhappen:

“For your information I’m talking to myself and try to guess? I care about myself. Chess, really? I bet you would need to cheat to win against me. Besides that, Hearthstone is one of the biggest e-sport these days. I am a pro on this game. I could be competing but sadly I’m here having a discussion with a stupid person that know nothing about games.”

“That’s a bet you’d lose. Funny that you think I know nothing about games. I’ll just let you continue to make that wrong assumption based off...what, exactly?  Hasn’t anyone ever taught you not to make assumptions, by the way? Something about making an ass of yourself... Congratulations, you fit that mold right away. By the way, speaking aloud, whether to oneself or not, tends to illicit a response to some degree. Here’s a tip, if you don’t want one, don’t say anything.”

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{ @vance--b }

Aiden swiped his finger against his ringing phone screen and let out a long breath. Only a few more months and then he’d be done with this place, he’d finally get everything he worked for, and he’d run things the way he wanted. If he didn’t have to keep going home during vacations he wouldn’t but it was a small price to pay to ensure that the company hand-off would be one smooth transition. It was good to be back around his frat brothers, he had to admit. Spending the night tearing each other apart and drinking to their hearts content was sorely needed. But now he had one more semester to tackle. Might as well get it over with. He rolled out of bed and threw on some jeans, a t-shirt, and a light jacket. He still had enough time to grab something before class. As he slung his bag over his shoulder he pulled open his door and then he hummed, spying a tip-toing figure at the end of the hall. “You know we reserve the right to call the police for trespassers, right?” he commented while locking his door.

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anniefyncanhappen:

“Seriously, I think watching Hearthstone championship last night wasn’t a good idea. Damn timezones changes.” Annie murmured while trying to keep herself awaken. She had promised to her mates that she would cheer for them. Now she regrets a little.

“Whine to people who care. I’m pretty sure no one can spare any sympathy, especially with your choice of poison. Hearthstone? Really? Couldn’t watch anything less nerdy. Like chess?”

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“Happy Holidays to you and your families from the staff at Seacrest Cove University! We’d like to thank you for your hard work this school year and look forward to seeing your return to campus after winter break has ended. Please, enjoy your time with your loved ones and have a wonderful holiday hiatus. 

On behalf of the board members, professors, and all the staff at Seacrest Cove University, please enjoy this complimentary gift basket as our way of saying we hope merry tidings are coming your way.”

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beauryker:

Beau missed the GILF comment and the humorous threat on Iva’s behalf, settling to focus on the final comment that Aiden made. He felt like the other man was following suit with their brotherly banter, but at the same time, Beau could tell that Aiden really believed the words he was spewing. Which was absolutely unacceptable. “From frat brother to president,” Beau drawled, shaking his head in what he hoped would be conveyed as good humor. “I was the opposite of coddled, man, but whatever helps you sleep at night.” 

Aiden didn’t bother to hide the disdain that flashed across his face at Beau’s president comment. He still saw the results as a fluke. No one worked harder than he did when it came to Lamda Chi and to be passed over for president...astounded him. He chocked it up to others having lost their collective minds to go with Ryker as their president but, that was a hill they’d have to die on. He may have to deal with it but that didn’t mean he had to accept it. Still, a chuckle passed through his lips and he lifted his eyebrows in a sure “Then they must have dropped you on your head. Maybe you should sit down. Delusions of grandeur are a bad sign.”

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vance--b:

She didn’t want to toot her own horn, but she could see that her words, as well as her actions were taking their toll on his body, though in turn he seemed to have the exact same effect on her. She was fairly wrapped up in the end result, and although it was dragged out the anticipation was killing her. With her orbs darting back down to his lips, and roaming over his physique she couldn’t wait for him to be close to once again– the breath of his neck on her neck, lips on her skin. Inhaling a deep breath her eyes narrowed a little, a spark of mischief twinkling in her chocolate brown eyes. “Oh you have no idea..” She almost whispered, in a more seductive tone as she leant forward a little, engaging his eye contact again. At his words she glanced down for a moment, getting a small glimpse of reality that she was still in her Halloween outfit, head to toe in leather and lace and a pair of fallen angel wings. It only made sense that she removed them, especially if they were going to wedge themselves down a small aisle, last thing the pair needed was feathers in the way. 

Curving her shoulders back she curled her thumbs underneath the straps, pulling them down with ease over her arms and down onto the floor. They were easy to abandon mostly because they didn’t cost her much, and they weren’t really her priority at the moment– she was sure that considering the occasion of the night that there would be weirder things spread across campus by morning. “Done..” She added, in a ‘your wish is my command’ sort of way, giving him an expression of intrigue at what was going to happen next– what was his next move. In her mind she was wondering why they were still standing in their location and not pressed up against one another somewhere more cosy. At his comment, she stepped a little closer towards him, running a finger down from his collar bone, slowly down his chest and towards his belt, leaning her lips so she was close enough for them almost to touch. “I think I want your undivided attention.” 

His lip twitched upwards in the corner, partially due to the burning trail down his front left in the path of his touch and part of it due to her practically being putty in his hands at this point. Without another word, he turned on his heel and barged back in through the front doors of the library, briefly motioning over his shoulder for Vance to follow him. He kept his head on a constant swivel to be sure that the place was empty, not that he really cared if it was. If anyone wanted to take a peek he wouldn’t shut them down; they could pick up some tips from him. But he was on the hunt for one of the less traveled sections. He paused. History would do.

