College Kills 1x1

[BlueJae]

"One," Amria said, mocking her friend "He only calls me that to suck up. Two, I will kick his ass. Three, Aiden should see him as a threat. And four, most importantly, did I mention he's asshole?" Amira sat her head done on her fist, watching Sarah for a reaction. It wasn't going to happen, and she'd die before she'd date a soon to be drop out like Azazel. Maybe she was being a little too harsh...Mm, nah.


Aiden hurried off into class, Azazel right after him, blinking "I thought you said this was French." He said, looking over at Aiden as they took their seat "If I told you it was Law you would've never come." He said, Azazel glared "You lying sack of-" He was quieted when Aiden shoved him down into a seat before seating himself. Aiden settled in whilst Azazel looked for a way out but it was too late, the flood had hit. It's what they called the mass amount of people that came in all at one time. That meant he was stuck. If you got up after that the teacher undoubtedly noticed you. He groaned before leaning back.


Lucifer scurried across the campus, slipping into another building and hurrying to get to class. He slipped in with everyone else and found a seat somewhere near the middle left. He settled right in and started taking his things out. Math. Ah how he hated math, he wasn't too good at it but he made his way around that was for sure. He had yet to fail yet.

 

[ROUX]

"Whatever. At least bang him," Sarah replied, laughing quietly behind her laptop screen at their expressions. Columbia. It seemed to be full of prudes...not that she didn't appreciate it from time to time.


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'Fuck no. Not again. Nope,' Michael thought to himself, making it inside the classroom at the last possible minute - and spotting that geeky looking guy from earlier. No sir, thank you. Thankfully, this class wasn't as packed as the others, and he skirted around the edge of the farthest desks, making his way as far right as possible, hoping the man hadn't noticed him.

 

[BlueJae]

Amira choked on her hair "Sarah!" She hissed, her face turning into a mad blush "I would rather die!" She said, trying to keep her voice down but failing miserably. Even the others from across the room the room were starting to stare.


Lucifer didn't seem to notice the other too busy trying to get out all the necessary materials, he knew he'd left his homework in there somewhere but where, well, he wasn't sure and class was starting soon. Eventually he pulled out the paper, much to his relief, and he set it down. Looking up he frowned, Math, his worst subject. He had a solid B in this class and it pricked him every time he looked at his grades.

 

[ROUX]

"That's my line. Besides, by the look of his jeans - "


"Doesn't matter. I think we should all be saving ourselves for marriage, don't you Amira?" Tera cut Sarah off before she could say anything else along the lines of her last comment. Sarah snickered again, but closed her computer, finished with the project she'd been working on.


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Michael was falling asleep. Again. This class may have been interesting, but the teachers voice just droned on and on, and it honestly made him want to jump out a window. He barley followed the problem they were doing as his head went from his hand, to his arm, to hi desk as time passed on, idly pressing buttons on his TI-89.


"Mr...Vanderbilt is it? Since you seem to be so...comfortable with the subject, care to tell the class how to solve this operation?"


"Uhhh..."


Michael shot up, staring at the board frantically. He didn't expect to be singled out, as far back as he was, but luckily, he understood what they were doing.


"The Stratonovich integral of a semimartingale X against another semimartingale Y can be defined in terms of the Itō integral...and you just plug in the numbers from the initial problem above," he said, trying to eradicate the sleep from his voice, clearing his throat afterwards. The teacher eyed him, skeptical, before nodding slowly. Obviously the woman hadn't expected Michael to come up with a valid answer, much less the detailed one he gave.


"Very well then. But pay attention next time."

 

[BlueJae]

Amira coughed "Absolutely." She said, and while she had no work to work on she immediately stuck her head right back into the book that she'd been reading.


Lucifer looked over to see the teacher question someone, he blinked when he realized who it was. Oh. Great. So he had this class with him to, huh? Well, at least he had enough brain cells to know to sit as far away from him as possible. He turned back to the board, copying down the notes, trying his best to see what was what. He probably shouldn't have sat in the middle, too many heads to copy down all the notes but he could probably put things together if he looked at it later on. He would give the other credit though, coming up with all that on spot was impressive, he himself would never be able to do that but, then again, he himself would be stupid enough to almost fall asleep in class.

 

[ROUX]

"You guys are missing out. Anyway, I'll see you later...gotta go turn in this project," Sarah said, standing from the table and stretching her arms. "Good luck with Azazel. And seriously though, next time he's around, just check out his pants-"


"Sarah!"


