Playing With Fire
@cvjackson
God, could this text be any more boring?
The weather was beautiful, the sun was shining, the temperature was perfect and the birds were singing, but here he was sitting at a table in the courtyard studying. He had to. There was a party tonight at the dorms and he was planning on going so he could see if he could get some extra funds from some fresh faces. So, if he wanted to stay on top of his classes he needed to get his work done now. Technically, he had some wiggle room, this was all for next week, and he was already caught up on this week but he wanted this done and out of the way as soon as possible.
He was a bit distracted though. He took out his wallet and thumbed through the bills he had in there. Funds were a bit tight, to he needed to make sure he came away with something tonight. He hated to admit it, but this was his only source of income. Whatever relatives his parents had never bothered to check on him and see if he needed help (being expelled from his previous school was probably a huge factor in this) and his work load was way too much for him to get a job here. So he says.
With an irritated sigh he shoves his wallet back into his pocket and goes back to writing his notes until he feels another pair of eyes on him. He knows this gaze well. It’s one of irritation and it’s not foreign to him at all. His was of making money never really sat well with a whole lot of people, mostly because they were on the losing end, and he accepted that he was bound to get on someone’s bad side. Plastering on a polite, but fake smile he turns to the source, almost chuckling when he sees who it is.
“If you wanna go another round I’ll be at that dorm party tonight. Why not wait until then?”