College Kills 1x1

[BlueJae]

Azazel was more than pleased when he finally walked off. He didn't take what Micheal had said seriously, of course, and it was unlikely that he would. Either way, he'd made it to where he was going and surely enough, Amira was siting next to the window, nibbling on a cookie "You're going to rot your teeth out." He said, the girl had the biggest sweet tooth that was for sure "I do brush my teeth unlike some of us." She said, Azazel raised his eyebrows as he sat across from her, she looked up and quickly corrected herself "Not you...Need something?" She mused, going back to writing whatever it was she was "Not really. Waiting for Aiden to get out." He mumbled, Amira looked up, more focused "Out of what?" She asked, seemingly more serious now that it involved her brother- and Azazel wasn't about to sell his soul by telling her it was his fault "Ah, missing work." He waved it off, she sighed roughly and shook her head "That idiot."


"Almost done." He mumbled under his breath, trying to even things out and well, make it as precise as possible. He couldn't help it, but he could be a perfectionist when it came to these things. As annoying as that was if he came out with an answer he didn't like, right or not, he would surely erase it all and try a different approach until he did find something he liked. Not to say he did things the wrong way, he wouldn't stand for that either. Needless to say his lab partners found him agonizing to work with when he didn't let them touch anything and only let them note things.

 

[ROUX]

"So let me get this straight - you want to use my shitty lyrics, to put to your shitty musics, to create an altogether shitty song?" He asked, folding his arms. His words were more out of discomfort than maliciousness, and he resisted the urge to snatch back the papers from the boy's hands.


Tera had introduced him to Alexander, or Alec, as he'd liked to be called. He'd been skeptical at first, when the freshman had told him that he wanted to use Michael's lyrics...if you could call them that...to put his music to. Probably end up sounding like a crap tactic death metal ballad, knowing his mind...


"Why?"


"Because you, as mean as you are, have talent, and so does Alec. And besides, who doesn't want a live band at their party?" Tera beamed, waving her hands around as she spoke, a rather distinct habit of hers. Before she could ask what the hell she was talking about, she spoke again. "I managed to convince Jophiel to let you play...since your sister was happy enough to inform me of your talent with the bass guitar. Something about that being better than acting like a drugged up train wreck? Her words not mine."

 

[BlueJae]

"I need to figure out a plan." Amira said, suddenly slamming her fists down on the table "For what?" Azazel looked up at the girl, who was wearing a determined expression "For Aiden, he can't keep doing this. Missing classes, missing work, I won't have it. Whether his grades are good or not, it's no excuse to have such behavior because he thinks he can be lazy." She said, Azazel frowned, knowing Aiden was only guilty of missing classes, the man wasn't lazy- excluding on Mondays- and the missing work was his own fault. He debated admitting to that, but Amira was already on a role "And you're going to help me, yeah?" She asked, looking up at Azazel, who furrowed his eyebrows "I can't rely on Matthias anymore, he's too caught up in his sports, so, I'll need you to deal with Aiden for me. Easy, yeah?" She asked, batting her eyelashes in that way that she simply knew Azazel could never say no to "I suppose." He grumbled, he'd just apologize to Aiden later.

 

[ROUX]

As his mood switched, so did the music, as the stereo was now blasting with what was unmistakably Slipknot, prattling on as usual about his inner demons and things as such. He was draped in a blanket in the living room, trying to decide what to do about Lucifer. Lucifer. What kind of parents would name...


Michael snickered, crossing his arms as his hair stuck up from his head as he hung upside down from the back of the couch by his legs. Couldn't laugh at that one...he and his sister were named after angels, and look how that had turned out...


Back to topic. He was a douche. Himself.


Michael frowned, and then relaxed, since the expression took two much effort i the position he was currently in. He certainly wasn't going to flat out apologize, that was for sure. He was terrible at those. But he couldn't help feeling a bit guilty. Just a bit. So...he'd cooked. Sure it was a bit out of the ordinary, but he would have done it anyway - he hated campus food - and he hadn't eaten in three days because of his lack of drugs. Too focused on the after effects of his almost - sobriety. He'd stayed up all night, not risking the sleep, and gotten even crankier for it, and for that, his conscience had kicked in. The smell of food coming from the bedroom wouldn't change that, but if he had to express his feelings through the covered bowl of Cajun Seafood on the small desk, he would.


