adkinshannah:
Just because it was Nicole’s house didn’t mean she was always feeling a party. Sure, she was having fun… she guessed. Jay was being… okay. Nicole was being herself - the light of the party, the brightest spot in the room. Sure, Hannah was always popular, always enigmatic, but she knew she ached for someone to understand her. Tonight wasn’t going to be that night. Instead, she plastered on her usual smile, put herself together in the clothes that would get her noticed for all of the right reasons, and sat at Jay’s side like she usually did.
The only difference at this particular party, however, was the addition of law enforcement into the mix. Nicole had promised that this party wasn’t going to get out of hand - but word spreads fast. Knowing Nicole, she didn’t do it herself, but people knew Nicole for things like this. She was the life of the party; fun, carefree, all about a good time. So as the night progressed, Hannah noticed more and more people that weren’t in their direct circle trickling through the door. Nicole could only do so much “damage control,” and most of the night, Hannah had been too attached to Jay’s side to care - but now, as she stood between a sea of people running every which way - she realized he didn’t care.
Letting out a deep sigh, she shimmied and pushed her way through the horde of running teenagers to make it to her safe space - her and Nicole’s shared bathroom. It was off limits - and upstairs - but she realized a lot of people that party crashed probably didn’t care about either of those points.
Opening the door quickly and locking it behind her, she was surprised at the voice that came from near the tub. When she turned, she recognized him immediately, but was surprised to see him there. Wolf Goshen didn’t seem like the party type, especially with a bunch of people around that definitely didn’t seem to like his presence. Hannah didn’t know where she stood on the matter of his presence. It didn’t bother her, but it did make her curious. She knew him briefly in elementary school - torn shirts and dirty pants was always the way she remembered him, but right now he looked… clean.
Looking up at his greeting, she waved in response, sitting on the toilet seat which had thankfully been closed earlier. “Hey… doesn’t really seem like your scene.” She says easily, crossing a leg, “but… could be wrong.”
Wolf didn’t know the majority of the people here – well, he did, but not really. He knew of these people, knew their names, what classes they might have shared, but he mostly knew that they all had an opinion of him, and that opinion wasn’t a good one. He was pegged as a weird kid from a young age, and he guessed they were right, to an extent. None of the other kids grew up on a farm. They all had normal pets, and while he had a dog growing up, the horses and chickens and other barnyard animals outnumbered her. They all got to go to school year-round, while he stayed behind one semester to help on the farm – that, however, he didn’t mind, preferring the classroom of his own backyard to that of chalkboard-covered walls.
Those were just the basic differences between him and Hannah Adkins, the ones that could be generalized, at least. He’d heard the nickname Princess follow her name, though Wolf wasn’t sure if that was because she was worshiped in this school as one or because she had an attitude that made them refer to her as one. Honestly, his money was on both, and while he should have known better than to judge others, he couldn’t help it, his mind using it as a defense mechanism, since others were so quick to judge him, first. Really, he didn’t know much about her besides that reputation, and most of his thoughts on the latter connotation came from his own past experiences, a young girl being one of the many children to run from him, another set of eyes glancing his way as he ate his lunch alone.
Still, that didn’t mean he forgot all manners as she walked in the door, though that didn’t eliminate his surprise at seeing her. She had been by the side of Jay the few moments he saw her earlier, and Wolf had just assumed she would have been the same way when it was time to hide. Instead, she was here with him; he simply assumed it was the closest door for her to open. He scooted back a bit on the edge of the tub to allow her more room to pass his long legs. The new position was a bit uncomfortable, but he was sure she was too, being stuck in here with him.
Wolf shook his head, confirming her assumption. “No, you’re right, this isn’t really my scene. My cousin invited me – Jared? He’s dating Melanie...” he added, assuming the context mattered. “I, um, I’ve never really been to one of these – do we just sit here until the cops are gone?”
It suddenly dawned on him that she could have chosen this room for a different reason, that she actually needed to use the bathroom and not just hide in it. “Shit, sorry – did you have to go? I could leave...”