forum High school/university rp

Started March 24, 2018 by @blue_topaz

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Dylan nodded. "I guess we have at least one class together." He paused. "Hey Calypso, who was that guy talking to you earlier? What was his name…Darren?"

“Damian.”, Calypso replied easily, leaning back against the fountain.

Ah, that jerk. "Mhm, so this…Damian…do you like him?" Dylan asked, remembering the overheard conversation between Damian and Calypso.

(Oh Dylan)

Calypso willed herself not to blush, laughing and feigning nonchalance. “Dylan, I met him an hour ago! Why do you care anyways?” She set down her guitar case and binder.

Quinn looked between Dylan and Calypso, trying not to smile. "Huh, you met him an hour ago. . . but you seem to like him."

Calypso shifted her guitar case with her foot, hoping they wouldn't ask about it. "What is this, an interrogation? And I don't! Like him, I mean."

She sighed and decided not to press on. "Look, it's fine if you like him or not." Quinn glanced at Dylan, hoping this wouldn't give him another reason to be even more jealous.

Dylan crossed his arms, possible insults to tell Damian flying around in his head. "So you like him huh? So, does he like you?"

Her sea green eyes glanced from Calypso to Dylan, waiting for them to answer. {This isn't going to end well. . .} Quinn thought, but she didn't say anything out loud.

Calypso could see exactly what he was trying to do here, and she wasn't about to let him do it. "Why do you care anyways? Are you jealous, or just plain rude?", she snapped, picking up her guitar and binder and striding away without looking back or waiting for an answer.

Jealous? Rude? He scoffed, turning the opposite direction and walking off. Dylan wasn't sure where he was going.

Quinn watched Calypso and Dylan march off. She shook her head and stepped on her skateboard, following after him.
"Hey, Dylan. . ." Quinn sighed once she made it to him, picking up her skateboard. She blew a strand of wavy blond hair out of her face.

(I love writing beef like this)

Calypso kept her fists clenched as she stalked across campus, headed for her dorm so she could put her guitar away before her next class.

Dylan glared at Quinn. "What?! Are you here to tell me that you like [f word] Damian too?!"

Quinn frowned at Dylan's tone. She sighed and tried to stifle a laugh. "Never met Damian in my life. . . but you don't seem to like him at all."

"Really? I don't like him? You think?!" He said sarcastically. Dylan focused ahead, glaring at seemingly nothing.

Quinn walked faster, trying to keep up with Dylan's long strides. "Okay, okay. That was a stupid comment from me. But, c'mon, Calypso likes him. . . there's plenty of other girls."

He stopped in his tracks, turning to face Quinn. "Why are we talking about my love life suddenly?! I thought we were hating Damian!" Dylan exclaimed.

Quinn held up her hands in surrender. "We are hating Damian. . . I think. But, you took that a bit to far with Calypso."

He threw his hands in the air defensively. "I did nothing to her! I just asked if she liked Damian, and she stormed off! I kept my hatred to myself."

Quinn sighed and glanced to the right as she thought. "I guess you didn't say. . . all the hatred you have for him. But, why do you hate him so much!"