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Dylan made his way back to the dorm. He didn't go up to his room, but instead decided to hang out in one of the lounge areas. Only a few other people were there as he sighed, plopping down on a couch.
A girl with long dark hair and green eyes was strumming a guitar and pausing to write notes down on the piece of paper next to her. Quinn leaned against the door frame and listened. "Sounds good." She finally said, speaking up.
The girl looked up, adjusting her glasses in surprise. "Oh! You must be Quinn!" She exclaimed, standing up and shaking her hand. "I'm Olivia, but you can call me Liv."
Quinn smiled and shook her hand. "Nice to meet you."
Olivia took a step back and studied her, using her thumb to measure certain parts of Quinn's face. She let out an excited sigh. "I could use you for my painting for this semester. You have the eyes, the face, and the smile!" Olivia said in a rush.
"Uh. . . sure?" Quinn replied, adjusting the grip on her backpack. "Did you finish class just now?"
"Yeah," Olivia explained, strumming her guitar a little. "Finished my painting class. You?"
"Well, I actually need to go now. . . or I'll be later for my math class." She said.
"See you soon!" Olivia exclaimed excitedly, turning back towards her sheet of music.
Quinn waved and walked out of the dorm room and towards one of the main lounges. She had heard from one of the Senior's that this was the fastest way to get to her math class.
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Idiot! Idiot! Even if Calypso liked you back, there's no way she'll even speak to you now! She and that stupid Damian will get together and get married and you'll be the looser that doesn't even get invited. Dylan leaned back, closing his eyes. Quinn was right…there are plenty of other girls like…Quinn. He jolted up. Woah, first Calypso and now Quinn? Why can't I just like girls that aren't my friends?
She checked her phone. There was at least twenty minutes before class started. Quinn sat down in one of the sofa's in the main lounge, pulling out a book.
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Dylan checked his watch. Twenty minutes until class… He stood up, adjusting his backpack straps. I can't stand sulking anymore, I'll just go now.
"What. . . no!" Quinn exclaimed as she read one of the parts in the book. She looked around as people turned to face her. "Sorry. . . you know, uh, just an important part in this book." She explained, motioning towards the novel in her hands.
Calypso checked her schedule, groaning. Theory of Philosophy was next period, she had Honours Math in twenty minutes. Oh joy.
(Idea: maybe the teacher could have seating arrangements and Cal and Dylan could get stuck next to each other?)
( Or, it could be a whole table with Damian, Dylan, Cal and Quinn. That would be hilarious. )
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Dylan got to the class ten minutes early. The lights weren't on in the classroom, but the door was unlocked so he walked in. He found a seat in the back right corner, hanging his backpack on the back of the seat and taking out his phone.
(Yes let’s do that! And Lina)
Calypso got to class early, seeing that the door was unlocked, she slipped in, groaning inwardly when she saw Dylan.
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Dylan noticed Calypso out of the corner of his eye. He decided to ignore her, and he continued to focus on his phone as he scrolled through Tumblr.
(Yass tumblr I wish I had it)
Calypso pointedly ignored Dylan, striding I’ver to the table on the opposite side of the room from his and bringing out her notebook to edit some lyrics she’d been working on.
Quinn decided to walk into the math class, scrolling through Instagram. She spotted Dylan and decided to sit down next to him. "Hey Dylan."
Calypso noticed Quinn enter the room, and gave her a little wave.
Quinn smiled and waved to Calypso.
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"Hey." Dylan said, not looking up from his phone. Great, now the only person I can talk to without ruining anything is Lina and she's not even here…
(Where is she by the way?)
Calypso sighed, leaning back in her seat and letting her eyes fall shut, accidentally leaving her large notebook open so that everyone could see.
"You just gonna. . . stay on your phone?" Quinn asked, nudging him playfully so he'd look up.
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Dylan put his phone away in his bag and took out a notebook and pencil. "Nope."
(Sassy)
Quinn sighed and rolled her eyes, trying to stifle a laugh. She pulled her own notebook out and started to doodle in it, her wavy blond hair falling around her face.
(@Puff?)
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(sorry I'm not really sure what Dylan should do other than pout)
( hm. . . i don't know. Talk maybe?)
(K should I make Damian walk in?)
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He tapped his fingers on his notebook, looking anywhere in the room but at Calypso or Quinn.
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(ooh drama yeah)
