Chester dashed all the way to school, struggling to chomp down a pop-tart and not choke to death in the process. His phone buzzed in his back pocket but he didn't have time to check the message until he slid into his first period chemistry class, out of breath and almost late.
I'm assuming you're running to school like a madman right about now, per usual. If you would simply accept my family's offer of an early graduation gift you would be riding to class in style now. Just stating facts.
Chester snorted at the message, well-meaning but ever so slightly pompous, just like his cousin. Perhaps he would use this scrutiny of his rideless situation to his advantage and bum a ride off Xavier later. Though they were close in age and therefore in the same grade level, Xavier didn't often share classes with Chester. He usually finagled his way into upper-division lessons whether he deserved to be there or not.
Shaking his head and blowing some messy rust-colored hair out of his face, he turned to Amelia, his only friend in the class, and grinned sheepishly at her.
"Hi," he said, breathing heavily and trying to catch his breath. "Did you know campus is 1.1 miles from my house? And I left my front door with my socks barely on about nine minutes ago? Apparently I can totally run the eight-minute mile. You should bow down to my awesomeness." He grinned at her, still slightly red under his freckles.
((I actually might have Xavier wind up being a TA for their class at some point to increase interaction even more.))
I'm assuming you're running to school like a madman right about now, per usual. If you would simply accept my family's offer of an early graduation gift you would be riding to class in style now. Just stating facts.
Chester snorted at the message, well-meaning but ever so slightly pompous, just like his cousin. Perhaps he would use this scrutiny of his rideless situation to his advantage and bum a ride off Xavier later. Though they were close in age and therefore in the same grade level, Xavier didn't often share classes with Chester. He usually finagled his way into upper-division lessons whether he deserved to be there or not.
Shaking his head and blowing some messy rust-colored hair out of his face, he turned to Amelia, his only friend in the class, and grinned sheepishly at her.
"Hi," he said, breathing heavily and trying to catch his breath. "Did you know campus is 1.1 miles from my house? And I left my front door with my socks barely on about nine minutes ago? Apparently I can totally run the eight-minute mile. You should bow down to my awesomeness." He grinned at her, still slightly red under his freckles.
((I actually might have Xavier wind up being a TA for their class at some point to increase interaction even more.))