"Fine fine. Later," He said, sauntering in the direction of her next class, leaving the other two girls at the table. Tera shook her head, looking after her. "And she still manages to keep on her purity ring. Preposterous," Tera said, furrowing her eyebrows. "Well...no boy problems for me at least. Just a crush," she used, grinning at the thought of said crush in her head.


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Michael managed to stay awake the rest of class, taking notes here and there, but still a bit off task, making elaborate doodles in the sides of his notebook. Then two - fifty hit, and he packed up quickly, hoping he could make it out the door ahead of the flood, and he traveled down to level ground. Once he was outside, he started across the green again, heading for the dorms. The brunette took to his phone, looking for the number he's been assigned that he'd taken a picture of earlier - knowing he was going to loose the paper itself. He had accidentally cut off the part with his roommate's name, but he figured it wouldn't be a huge deal.

 

[BlueJae]

Amira shook her head disapprovingly at Sarah, but waved anyways, turning her attention back to Tera "Ooooh? Who is it?" She said, unable to keep herself from smiling. While she couldn't have a love life of her own she could certainly live through other's.


Lucifer collected his things in an orderly fashion, making sure everything was organized before heading out. He'd all the time, no need to rush. He'd remembered where he was going, memorized it for his own well being rather than carry the paper for the rest of his life. He packed his bag then tossed it over his shoulder. Casually he started out the door and walked across the campus, heading toward the dorms. He watched everyone else seem to pack up and head out. His classes weren't done for the day but he needed to drop off somethings in his dorm and grab some more before he headed to where he needed to be next.

 

[ROUX]

"This one guy I met in my guitar class...which, by the way, I'm probably going to fail. But it's worth it. Because he's just soooo dreamy..." she started, going off into a detailed account of her new eye candy, leaning on the table as she did.


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Two minutes. Two measly minutes was the time it took for Michael to check that all his stuff was inside, locate the Bose that happened to be stationed in the small living room, and crank up the bass. Satisfied that 50 Cent was not blasting through the speakers, he returned to what he figured was now his room...and whoever else lived there. The place was all very neat looking - it set him off. He was just about the least organized person he knew, practically swimming through the piles of misc on his floor in the room at hos own house. Never bothered him. In fact, he'd gotten so used to it that it was out of the norm for anything to be organized at all. He took to the empty bed, throwing his suitcases next to it, and pulling clothes out left in right, bobbing his head to the music. He came to his vape pens, he didn't even bother with hiding him, same with the little bad of white powder he pulled out after it, tossing those items onto the dresser.

 

[BlueJae]

Amira seemed to sit and listen, chuckling now and then at all the little description details Tera included in her description. She couldn't help it, the way Tera seemed so lost in this guy was absolutely hilarious.


Lucifer walked up to the dorm doors and opened them, slipping inside, downstairs in the lounge some of the guy were playing with the small pool table set up, others were huddling near the fire that had been set. Lucifer went to the desk, taking his key back from them. He set it there at the start of the day, he never took it with him in fear that he might, in fact, lose it- something he could not afford. Taking the key with him he carried himself up to his room, though, he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion when he heard that loud blasting noise coming from it. Opening the door- He stood there for a good, long while before closing it again, moving a door down, and knocking. A familiar blonde, smaller than he, looked up "Oh hey Lu-"


"Is your roommate home?"


"No, he gets home around the time your next class starts remember?"


"I'm staying here until then." Lucifer pushed past the smaller, younger other "Ooook..?" They closed the door after him.

 

[ROUX]

After crashing from his last shot, Michael had collapsed onto the bed - the wrong bed at that, with his hair plastered to his face and several stripped clothing items littering the room. His left arm hung over the side of the bed, marks from the injection slightly purple around the puncture site, indicating just what had happened before the trip was eradicated, leaving him a shirtless, pantless mess on his roommates bed.


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Four damn months and he still got lost...


Alec tended to be that one freshman you could spot from a mile away. Huge backpack filled to the brim, hands full of textbooks, and an overall confused look about him, as if he didn't really understand what planet he'd landed on or how he'd gotten there in the first place. All well. At leat he remembered where his dorm was. It wasn't too late in the evening, only around fiveish, so he might have a bit of time to practice playing before he studied. The thought put a smile on his face, and he pushed in the door to his dorm, grunting when his bad hit the side of the frame on his way in, nearky knocking him off balance. He couldn't even begin to count the number of times Azazel had make jokes about his...freshiness.

 

[BlueJae]

Lucifer wasn't looking forward to coming back to the dorm. He really wasn't. But when he did he wasn't impressed with anything he saw. Examining the sleeping man on his bed, he made sure he asleep before he started cleaning. He threw all the clothes into a pile and set them down on the other, took the bag of white powder- emptied it into the toilet and flushed, and finally turned down that shitty music. He wondered if he should break the cape pens but.. He'd let him keep those at least. Until the dork started to smell.


