feelbloom:
@sentimcnts ★ closed starter for eevie
EFFY HATES GROUP PROJECTS. it’s not that she isn’t capable of working well with others, she just … prefers not to do so. besides, it’s always exhausting to deal with other people’s schedules and foolish ideas — and that’s assuming they even make an effort to help at all in the first place. all that being said, she was less than pleased when her professor announced that they will indeed be working in groups for her psychology class this semester. even worse, the groups are assigned. she had hoped that she would get at least a somewhat useful partner assigned, but she quickly realized that that hope was in vain once she found out that eevie is her partner.
it’s not that she necessarily has anything against the other girl, but— okay, maybe effy judges her. just a little. it’s just so clear how little the other girl cares about this class, and effy cannot for the life of her understand being so content with failure.
it doesn’t help that, currently, eevie is late meeting her at the library.
effy sighs, opening her laptop and beginning to type in the group google doc she made when the project was first assigned. when she finally notices the other girl approaching, she doesn’t even look up, lips pursed in annoyance. “ oh, so you have decided to show up after all. very kind of you. ”
FUCK . evie didn’t actually mean to be late , for once . in actual fact , she’d made an elaborate plan in her head to be early just to rub it in effy’s pretentious little face , but of course that was always going to backfire . she knew she was fucked when she got held back from her last class — her own fault , she didn’t do her homework . again . — but then four different people stopped to talk to her on the way to the library . what was she supposed to do , tell them she’d talk later ? being popular is hard work , man .
she’s out of breath when she crashes into the library , immediately catching a glare from the librarian , who has already thrown her out of the building twice this semester . still , she stops for a moment to catch her breath — she has to keep up this cool ( see : disruptive ) facade effy has seen in class , lest the other girl tell the whole school she’s actually a soft ass with the biggest crush on the class nerd . yes , this is college , not high school , but the tropes still stand in evie’s head .
she approaches effy’s table with her hands in her cargo pants pockets , cropped thrasher hoodie hanging off her frame and exposing just a small section of stomach . effy speaks and she scoffs , wrapping her foot around the leg of a chair to pull it out and sit on it . “ well it was either this or hit the skate park with shiloh , and i decided this would be WAY more fun . ” there’s an eye roll that accompanies her last few words , but she’s not completely lying .