Annnddd then there was the Alec problem.

 

[BlueJae]

Aiden pushed open the double doors open looking all too tired as he dragged his feet. He wondered where everyone was, though that didn't last long when he bumped into somebody and stumbled back "Dude." He groaned.


"Is that how you address somebody that you so rudely walked into?"


Aiden knew that voice all too well, though he hadn't heard it in a while "Oh, look who finally crawled out of the deepest pages of the study guides." He said, looking up at the man as he readjusted his glasses"At least I'm making use of the college experience. Missing work, Charlot?" Lucifer arched a brow and Aiden glared at him "You and I both know that wasn't my fault." He said, obviously on defense "True." Lucifer said, but he did't walk off rather, he hesitated, Aiden arched a brow "I need your...Advice." He muttered, almost shamefully, Aiden about bust a gut before he stood up straight again, trying to regain composure "Ok, ok, I'm sorry. Alright, what do you need?" He said, a wicked grin spread across his face, which wasn't hard to see even in the late lighting, but then again, Lucifer's frown wasn't either "When you...Get in a fight with Matthias, or if you do, does it ever get really bad?"


"Well, rarely but there was this one time..."


Lucifer nodded "And, what did you do? Avoid him, ignore him, throw a plate of lasagna at him?" The last part sounded hopeful, Aiden blinked "You're in a fight with your roommate and you want to know how I deal with this." He said, Luci rolled his eyes "Amira doesn't get into fights, Azazel would tell me beat the shit out of him, Matthias is...Wherever and I have no one else I care to ask so." Lucifer looked back down at him, Aiden considered it "If it"s really that bad, you could always turn into a hobbit." he suggested, Lucifer frowned "Excuse me?" He asked, Aiden continued "The rooms in your dorm, you and your roommate have different one's depending on how your dorm is laid out but, all of them have such, separated beds in different rooms for reasons. Now, I'm not saying this is the best idea but, you could lock yourself in your room and only emerge when you need to. I mean, you probably already do that minus the locked door."


"The doors don't have locks."


"Have you not watched movies? There are better ways to lock your door. Getta damn chair, or, I could find you some rope." Lucifer blinked, nodding slowly "So you suggest limited contact until the situation sorts itself out is that it?" He asked "Or until one of you apologizes, but if that was possible I'm sure it would've already happened." Aiden shrugged, Luci nodded "Fair enough. Thank you, I suppose. To the dorms then?" He asked, Aiden snorted "Are you escorting me home?" He asked, trying not to laugh "Just fucking move Charlot." Luci growled, walking toward the dorms, Aiden following beside him "Sir yes sir."

 

[ROUX]

He didn't even know why he'd bothered to bring this crap. Well no, not crap...this was a pretty damn nice bass, or at least the 2,000 he'd paid for it made it feel that way. He held it carefully on it's side in is lap, one hand curled around the neck, fingers lightly strumming on the strings, then plucking at them, tuning by ear with harmonics. He was surprised he remembered. The last time he'd picked up a bass guitar was before he'd gone to Afghanistan...needless to say, he thought after that whole crap - storm he'd lost all motivation.


He went up and down the scale a few times, refreshing himself on where each note on the fret board was, before reaching behind him on the bed and pointing it outside of his door, turning the music down for once.


Michael pulled his bottom lip between his teeth as he thought of what songs he actually knew that he could play in Drop A. He needed something...soft for once. Something to offset all the aggressiveness for a change. He ceased gnawing at his lip, tapping his foot four times, before starting off, sliding into a pattern as he dove off into Muse's New Born, enjoying the complicated yet soothing lilt of the baseline, adding in bits and pieces of his own when he stopped for short periods, working the melody in as well in hos own way. He kicked the door almost shut, not wanting to hear anything from downstairs to distract him, and turned the amp he'd 'borrowed' from one of the various guitar rooms earlier to the highest possible volume, suddenly finding himself getting into it.

 

[BlueJae]

"So how bad is your roommate really?"


"He fucked up my notes because I flushed his little stash down the drain."


"Drugs?" Aiden asked, Lucifer hummed, that was a yes for sure "So, is he still on them, or is he trying to turn around?" Aiden asked, his interest obviously pricked "I wouldn't know, I was out of my dorm for a day, had a bit of a...Fit." Lucifer obviously sounded ashamed for his actions, not that he'd show it to Micheal "Ooo, Mr.Perfect had a hissy fit did he? What happened?"