"Don't fall." Azazel popped another chip into his mouth, flipping through a text book they both knew he wasn't reading. He only ever did this to practice his attention span to all the boring information. If he read it for long enough he could easily impress Amira- who often doubted his ability to read and pay attention.

 

[ROUX]

Michael mumbled in his sleep, the small noises around him getting through to his subconscious as he rolled over and groaned, clutching the pillow in his arms tighter against his head. His body teetered on the edge of the bed due to his constant shifting, and his ear twitches as the music was turned down, though he didn't wake up.


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"You're still at it?" Alec asked, letting the bag slide off of his shoulders as soon as he'd set down his books. "Is it the same girl?"


He admired Zel's confidence - or at least, the amount he appeared to have when pursuing Amira. Alec himself would probably never have the guts to talk to anyone he liked that much...a telltale sign because he pretty much talked to everyone in the first place.

 

[BlueJae]

Luci froze when the other moved, waited until he settled down- then looked around the room. Better. He heaved a soft sigh, so this is what it was going to be like for the rest of the year. Great. Constantly trying to keep drugs out of his dorm and keep it clean. He hated this guy, really.


"Always. I think I'm getting better though." Azazel mumbled, crumpling up the now empty chip bag and tossing it. It hit the wall and landed in the trash can located in the corner of the room. Azazel had a habit to throw there for whatever reason. He wondered if Alec himself had a love interest but never asked and only halfway cared.

 

[ROUX]

About an hour and thirty minutes later, Michael managed to fall off of the bed, resulting in the face plant on the floor and a sharp pain in his skull He pushed himself up, cursing at his bad luck, and leaning against the back wall rubbing his still red eyes. "Wonderful....that'll add to the morning's hangover tomorrow..."


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"Yup, yup, good for you - I mean...good luck with that," Alec, said, correcting himself at the last moment to take the half skeptical/ half annoyed tone out of his voice. For some reason, what his roommate had said irked him...nahhh. it was just schoolwork that was bogging him down, that was it. Nothing a good 'ol guitar session couldn't fix. He made his way to the stand and wrapped his hand around the neck, hoisting it from it's place and resting it on his foot as he plugged in the cord.

 

[BlueJae]

Seeing as Micheal had taken up his bed and Luci all but refused to sleep on the other's, the man took up the small couch. He had to admit, these dorms, bigger and better than he'd expected out of a college, thus allowing more furniture and such- but, not by much. It wasn't really a couch persay, rather a loveseat and hell he knew his neck would cramp in the morning. He did his best to ignore the other's crash and rolled over. He didn't care- he didn't need to care.


Azazel's ears twitched at the sudden change in tone from the other but he didn't mention it. Hearing that familiar sound of that damned cord being plugged in he knew what to expect next. It's not that he didn't like when the other played, he would prefer someone who could over someone who couldn't but, he played frequently. Azazel wasn't sure if it was because it made him feel better or if it was because the class was cracking down hard on the practice times but Azazel, if he paid enough attention, could've probably memorized the songs by now.

 

[ROUX]

Michael yawned, moving towards his own bed when he realized he'd been sleeping in the other one - embarrassingly enough. He reached for the covers, before spotting the dresser across the room. The empty top of it, in fact. He blinked, sure he'd put his speed there before he'd crashed. He went to his suitcase, checking every pocket, growing increasingly more worried. One, the stuff wasn't cheap...and two, If he got caught with drugs on campus, he'd be booted for sure. If he'd moved it, it was a careless mistake, and he frowned as he snatched a pair of jeans from the ground, putting them on before walking into the other room. He didn't know what he'd initially expected to do - it wasn't as if he could just come out and ask whoever he was rooming with if he'd seen a bag of illegal substances laying about. But the last thing he expected to see was the same dude he'd been trying to avoid all day. Great.


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Slipping into a Weezer song first to calm his questionable mood, Alec strummed the strings of his instrument along to the count in his head, humming as he went about it. He figured Azazel might appreciate The Sweater Song, judging by the man's valiant efforts to get Amira to do just what the lyrics were explaining.

 

[BlueJae]

Luci didn't seem to move, asleep obviously, glasses still on. It was a wonder he hadn't broken them yet, even more so how he was sleeping with them on. It was extremely uncomfortable. He shifted in his sleep at the commotion but that was about it, trying to get all the sleep he could- even it was was still a bit, just a bit, early. Sleeping in wasn't an option for him though, despite the fact that he had a good chunk of time until his first class- but that was when morning hit. Of course, he didn't much care, he just rolled over, continuing to dream about whatever it was he was. Most likely the school going down. Some people just want to see the world burn.


