'Why are girls so contradictory?'
Trying to find words, he sucked in a deep breath nodding. "Spencer. Phoenix Spencer." He introduced, rather formally at that. The young man was strange, there was doubt about that. He always introduced himself as such, just because of his love for the James Bond movies. "You said yours was…. Cicada? Right?" He asked her softly, trying not to give into whatever game she was trying to play.
The way he introduced himself… He was imitating James Bond wasn't he? He was such a dork. Cicada nodded to confirm that yes, her name was Cicada. She hardly gave out her last name in fear that someone would look her up, even though Cicada wasn't that common of a first name. It was better than someone having both her first and surname, "Yep, that's me. I'm a Computer Science major if you didn't figure that out already. What's your's Phoenix?"
Crossing his arms over his chest, he was really trying figure her out. "I'm in for my major in film production. Mostly because I'm into the behind the scenes stuff. I'm too much of a nerd to be in front of the camera." He shrugged, biting on his lip in thought. 'Cicada… that's a really interesting name. Especially for someone so… intense.' Trying to keep himself from laughing out, he looked to her with a softer smile. "I'd suggest getting to class." Phoenix smirked slightly, leaning down. "You've got about five minutes until it starts."
"That sounds about right," Cicada forced herself to giggle just slightly. At his comment about the time she looked down at her phone and saw he was right. When she looked back up she found him leaning down towards her. If he got any closer she might end up hurting him, accidentally of course. She took a step back away from him so it didn't come down to that. She forced her smile to stay on as she began to walk, "You're right. Thanks for your help. I'll see you later?"
Trying not to seem suspicious of her, he shrugged. "We'll see. I've got classes all day today. Then whatever comes after. Have a good class." Phoenix called out, skidding to a stop. 'Maybe I should walk her to class… I've got time.' Biting on his lip, he wavered on the thought of walking with her or not. 'Come on you dork, you will be late if you don't pick now.' Phoenix scolded himself, turning around and running after her. "I remembered that building can be kind of tricky. You want me to walk with you?"
Cicada paused a smirk finding it's way onto her face as he caught up to him. She let it fall the movement she knew he could see her face as it was replaced with a bright smile. In complete honesty, she was glad he had come to help her out. She had already gotten lost once and didn't think she could do it a second time. Especially if everyone else would already be heading to their own classes. She nodded in response, "That would be great if you could! You won't be late to class if you help me, will you?"
Shaking his head, he shoved his hands in his pockets looking ahead of himself. "Nope. I've got time. Besides, I'm plenty happy walking you to class." Phoenix gave her a slight shrug, watching their feet as they walked along the path. A slight sigh left his lips, his eyes trailing up to the scene in front of them. "So you're into science? That's what you said, right?"
"Computer Science yeah," Cicada corrected him as she walked alongside him. Her eyes took in the beauty that was her new college campus. She was glad she had transferred here of all places. She couldn't get far away enough from her old campus and, him. There was no need to go down that path, she had someone who seemed pretty decent and a whole campus full of people who had never met her or heard of her, reputation. She looked over at Phoenix her smile turning to a much lighter one, "I fell in love with programming in high school and decided to make a career out of it. Why did you decide to go into film production?"
Shrugging some, he really didn't know why. "Just because. I guess it's the same as you, though I'm not sure I'll actually be able to turn it into a career." Phoenix sighed softly running his fingers through his soft auburn curls. His oceanesc eyes made their way to rest on her, taking in her appearance. She had bright red hair, a rather pretty color and style. She stood out in crowd, or would to him. Her eyes were a pretty brown color, and had freckles all over her face. They could honestly pass for cousins, if not siblings.
"I'm sure you'll be able to," Cicada assured him a little. Her eyes caught on his curls and then to his eyes and then to the rest of him. From a distance, the two could definitely pass for siblings or cousins, even though Cicada knew it wasn't true. For one she had a darker skin tone and there was no way the two could have both blue-green and brown eyes while having the same parents. That and, well, she knew her family from her dead parents and younger sister to the aunts, uncles, grandparents, and cousins that wouldn't take her in 11 years ago. She caught his eyes as she stared at him and quickly looked away and back to the surroundings.
The sight of her gaze trained on his made him uneasy, so he forced himself not to think about it. Phoenix also tore his gaze off of her, trying not to let it travel places he shouldn't. "If you say so. I seriously doubt it, I don't even know if I could move out to L.A. because of the whole trying to pay for living. They're also kind of insane. Just a little bit at least." He snickered, glancing at his watch. He had twenty minutes, and the clock was only ticking down. "We should probably hurry, your teacher won't be very happy if you're late."
Cicada laughed with him and pulled her phone out and checked the time. She had, only three minutes till class started. Well wasn't that lovely. She could feel his gaze on her only after he removed it. He probably noticed the same things Cicada had. She put her phone away and let out a sigh, "The people living there do tend to have a legacy of being crazy. But in other news, I've got three minutes till I'm late. I hope the professor will be lenient with me."
"Don't worry, that's plenty of time." He smiled to her softly. Waiting for her confusion to endure, he prepared himself for a sprint all the way into the building towards her class. It was visible from where they were standing, though the entrance was on the opposite side they were headed for. "Hope you're wearing running shoes." He noted subtly, before taking off in full sprint towards the building. "I'll race you there!" Phoenix Spencer, really was the biggest dork around.
Cicada gave him a look of confusion the cogs whirling in her head. What did he mean by that? Then the running shoes comment? The pieces started to fall together just as he took off sprinting. Her face contorted for a moment before letting out an exasperated sigh taking off after in him in heeled boots. Probably not the smartest idea, but she was used to running in these. She hoped. A grin broke onto her face though maybe a little forced, "Get back here you cheater!"
