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aylaxc:

“Just because I have an attitude, that automatically means I’m in need of a good fuck?”

“In my experience? Pretty much.”

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aylaxc:

“I haven’t fucked any shitty guys recently. Thank God..”

“Then what’s with the attitude?”

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aylaxc:

“And sometimes if we do say something they laugh and wave it off because they’re selfish assholes and care about getting themselves off more, because apparently we’re too high maintenance or some crap.” 

“Stop fucking whatever shitty guys you’ve been fucking.”

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aylaxc:

“Maybe not to your face. I wonder how many girls had to fake it.”

“You don’t have as much sex as I do without getting good at it. Freshman year I’m sure there was a bunch, but not these days. What is it with chicks and falling back on that as an insult? If you’re not getting fucked the way you like say something. It’s not rocket science.”

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wtfmaqqie:

The arrogance rung clear in his voice so she only laughed, “Not too sure about that, unless you’re willin’ to defend a murderer, knowin’ all the while they might be guilty. But I suppose checkin’ out some girls in pencil skirts and eatin’ some cake might qualify you.” She could feel his eyes burning into her skin, more specifically her legs and she couldn’t help but feel some satisfaction run throughout her as she straightened herself out a bit more. Though, at his next words, only confusion sprang to her features. “Believe it or not, sweetheart, but I spend most of my days as a busy girl. I don’t have much time for gossipin’ or rumours. I’m not just some pretty bubble head sorority girl – and also, I don’t particularly listen to girls who speak around me. Trust me when I say I’ve heard quite the share of words in my life. I’ve learned there’s always more to a story,” she explained with a shrug, walking over to the trash can to stuff the papers she had left into it, her head whipping around as she began to walk toward the nearest bar, her eyes running over him before never stopping but now placing her gaze forward, sarcasm still in her tone “Well, you comin’ or are you gonna let a poor, helpless southern girl day drink by herself, all alone in this big ole’ city?”

“That’s something you’re willing to do, isn’t it? You sound like a pre-law major, or something along those lines. I get the feeling you’re interested in more than the cake.” Tanner was shocked, something that didn’t happen often, but somehow she managed to accomplish twice in the span of their short interaction. Greek Row was full of sheep, he couldn’t pretend like he wasn’t one of them at times, but it wasn’t everyday you ran into someone so willing to go against the herd. “You like to form your opinions yourself, I like that in a girl. It’s easy to get caught up in the rumor mill around here. It’s rare to meet someone who doesn’t. It’s refreshing.” He admitted, honestly. Relieved that anything she did or didn’t hear about him wouldn’t play a factor in the way she saw him. Although it was easier said than done, considering she apparently hadn’t heard anything yet. He chuckled, both at her eagerness to get going to the bar, and her comment that followed. “What kinda guy would I be if I let you do that? Lead the way, blondie.” He smiled, jogging lightly to catch up with the girl. “Drinks are on me.”

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alcciastark:

“So what? Sorority girls have feelings, too. We are not here for your viewing pleasure, this is not a 90s college buddy comedy. But,” Alicia stopped and sighed loudly, nodding in agreement “You are right. I am wasting my breath. Good day, sir. I hope our paths never cross again.”

“Never said they didn’t have feelings, but they’re fleeting, it’s not the end of the world. No one’s life is ruined cause they got their feelings hurt.” He couldn’t have looked more smug if he tried, he loved hearing he was right. “At least you got one thing right.”

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aylaxc:

“I’m sure you do.” 

“Never had a complaint either.”

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aylaxc:

“I feel for those girls.”

“I feel them too.”

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amosmasen:

       "huh. fair enough. though i think in the long run, spying on chicks is a bit shadier than spying on inanimate furniture, but whatever floats your boat.” 

“I wasn’t planning on spying. I just really need my car washed.”

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wtfmaqqie:

“Yeah well, mine isn’t so pleased after I was a couple minutes late to class last time, so I might just email it in and then bake a cake – and wear a short skirt, law professors tend to take a likin’ to leggy blondes, from what I’ve noticed,” she murmured, her nose wrinkling at the thought of a low-cut top and a skirt that might as well have been a nightie, the words her father would share with her if he would ever see her in such. The taller male’s words snap her from her thoughts and she can’t help but match his smirk, cocking her head slightly with a light giggle. “Well, sir, if I hadn’t known any better, I’d sayin’ you’re askin’ me out, but surely, that can’t be considerin’ I don’t even know your name.” The blonde shrugged at his comment, with a quirk of her brow. “What paper?”