Azazel kicked back on the couch, giving up on reading the boring text book. He folded his hands behind his head and closed his eyes, listening to the other. This was common, and one of the few, few times Azazel was listening, you could tell by this specific action. Odd, yes, that if he was really listening he closed his eyes, but it helped him focus more to be honest. He didn't know why, and no one ever asked, well, except for Amira but at some point she'd gotten used to it.

 

[ROUX]

If there was one artist Alec was told he sounded like, it was Kurt Cobain. Maybe it was the lackadaisical way he'd pronounce - or really, slur - his words when he was singing certain songs, or the raspy tone he'd managed to perfect over the years. Either way, he appreciated it, almost as much as he appreciated the band. He'd moved on to Heart Shaped Box, actually singing it now, noticing that the other man was indeed paying attention to the music now. He'd debated offering to teach Azazel some stuff for a while, but decided not to, deciding that the older student wasn't really that interested - and that Alec himself wasn't really that good.


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Michael had stormed over to the couch, ready to rage at he man for the empty bag he'd just found in the bathroom's trash can, but realizing the man was asleep, rolled his eyes instead. The other was curled away from him, and Michael had peered over him to look at his face, still glaring, but less than before. The glasses on his face were obviously digging into his skin, and the brunette reached out, hooking a finger under them and gently pulling them off of his face. He debated flushing those down the toilet - and then decided that he'd been enough of an ass, tossing them nearby on a table before returning to the bedroom to resume his earlier activities.

 

[BlueJae]

Luci automatically buried his face in the pillow, his unconscious self feeling the sudden relief of the pain that had been poking at the bridge of his nose. He had his arms hooked and wrapped around the small, square pillow. One couldn't be surprised if he suffocated himself by morning. He slept like a kid, really, knees to his chest pressed into a pillow. Maybe it was because the dorms were naturally cold, or maybe it was because he didn't feel safe enough to let his feet hand out. Either or, but the man had his reasons for everything. Everything.


Azazel almost looked asleep, almost, and he could've been if it wasn't for that tapping foot. He seemed to find a beat in most things, fast or slow, and pinpointed it- tapping his foot until it was following along with perfect rhythm. Alec was like his own personal radio, without song choices, but it didn't matter really. The man seemed to know just how to make the songs work. It was, after all, a nice time passer too. Azazel knew Alec could go on forever, if he really wanted to, and that was a good thing. He had about as much dedication to music as Azazel did to Amira, despite her huffy, pissy, hot,r eally hot acutally- he was getting off topic

 

[ROUX]

Classes were not an option.


Oddly enough, Michael sometimes felt better on the drugs than he was off of them - they'd become part of his everyday routine. So rather than going sober the whole day, he just slept. And slept, until he was well pass all of his class times, and also well into the afternoon. He sat up, running a hand through his messy hair and nearly fell back over when his phone buzzed from the nightstand. He reached for it, ignoring the throbbing in his head as he answered the call.


"'Hello? Sarah - "


"Where were you this morning?"


"I was asleep."


"You were what?! You had class, you idiot. How do you expect to pass if you can't even show up?"


"Maybe I don't wan't to pass..." he yawned again, just as he heard the angry noises on the other line.


"Fine. It's your life, Michael," She hissed at him, and the line went dead. He stared at the screen for a few moments before sighing, getting up, and getting dressed.


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Sarah slammed the phone down, shaking her head. Her brother was infuriating, but she couldn't help him and help herself pass at the same time...she wanted the old Michael back. The one who didn't do drugs, wasn't a complete jerk, and actually cared about his own life - but it looked like she was too late for that.


The blonde opened the door to her car, slipping inside and shutting it behind her before starting the engine. Her calculator had broken after being shattered the day before on the trip back to her dorm. It seemed to be fitting with all the shitty luck she'd been getting lately, but rather than bother about it for another week, she decided to head out and buy another.

 

[BlueJae]

Aiden glared at Azazel the whole way back from classes "You screwed me Zel, screwed me so hard." He hissed, Azazel just blinked "I'm sorry?" He said, uncertain on what Aiden wanted to hear "Bullshit you are, now I'm staying after class tomorrow with..With...I don't even remember his name. The guy that's substituting."


"Mr.Lightwood."