“I know it’s a library, but feel free to be as loud as you want. The louder the better, in fact.”

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One thing that Vance had stopped doing the second their lust filled encounter had began was think, about anything other than the end result she so clearly desired. Her hands were working their way over the taut muscles of his  physique– with all his sports and activities she was more than sure of what was under his shirts, but it didn’t help to feel it for herself. The second his lips parted from her own, her jaw dropped a little, her chest heaving from the heated breath that sprung from within. She took a moment to close her eyes, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she felt his thumb trail her neck, she was fully prepared for any kind of teasing motions he was going to play. To her surprise he spoke, snapping her out of the daze she was happily sunk into. She narrowed her eyes a little as she arched her back, tilting her head back before she composed herself, licking her bottom lip as her eyes bounced back to him. Getting wrapped up into their situation she was more than likely to allow him to have her way with him in the alley, but other means of sneaking around applied to her also. 

Not that she was embarrassed, because her sexual activities really had nothing to do with anyone– it was her own damn business, but she wasn’t sure if she wanted the whole campus to see her locking lips with Aiden Chase. She had a suspicion he was playing a game, and at this point she was going to get her own way, even if that meant saying what he needed to hear. If she they hadn’t already kissed, got involved in physical contact– the adrenaline still running wild within her, she was more than happy to deny him the satisfaction but in this case it was ruining the fun for her also, and she would say the words if it meant getting him to finish what they started. “Oh, it’s going somewhere Chase. Let’s just see how sturdy when I’m done with you..” She teased, raising her eyebrow a little as she grazed her lip with her teeth. The sooner they could get there the better. 

As if in a trance, his eyes followed her tongue as it swiped across her lower lip. He’d put it to good use later. whether he was sucking on it or it trailed across his body he didn’t exactly have a preference. Just so long as it kept her (relatively) quiet and made him feel good in the end. “Oh that’s cute. So long as you can back those words up.” Not that he’d ever admit it but she’d piqued his curiosity a little. He wasn’t so sure what kind of girl she was like though she did have a few experiences to live up to if not outright surpass (though that was a long shot. They’d be dethroning the “Ice Queen” and that was an insurmountable feat in any part of their reality). Still, he wasn’t against figuring it out. Just so long as the outcome wasn’t one he’d come to regret in the future. He all but growled at the sensation of her teeth grazing against his lower lip and he all but grabbed her to lead her inside. “First thing’s first—take off those damn wings. I’m not fucking you with those stupid things on. I would like to actually be able to fit down aisle. Unless you like the chance of some repressed freshman to jizz his pants next to you while bent over a table.”

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beauryker:

“I’m into cougars, man. Who doesn’t want a MILF? Speaking of–tell your stepmom to stop texting me.” Beau paused, snorting lightly to follow his words. Aiden dished out childlike insults just as much as he did in return, but Beau supposed it was fine, as they shared the same Greek bloodline. “What Iva doesn’t know won’t hurt her. Besides–she does deserve better. And I’m the best of the best.” 

“MILF is one thing, GILF is another. The latter’s more your speed, don’t delude yourself into thinking otherwise.” His eye twitched ever-so-slightly at the mention of his step-mom—if she could even be considered one—but he let the comment slide. Fair game is fair game after all. He leaned back in his chair and actually laughed aloud at Beau’s statement, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “No, what Iva doesn’t know will hurt you. Please let me know when she finds out—I’ll be the first to sign your cast.” He drummed his fingers on the arm of his chair and looked Beau up and down, clicking his tongue. “Someone’s coddled you if you actually think that’s true. Because you’re talking to the best and all I see is chump change.”

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beauryker:

Beau snorted. He was always pleased to see that Aiden didn’t miss a beat either when it came to throwing back what was dished out to him. There weren’t a lot of people on campus that he considered to be an equal to him, but Aiden was closer than anyone else was, he supposed. After a beat, he shrugged, a toothy grin lighting his face. “Whoever’s lookin’, I guess. But you know I’m trying to take one of the sorority presidents to Grad day. Gotta have that power couple thing going on. Fitzgerald, maybe. Zotrova, if Lowell wasn’t already all over her shit.” 

“So just your grandmother then? Or nuns. You’ll score big points with the cougars. The desperate ones anyway with the sagging tits and the melting faces.” His following chuckle was brief before it turned into a full-out snort-like scoff. “The fact that you think Iva would even consider you when you’re considering Fitzgerald as well kills your chances more than Lowell being a pussy does. Besides the fact that she could do better.”

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beauryker:

“I’m everyone’s type, bro.” Beau shot back without a beat, cocking a brow at his fellow frat brother. He was always down to mess around with the boys in Lambda (and on frat row in general) and he had the most in common with Aiden, which made him alright to hang out with. “When are you going to give in to my charm, man?”

“When you actually offer something worth giving you a second look for,” he replied, crossing his arms at Beau’s cocked brow. If there was anyone on campus that could rival him, he would (begrudgingly) admit that Beau Ryker was it. From the moment they met he knew they’d either somewhat get along or kill each other. Surprisingly they both still stood to see senior year. “Whose skirt were you aiming to chase with those sad moves?”

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beauryker:

“Boom. That’s how you do it, baby.” 

“Fuckin’ shit, Ryker, how many times do I have to tell you that you’re not my type?” He’s joking, of course, but even he can’t go long without trying to poke holes in Beau’s illusions of grandeur.