"I called him a lot of things, told him go waste his life away somewhere else, that I didn't want him anywhere near me, to get out and go get a dead end job and die doing his stupid drugs...Oh, and I smashed a plate of lasagna in his chest." Lucifer mumbled, Aiden whistled "Luci doesn't play no games." He laughed, Lucifer smacked him upside the head with the once ruined note book "Grammar, use it. So I lost my temper but that's nothing that you haven't already seen." He hissed, Aiden shrugged "Fair enough my nerdy friend, but what will you do now? Take my advice or skip out on your dorm?" He asked, Lucifer thought for a moment.


"Would you ever consider switching-"


"Hell no." Aiden answered, crossing his arms across his chest "I am not switching dorms with you." He said firmly, Luci sighed "Fair enough, I didn't expect you to, I guess I'll just barricade myself in my room." He said, nodding to Aiden when he held the door open into the dorms, it was at the third floor they parted ways. Aiden had a higher up room, Lucifer was here "Don't die!" Aiden called, laughing at the other, he glared before readjusting his glasses, and they went separate ways.

 

[ROUX]

It had taken more vape, and the ten minutes it took to convince himself that he didn't sound horrible, before he actually attempted what Alec had been suggesting before they parted ways. He'd let the shorter man hang on to the papers containing his songs and/or poems, having each and every word tucked away in his memory. Surprisingly, the one that came to the forefront of his mind wasn't one of the...deeper ones, having more of a lighter theme. Than again, lighter to him was still pretty damn dark to others. He played, and it was a relief in some ways, the tune had been stuck in his head for forever. When he sang, hearing his voice that way after the two years, it was almost completely foreign...as were the words of his past - the ones that didn't make him want to lock himself in a room and scream at the world anyway.

I, I can't get these memories

​

Out of my mind


And some kind of madness


Is starting to evolve


And I, I tried so hard to let you go


But some kind of madness


Is swallowing me whole, yeah


I have finally seen the light


And I have finally realized


What you mean
​

 

[BlueJae]

Lucifer stood at the door, he could hear the music blasting but he didn't seem to catch Micheal's singing. He stared at the door for quite a while. Alright. This was easy. Just take Aiden's advice. Micheal's room was on the right, his was on the left, he just needed to make it to his room, close the door, and...And...He didn't know, shove the dresser in front of it? Maybe. Thought that seemed stupid. He shook it off, he just needed to make it to his room in one fell swoop. Easy. He made sure everything was in check, nothing to slow him down. Nope. Alright. He was taking this too seriously, was he being childish? No, of course not. He brushed that thought off as ridiculous before reaching for the doorknob. One, exact, B-line. He opened the door and closed it behind him, surely Micheal's music would block out the sound. He strode across the dorm, into his own room, and closed the door behind him. Did he want to barricade it now or later? Maybe he should just grab the desk chair. Maybe the other didn't even care that he was home, too wrapped up in his own things. Yeah, he was too wrapped up, definitely.

 

[ROUX]

Michael saw the flash of the man's shirt go past his door, and he faltered, but continued playing, though his singing had ceased now that he knew someone else was in the space. He wondered if the man had gotten his peace offering...if he didn't want it, Mike would certainly take it. You had to be pretty idiotic to turn down shrimp, or at least it seemed that way to the bassist at the moment. Honestly, he didn't even know why he cared if Luci had gotten it or not. Or gotten the meaning behind it. Was there meaning? He himself wasn't sure, and he stopped playing for a moment to sigh, running a hand through his curls and yanking on one absent mindedly, before picking the next song, classic White Stripes - that one song every damned perso seemed to chant to at the world cup soccer games. Not that he was complaining.

 

[BlueJae]

Luci set his things down and straightened back up before looking down. He blinked. What was that? And he only asked because he'd taken his glasses off for a moment's time. There was something on his desk, and he wasn't quite sure what it was. He looked it over, picking it up and turning it all different ways. Food. Ok, well, that was obvious. To be more specific it was seafood. Lucifer wasn't sure if he ate that, only because he'd never had seafood before, not where he came from. He blinked, there was no way in Hell Micheal made it for him right? If he did...Lucifer examined the bowl skeptically, what had the other put in it? Poison? Bleach? Drugs just to get back at him? He stared at it a little longer before looking over at his bed, the plastic fork was still there, having fallen off the plate. He scooted towards it, picking it up and sticking it in the bowl before taking a bite...Well, it didn't taste like any of the above. Fair enough. He sat at the end of his bed, eating whilst his mind wandered.