"Fuck off." He said, looking ready to punch him, when he realized he wouldn't have to


"Oh shit." Aiden took a step back, his expression turned scared, no, horrified "It was a pleasure knowing you." He took Azazel's hand and shook it before backing away. Far away. Azazel looked over, cocking a brow when he saw Amira stomping towards him "What're you-" He was cut off by a fist to his stomach, of course when he bent over she grabbed both sides of his head and slammed her knee into his face. Thrice. That said, she picked him up, one hand on his waist while she wrapped her other arm around his neck, and she flipped him. Once on the ground she gave his chest a good two stomps, hard ones, before huffing and storming off "I hate you!" She hissed as she did so, Aiden hurried back over to his friend "Dude, are you ok?"


"That was hot." Azazel wheezed.


Lucifer headed back towards the dorms, another day passed by another day won over. It was mid evening and he was starving. Head turning he headed for the cafeteria, of course he couldn't stay, it was much too loud to study in there and he was hoping his roommate wasn't blasting his music. That said, he grabbed what he could and packed it into one of those little bags they gave you when you needed to grab and o.Now that that was aside he hurried out and towards the dorms. Picking up his key he headed up those stairs, and to his dorm.

 

[ROUX]

He was getting worse over time now, he could see it. He could read it. The things he was drawing. They were too vivid, too exact, right down to the numbers on the man in the drawing's dog tags...and the brains blown out behind his head. Michael flinched, the pencil snapping in his hand - had to be the third one that day - and he crumpled the drawing, leaving it in a ball next to the others as he shot up suddenly, making his way to the couch, hoping television would distract him. He flipped through the channels, then went to Netflix, choosing his favorite episode of Sherlock. He leaned his head against the back of the seat. His eyes were still a bit red from the night before, but more pink now, as most of the stuff was out of his system.


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"Lookin' a little banged up there, Zel," Joey said, trying to hold back a laugh as he watched Aiden help Azazel to his feet. He'd seen the fight from a distance, and crossed over to investigate. "What, didja get run over by a truck? Or...perhaps a certain angry Ivory haired honors student?" He asked, already knowing the answer but grinning from ear to ear anyway. It was, perhaps, at least a little amusing to see a girl like Amira - no, actually anyone - beat up Azazel like that. Especially because things were more often than not the other way around.

 

[BlueJae]

"No one fucking invited you over Joey." Azazel hissed, but Aiden jumped right in "Got his ass handed to him in less than three seconds by my sister. She flipped him. I taught her well." Aiden sounded little more than pleased, while he didn't fight, he certainly knew how, and he'd passed it on to his older sister. But, of course, he left his own fighting for Azazel- he hated getting his hands dirty.


Lucifer opened the dorm door, ignoring his roommate on the couch and heading for the beds. Mm, his was still a mess perusual. He wiped it off and sat his stuff down, sitting at the edge of it he started to unwrap what he'd gotten from the cafeteria and set it to the side. That said, he opened his bag and started taking out all the notes he would need to study for the upcoming midterms. There were so many, it was unbelievable. He pushed his glasses back up and flipped through them all, taking the plastic fork he'd taken and bringing a bite of...Huh, what was that? He looked down, mm, Lasagna night. Not bad. He shrugged it off and kept looking.

 

[ROUX]

"Where's Ice Queen? How could she have missed this?" Jophiel wondered, surprised. Sarah usually wouldn't have missed an opportunity to view such prime entertainment. And knowing her mood these days, she might have even joined in if given the opportunity...just another one of the many reasons he was trying to get on her good side. If she had a good side. "Hey which way did your sister go? Gotta ask her something," he said to Aiden. Maybe he'd have better luck with Amira than he did with Tera.


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Distracted by the sudden movement, Michael looked over from the couch and watched the other man go up to the room, carrying books and something that smelled like food. He turned back to the tv, crossing his arms and sitting back.


After the episode had ended, Michael's curiosity got the best of him, he wandered to the room, standing in the doorway and leaning against the door frame, eyes boring across the room and into the studious looking man.


"Do you ever do anything else but study?"

 

[BlueJae]

"Huh? Uh, I think she went towards the library, you know, to blow off some steam." Aiden said, shrugging, Azazel started rubbing his nose "So, tell me buddy, did she crack your nose or shatter it?"


"Shut up Foul."


"Ooo, shattered. Let's go find the nurse. Later Joey, try not to get beaten down with a text book by my sister." Aiden warned, pushing Azazel towards the medical part of the school, which was probably not what it was called, but Aiden gave things his own names.


"I attend class, and eat." Lucifer said, not even looking up from his food or studies. He would've made a smart remark but he was too caught up to even try, let's see...What year...His mind started wandering through all the notes, occasionally his eyes would flick to the side while he thought then would drag back to what he'd been reading. He brought another bite to his mouth before flipping the page and looking through another page chock full of information.