location: somewhere on covington’s campus
time: five forty-seven pm, december seventeenth
with: peyton ( @paintingpeyton )
that day, ella had had enough social interaction to last her until the end of the year, and she knew it was only going to get worse. she had a fucking shift that night, what with her being one of the few employees still around during the holidays. usually she’d be happy for the extra spending money (her parents paid for tuition, course books, groceries, and rent only, everything else was up to her) but... well, who could blame her for wanting to curl up and forget the world existed for the next little while? no talking to anyone, no thinking, no nothing, just... sleeping for the next two weeks.
and yet, she still managed to run into yet another person; it seemed, even with less than a hundred people on campus, ella still had the poor luck to run into all of them. and peyton had the poor luck to run into ella while her admittedly extremely long patience was running thin. “hi, peyton. how did your american lit essay turn out?” seeing as ella had basically written the whole thing for her.