“Sounds like I’d make one hell of a law professor. Cake’s not too bad either.” He took that as an invitation to tilt his head, checking out the legs she was boasting, a smirk on his face the entire time. Trying not to gawk wasn’t an easy task, but he brought his attention back up to her eyes, not letting them linger for too long. Laughing, he waited for her to admit she was joking, but it didn’t come. Maybe his arrogance had gotten out of control, but he was genuinely surprised she hadn’t heard of him. He thought everyone knew his name. “You don’t know my name. That explains why you’re so willing to say yes to a date, there are quite a few sorority girls who aren’t happy with me lately. Or ever.”

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wtfmaqqie:

       Bending over, her hands found their way to a few of the papers, though the rest were anything but within her grasp. A frustrated huff of air elicited from her lips, before the low tone rung through, a foot coming down in front of her as she glanced up. “Yeah, well, unless you’ve got a way to stop the wind, I think I’m pretty much screwed on this one,” she murmured, coming to her feet to take the paper from his grip, a sheepish smile on her lips. “Thank but I think this is the part where I should just get over my perfect attendance and good grades and get back to my house to just submit it through email or somethin’,” the blonde told him with a shrug, letting out a short chuckle. “And probably day drink until this moment erases itself from my memory.”

“Professors are suckers for straight A students with good excuses. A dog eating your homework might not cut it, but tell them you got in a fight with a mean gust of wind and your perfectly written paper is all over campus, and they might be willing to let you run off to print another copy.” Spoken from someone who sweet talked one too many teacher’s assistants into accepting something passed the deadline. All he had on his side was a smile half the time, someone with her record could’ve gotten some leeway easily. “Then we can day drink together.” He offered, a flirtatious grin on his lips. “Unless you have another paper you’re just dying to get to.” 

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aylaxc:

“It’s funny how you think you know me. I didn’t lie and I rarely lie. Also, that’s why you piss me off. Such an asshole, like all the other guys around here. How do you even get people to sleep with you?”

“I’m hot, that’s all it takes. I can be as big of a dick as I want, girls still throw themselves at me. Playing football doesn’t hurt either.”

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amosmasen:

      “that’s a little creepy, dude. besides, i don’t think it’s going to be that up to date. but hey, if i do see anything i’ll let you know, i guess.” 

“Not any creepier than you checking out people’s lawn furniture. Good looking out, bro.”

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bvargvs:

“Aw, babe, I’m sure you have enough experience with getting yourself off to get you through this. By choice? See that’s the thing though– nine times outta ten, those dick pics are sent unwarranted. Better yet, they’re sent two replies into a conversation. You’re just mad we make you work for ours, leave a little to the imagination instead of passing them out like business cards.”

“Live means we were naked and knee deep in foreplay, so yes, by choice. Or did you miss that part trying to formulate a witty response? I’m not mad for having to work, I’m mad that I already put work in then all of a sudden she goes the shy route. Or do you go into deep dirty detail about what you’re gonna do to a guy then bitch out when he wants to take you up on the offer too?”

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wtfmaqqie:

                A gust of wind surrounded her, the papers that sat neatly stacked within her grasp, now seemingly becoming a whirlwind in her arms, flying about the courtyard, forming a grimace on the blonde’s feature. “Oh you’re got to be fucking kidding me!” she yelled out, scoffing at the sight with the shake of her head, the southern accent thick with sarcasm as she muttered to herself quietly. “Yeah, no, that’s fine – I didn’t… Who needs another A anyway, so boring.”

Tanner didn’t make it a habit to lend a helping hand to anyone, but when a hot girl was involved he could afford to put forth the bare minimum. Without much effort, he stepped on the corner of one of the flying papers that had already made it to the ground. “If you make it quick you might be able to catch a few more of them.” He mocked, motioning to the remaining papers still scattered about. “I’ve got this one.”

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amosmasen:

        “so this new revamp of google earth is cool… i mean, until you realize how actually creepy it is when you go into the 3D mode and you can see people’s lawn furniture in detail when you zoom in.”

“Let me know if you come across any hot girls throwing a car wash. Cheerleaders, volleyball team, I’m not too picky.”

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danicaxmullany:

“I have plenty more to say, but it feels like it would be a waste of breath. You seem pretty set in your fuckboy ways.”

“Smart girl.”