 

[ROUX]

Satisfied with the re-discovery of his musical abilities...for the time being...he disconnected all the cords and wires and whatnot, setting the instrument back in it's case before getting comfortable. He'd spent an hour studying today - new record for him - and now, it was time to get comfortable. Netflix binge, again. he stripped his shirt, not bothering for another, instead just grabbing his old Adidas jacket from a hook and throwing it over his shoulders, before swapping his jeans for sweat pants, and pulling open the door to saunter into the main room. Michael plopped down on the couch, picking up the remote, flicking his wrist, and pointing it at the TV.

 

[BlueJae]

Lucifer leaned back against the wall, finishing off the rest of his food while he stared blankly. It was one of the few moments that he wasn't actually studying or doing something productive, he was simply eating. He blinked, looking down when he felt his phone vibrate. When he saw the number he put down his food and picked up.


The room was soon filled with Lucifer's voice, soft and hushed with a sudden turn of serious tone repeating the phrases "Yes." and "Of course." Over and over for a span of exactly two minutes and twenty five seconds before the call ended, and it never ended on the note he would've liked. He stopped expecting it to years ago. Quietly, he went back to eating, staring at his phone, as if it would ring again. It didn't.

 

[ROUX]

Alec crossed his legs on the carpet in his room, books spread out in front of him as he attempted to focus on what he was doing. It was extremely difficult at the time, due to the barely hidden excitement, and he purposely had put his guitars in another room. No temptations, that's what he'd told himself, but still ended up leaving his work every two minutes to check on The X Factor, blaring in the other room. What could he say...he lived for Simon Cowell's sarcasm. Though he was going to be getting some pretty unfunny remarks if he didn't figure out a way to pass his hellish tests.


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< You coming? -J >





Jophiel sent the text, then tossed his phone down on the table beside his Gatorade, picking the ball off the ground and heading back towards the hoops. The court was free - a rare sight in their school, especially in season - and he'd texted Matthias earlier, wondering if the man would want to come shoot a few. That and the fact that he wanted to catch up with the guy. Both of them had been busy doing different things, Joey mainly focusing on getting ready for his party, which had somehow morphed into both a rave and a kegger in his mind. A.K.A, he'd have to take even further measures to confuse campus security...

 

[BlueJae]

"Absolutely not."


"What? Why not? You're going aren't you?" Aiden blinked in disbelief at his sister, who'd forbidden him to go to Joey's part or, rather, 'kegger' as he called it "I am, but I earned it. You're behavior is getting out of hand." Amira said, arms crossed. She'd come all the way to the boys' dorms just to tell him not to make plans "But- I- That's not fair. The paper, that wasn't even my fault," He hissed "Azazel took my shit because he forgot his own! Bet he didn't tell you that, did he? Who're you going to believe more, him or me?" Aiden said, mimicking his sister and crossing his own arms. She made a face "Oh. You're joking." Aiden said, falling more and more in that disbelief, and more into the pissy mood that he was always in, but worse "Are you actually considering that he wasn't lying? Are...Are you calling me a liar?"


"I didn't-"


They were both stopped when Matthias attempted to sneak past them "And where are you going?" They asked in sync, Matthias flinched, caught by the twins "I uh," He cleared his throat "fresh air." He stated, they studied him before Aiden frowned "I bet he feels just about as suffocated as I do." he said, turning back to his sister "This wouldn't be a problem if you'd just do your work!"


"I fucking did!"


The two went on to argue while Matthias scurried out of sight, already heading off to the court, having seen Joey's text, he didn't have time to reply after the interruptions.

 

[ROUX]

"Where the hell - ahhhh shitttt..."


Michael frowned, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger, realizing what he'd forgotten to move. He'd been looking for the rest of his dabs, as he'd run out from using the vape pen so much earlier, though he thought there would be more of the stuff than that left in there. Of course, karma decided to strike again, and he'd left them on the dresser in Luci's room...and that was the last place he wanted to go. He waited for another ten minutes, then decided he'd rather face certain scrutiny - and maybe a chestful of seafood - than have to see things that weren't really there for the rest of the night. He got up, dropping the blanket on the couch behind him, and walked over to the door, knocking thrice.