Grinning, he turned around to jog backwards. "What are you gonna do to me? Especially if you can't catch me!~" Phoenix sang out, turning back so to avoid tripping over anything. Though the path was clear, he didn't like to push his luck more than it could expand. Picking up his pace, he skidded around a couple people as they came around the building. "S'cuse me, sorry 'bout that." He muttered apologies glancing back to look at Cicada. "Come on slow poke!"
Cicada took a deep breath and went from running to sprinting. She used to run track and cross country, so he just made a big mistake. Her movements were effortless, minus the heeled boots, as she dodged the other people shouting a quick, "Sorry!" as she passed. Moments later she had almost caught up to Phoenix. She trusted that he would lead her to the entrance, but if she passed him she would have to figure it out herself. When she saw the entrance and figured that was their destination she kicked up to high gear and passed him, "Who's a slow poke now?"
Snickering, he slowed his sprint into a jog to come to a steady pace. "I may be the slow poke, but I'm the slow poke that got you to class on time." He smirked, watching her continue to run. "Now, I'm assuming your class is on the first floor," He began coming up next to her. "And all the classes on this floor, are to your right. Even numbers on the left, odd ones on the right. You think you got that?" Phoenix asked her crossing his arms over his chest with a light smirk.
Cicada slowed down after seeing him not by her anymore. She stopped and looked back at him with a breathless smirk. Her arms crossed as well and she nodded along with his words, "Okay, but what makes you assume my class is on the first floor? I'm a junior you know. Unless that's where the computer labs are."
"Just an instinct. But if it is upstairs, don't wait for the elevator. For only being two floors, it takes a ridiculous amount of time. Stairs are much faster." Phoenix shrugged to her, leaning back against the door frame. "Layout is the same on the top floor as the bottom. There's just more classrooms upstairs." The young man informed, glancing at his watch. "You better hurry, you don't even have a minute."
Cicada nodded and gave him a smile, "Thank you for all your help. Hope I see you later." With that Cicada left and entered the building. She luckily remembered the room number and would you know it, it was on the first floor. She made it in just as class started and the professor was understanding. She let out a relieved breath and sat down at one of the workstations for class.
Watching her begin to walk off, his smile dropped as he starred at the ten overtop of her head. 'How on earth can someone like her be a ten?' With that thought constantly echoing through his head, he numbly began walking over to his own class. 15 minutes and counting down until he was late. "Come on, just stop thinking about her. You need to just focus on getting to class on time." Phoenix muttered under his breath.
Cicada’s class seemed to fly by and afterwards she spent a good time talking to the other Computer Science majors. Best start trying to get into a friend group now. All the kids seemed friendly enough and most accepted her in. She wasn’t sure about the real quiet one, but she would get to her eventually. Cicada checked her schedule to figure out where her next class was, or if she had a next class at all.
(Sorry, I was having a hard time coming up with a response)
As for Phoenix, his class seemed to drag. It was an English class, which he had always hated in high-school. But the college demanded you take at least one English for three years, same going for Science and Math. To get it over with, he had started his Freshman year in all three classes, and was currently in his Sophomore year. At the sound of the teacher dismissing them all, Phoenix was the first up and out of the class.
(Don't blame ya.)
Cicada was out in the main campus area not having another course for an hour or so. She wanted to soak up the sunshine while it was still around and maybe run into Phoenix again. The people in her major were friendly, but Phoenix intrigued her. She really had to put up an act in order for him to relax around her and even then he still seemed on edge. Her eyes wandered around trying to figure out where he was.
The young man was jogging again, messenger bag hung over his shoulder as he did. Where he was running to, he really didn't know, but he needed to just run for the sake of running. Being stuck in that stuffy classroom always got to him. Especially since the teacher was so dry mouthed when he talked. "Just shake it off. You've got 30 minutes until your next class." Phoenix mumbled to himself, slowing his pace to more of a walk.
Cicada spotted Phoenix and began makong her way over to him. She had a smile on as she walked up to where he was walking. He had mumbled something, but she wasn't all that bothered by it. It was probably about his class or something like that. She gently touched his shoulder again, "Hello again! Fancy seeing you here."
Whipping around, he jumped just a bit at seeing her. It took him a moment to regain himself, and gave her a weak and forced smile. "Oh, hey. Did you find your class in time?" Phoenix asked softly, trying his best to relax his nerves. Cicada was a sweet girl, from what he could tell, but the blaring number ten above her head made him incredibly uneasy. "And was I right about it being down stairs?"
Cicada nodded smiling at him. She probably scared him because she walked up to him without warning. He was nice to hang around and a bit of a dork. Highschool Cicada probably would have targeted and maybe bullied him when no one was looking, but she was older now and knew better. She wanted to be friends with him, "Yeah I made it right as class started, so not technically late. And yes, it was on the first floor."
Letting a good natured smirk come to his lips, he nodded just slightly. "Told you so. Do I know this place, or do I?" Of course, he didn't really mean it. Phoenix had gotten turned around on his way to his own class. But she didn't know that, so he wasn't going to offer her that information. "Anyways, where are you headed? Class, dorms, just on a walk?" Phoenix asked her, getting annoyed at the nice and warm weather outside.
Cicada snickered ever so slightly at his comment. He had been here longer than Cicada had, so of course, he had known the building better than her. Overall, it was wrong to think her class was on the second floor, but it wasn't her fault exactly. She shrugged at his question holding onto the strap of her bag, "Just out for a walk, enjoy the last few days of hot weather before it goes away for the winter ya know? You do like warm weather right?"