forum High school/university rp

Started March 24, 2018 by @blue_topaz

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"I-" Dylan cut off. Why do I hate him so much? I haven't even met the guy. "I…don't know."

Quinn tilted her head to the side and raised a brow. "It's 'cause you like Calypso. . . right?

He glared at her. "No I-" Dylan thought about it. Do I like her? I…I guess I do… He sighed. "I don't know. Maybe?"

Quinn crossed her arms over her chest and grinned. "Well, obviously. No one would scream about another boy like that if they didn't like someone."

Dylan looked at her like she was crazy. "What? That doesn't make sense."

"You were yelling about how she liked Damian." She explained. "You didn't say that she shouldn't like him. . . but you were kind of implying that."

He opened his mouth to respond before realizing that he had nothing to say. Dylan sighed again. "I never even realized that I liked her….I need a break." He rubbed his head, turning away and skating down the sidewalk.

"Okay, have fun." Quinn waved at him and stepped on her skateboard, skating towards the further edge of the park.

Dylan scrunched up his nose, deciding to head back to his dorm. Stupid emotions. My parents were wrong…it's better to hide everything so you don't do something stupid.

Calypso sat down on her bed, clenching her fists in frustration. Why was she so mad? Stupid Dylan.

Quinn checked her watch. There was at least another hour until her next class, so she decided to head back towards her dorm room.

He suddenly remembered that he had the same class as the girls next. Maybe I can skip it. It's the first day, I won't miss much…

Once Quinn reached her dorm room, she set her skateboard down against a wall. She furrowed her brow in confusion when she heard some singing coming from one of the rooms. [Must be my new dorm buddy. . .] She thought, stepping towards the sound.

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.

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.

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?)