------


"Heeeeyyy- oh?" Joey caught sight of his friend entering the court, stopping mid greeting upon seeing the look on his face.


"Trouble in paradise?" he asked, looking away only to complete his shot, then walking over to retrieve the ball. "Or is it just 'cause of exam week? I'm sure you could get Amira to help you, she's like a god damned real life Hermione Granger."

 

[BlueJae]

There was no answer, really. The room was a silent Hell full of scattered papers, a few broken pencils or two, and a ripped backpack. No worries, however, there was a spare on in the closet for this reason. A precaution. That aside, the man mentioned prior was rolled over on his bed, the blankets and pillow had been thrown off, and so he was just sleeping on the mattress and sheet. Needless to say the room was a mess, but of course, Micheal's things were left untouched, and...As for the seafood, had it not been for the fact that it'd been eaten, it might have been all over the walls. Luckily, this was not the case for reasons mentioned just prior.


"I think she's too busy strangling her brother for that." Matthias said, fixing the expression that'd forced Joey to ask him what was wrong. Stretching,, he cracked his neck, the two could be a handful sometimes really and how they've stood each other for so long was a mystery to Matthias. They just seemed so...Incompatible for twins, siblings even.

 

[ROUX]

Michael waited, heard nothing and sighed. Maybe he was asleep...and in that case, he slowly turned the knob, poking his head around the door and taking in the chaos.


"The fuck...what even happened?" he muttered under his breath, stepping over several items, trying not to stab himself on the shattered pencils. He couldn't he p but have a brief moment of glory when he saw the empty bowl where the food had been, but it was short lived. The space looked as if something had exploded - quite violently. Michael walked over to the bed on instinct, reaching out and clutching Lucifer's wrists gently, checking hem for scratches, and then his hands, before looking over his face. He thought for a moment, before poking him in the side, several times. He could have waited, milled around about it until morning, or he could have not asked at all, but something about the situation made him uneasy. That, and he already wanted to know for some reason.


"Luci. Wake up."


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"Lots of fighting going on this week, apparently. Spaghetti flying, courtyard takedowns, and lets not forget the antics of this year's petty freshman class," Joey snickered, tossing the ball to Matthias. "Bet Amira's shadow is working hard to outdo all of them," he added in amusement, the words obviously regarding Azazel and his hotheaded tendencies. "Eh. I don't have time for fighting. I'm sore enough doing...other activities," he laughed, crossing his arms.

 

[BlueJae]

Lucifer grunted, rolled over face down, and continued to sleep. He really didn't want to wake up, didn't want to deal with things, at least not now. Not now. He hated those, those damned calls, everything they held, meant, it was useless in the end and yet...It did more than that, it was more than that, useless that was. He felt like the biggest hypocrite, thinking lowly of people who didn't care much for college when he was right in along with them, but he couldn't let anyone know that, he couldn't let them know that. This aside, the attempts to wake him up were most unappreciated, even if he was asleep...But then again, try to wake up a guy who'd just taken all his energy out on the destruction of his room, and he may or may not be the happiest guy in the world.


Matthias caught the ball, took two steps, tried a shot, and made it as it rolled around the rim and tipped in- making a hoop "I wouldn't be surprised if he was." Matthias said, thinking about Azazel and how violent he could get, those freshman fights? He'd yet to miss one, and he'd yet to not get into one, using the excuse 'He was breaking it up'. Yeah, breaking it up by beating the shit out of the fighters. Matthias looked back over at his freinds at his last comment and made an amused huff "Oh really?" He mused.

 

[ROUX]

"Well...honestly, not recently. Figured it was about time to cut the crap," Joey admitted, catching the ball as it fell from the hoop and bouncing it back to Matthias, then bending town to retie his laces. He'd basically gone on a womanizing spree after Sarah had dumped his ass - not his finest moments - but none of it had meaning. And it was fine for a while, but...the constant hangovers got old, and painful. And it didn't really help.


He shook his head, putting those thoughts to the side, and standing again.


"Enough about me. You have your eye on anyone? Besides the entire softball team anyway..."


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Sheesh. this guy slept like a rock. He probably could have surprise Ice Bucket Challenged him, and he'd just keep on sleeping...


