“I’m sorry, I need to get a hair cut soon. my hair is just getting so annoying and today is just very unhelpful. Where are you headed?” He asked pushing his hair out of his eyes once more. “You look familliar. You go to school here right?” He asked squinting a little trying to remember where he saw her. Was it at the library? The cafeteria? The mansion? Little John looked away drawing a blank. “Are you in one of my classes? I swear I’ve seen you before. I’m Little John by the way.” He siad holding out his hand for a handshake.
“Arista Morgans.” she mumbled, but accepted his handshake. She was almost positive Little John was in her Intro Anthro class, but she was not about to let herself be recognized. “We have Calculus I together, I think.” A class she wasn’t even taking.










