Jan 15, 2017
“Yeah--- I’m gonna have to ask you to move. I can’t see shit. You don’t make a good window so I’m sorry if that was your lifelong ambition.”
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“Yeah--- I’m gonna have to ask you to move. I can’t see shit. You don’t make a good window so I’m sorry if that was your lifelong ambition.”
“Shit.”
Head shaking as he dodged question after question from the clamoring students, Dante moving to grab at the side of the door slowly started to edge it close. “I’m not arresting your friend just cause he drank all your beer. Just buy more and label it this time around.” Pushing the dejected student away, he continued. “As tragic as your story is, I think the moral here is if you hadn’t cheated, your little side piece wouldn’t have told your main piece. Just get a new girl, man and maybe be faithful this time around.” Handing out more advice rather than actually handling their minuscule problems, Dante reaching the last student turned to them. “That’s something you need to take up with actual cops. I’m just campus security, lady. I don’t handle stalkers.” Saying the words but immediately feeling a way the moment they left his lips, whistling sharply, he called for her attention. “Drop his information off in my mailbox and I’ll see what I can do.” Not actually saying he’d kick the kid’s ass but certainly marking it as plan a in his head, finally able to close his door to his office he did just that before moving to lean against it. “Needy little bastards.”
Cordelia was sitting on the floor, in the school hallways with her back pressed up against her locker, and she was reading one of her copies of Ernest Hemingway’s For whom the bell tolls. Turning her head around slowly, when she felt someone approach her, she lifted her head and swallowed back the lump in her throat as she stared at a stranger. “Um... Can I - Uh, help you with something?” she questioned carefully.
“Did you just say astronomy club is lame?”
“Where the hell did this rain come from?” Beck’s rich tenor shouted over the patter of rain on concrete. “I think there’s an umbrella in my car if you… need one,” he paused to softly eye both his and his company’s drenched clothing. “But I guess that seems pretty useless now.” His chuckle was, ironically, a dry one when he ran a hair through his wet hair. “Let’s get inside.”
“I’m seriously starting to regret that extra slice right now..”
“Nah, I’m good. Don’t get me wrong--- getting rid of 2016 is worth celebrating with a drink and uh, you lot look like you’re having a great time with it, but I just don’t drink that much.”