Michael shook his head, not even going to try and understand it. He'd wasted too much effort on this anyway, and he was starting to wonder why he'd even bothered trying in the first place...actually, he'd been doing a lot of that kind of thinking lately. It was scary. He backed away from the bed, snatching his things off of the dresser before leaving, and keeping the door open. If Luci decided to go on another rampage, at least this time, he'd hear it.

 

[BlueJae]

Matthias aimed, bounced the ball off Joey's back while he was still bent over, and still made the hoop "It's not the entire softball team." He corrected, watching his friend stand, then shrugged. He didn't quite have his eye on anyone. Well, being caught up with sports and all, that softball thing was an exaggeration too. It was only the nine out of the fourteen, thank you very much. Though, other than the mentioned, no, not anyone- he didn't think at least.


Lucifer didn't want to wake up, he really didn't, he knew he would have to acknowledge what he'd done and he knew he would have to clean up all that he'd done. He didn't want to do either- and to make matters worse, Micheal had seen it all, not that he knew that yet, but when he did, that need to be reclusive would increase tenfold and the length of time that took up would increase. Hell, he might even start camping out in the library throughout the night, never wanting to come back until the feeling wore off, which he knew would take it's time.

 

[ROUX]

"Alright, showoff," Joey chuckled, retrieving the ball and this time coming up the court with it, standing on one of the lines in the invitation for a 1v1. "So. I've been doing my research...I need a bit of drama at my party. You know, for kicks, always gotta have a good showdown. Predictions for the great battle of Amira and Azazel? Round two, I suppose," he laughed, bouncing the ball as he did so. "This thing's gotta come to a head sometime soon. And I did just find out the most interesting tidbit of information the other day, listening in the yard....It seems that Sarah's twin brother is almost as full of information as she is."


Jophiel wasn't really malicious, but he did enjoy watching drama unfold. From the sidelines, of course, and as long as it wasn't too out of hand. But Azazel didn't like him much, and it would be very amusing to drop this little tidbit on him...though a certain freshman was going to have explaining to do.

 

[BlueJae]

"Very well." Matthias said, taking up his invitation, though whilst listening to the rest of what he was saying, the other became unsure of this 'drama plan' "You really think that's a good idea?" He asked, thinking about Amira losing it in front of everyone, and Azazel...Well, alright, while he didn't much care, Amira might be little more than embarrassed- and to be fair, he was only worried because he didn't know how Amira took those kinds of things, and not just because she was a girl. She'd never really met humility, she did her best to be the golden child, and she was, succeeding best she could. Hell, even a nerd like her had a reputation, and having a slip up at a party with- how many people? Jophiel knew a lot of people, and being as persuasive as he was. While it would've been interesting, that much was true, just how much of the consequences or backlash did he really understand? Then again, that wasn't Matthias's business.

 

[ROUX]

"Mmm, probably not. But then, when have you ever known me to be the cautious kind of guy?" Joey laughed, checking the ball to Matthias. He wasn't going after Amira, per say...but he had, in fact, kept his eye on her for some time. Or at least, three weeks for a guy like Jophiel was some time. He did want Sarah at the party, he did want to talk to her, to apologize for what he'd never been able to before. But Amira had interested him, and as long as Azazel was there, stealing all the attention - and falsely, according to his newest source - he would never get a chance to make a move. And it was not his goal to be forever known as 'Sarah's ex' to her.


And Azazel...well...everyone knew they didn't exactly like eachother. But after hearing what he did, he couldn't help but side with the man that had tamed the beast, only to loose him all over again. He looked back at Matthias, grinning wide, ready to break the news. "So...I have nearly confirmed...that Terachiel's crush was the same freshman that ended up stealing Azazel's heart..."

 

[BlueJae]

Matthias nearly dropped the ball "What?" Was there...No, Amira wasn't a freshman, she wasn't. That much he knew, and thus, who the hell? He didn't like the thought of that, no, that wasn't the problem- the problem was Zel liking anyone but Amira. The thought almost seemed impossible, it had to have been, if he'd found someone else he would've moved on. That was, of course, assuming that someone else really had caught his attention. Someone who'd actually caught Azazel's attention that wasn't Amira. yeah, no getting used to that one. Not anytime soon, at least.


"So who is it, then?" He asked on the off chance that Joey would tell him however that wasn't likely, at least not in his mind. The other was talking about it like it was the dramatic kind of thing, and it probably was, but it was also mind boggling, too.