madison leans against a tree trunk, sitting criss-cross with an anatomy 101 textbook across her lap. dark eyes travel across the pages. she pauses from time to time, lips attempting to curl around each new word under her breath before she scribbles it down to look into later. snippets of conversation and bursts of laughter from a group of frat boys linger in the background, mostly ignored until –
an ❛ ow ! ❜ slips from her lips at the sudden contact of a frisbee at the side of her head, a hand shooting up to rub at the spot, and she peaks up to find the culprit of her newest bump. she breathes out a chuckle at his rushed apology.
❛ yeah, i’m fine, ❜ she assures him with a nod. ❛ my best friend almost broke my nose with a lacrosse ball – several times. this is nothing. ❜ amusement tugs at the side of her mouth. ❛ sure ! it’s two-one-three i like girls. ❜ with that, she raises a brow at the other.
he sinks into a kneel beside the tree and drags a hand through slightly sweaty, tousled bangs. eyes sweep over the book propped open on her lap, the notes evidently taken along with the reading. “ i would invest in some index cards and markers of good quality. color aids pattern recognition and stimulates specific brain functions. it also brings some more order into your learning. “
laughter spills from his mouth and he does not bother to hide how genuinely IMPRESSED by her casually voiced statements he is. “ several times? your best friend truly sounds like a danger to humankind. he should be more careful with his ( lacrosse ) balls, when pretty girls are nearby. “
a hand comes up to scratch at his cheek, disgustingly confident smile not faltering a bit. “ DAMN. that was the best comeback i’ve heard in a while, shorty. hey --------- if you were ever to decide to take a break from the liking girls business, you could pay me a visit. “