Avalon Apollo always wanted to pursue a career in the art industry; however, bad habits and free range was always her downfall. Attending her first year of Barlowe Centennial University, Avalon found what she always needed, what she needed in order...
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You know that moment in T.V. shows where everything that didn't make sense all comes together to finally "make sense".
Well I feel like this is my moment.
After listening to an hour of: "And oh my gosh, Hunter, tell them about this." Or "Hunter! Show them that." "Guys isn't Hunter so great!" "Hunter's been going to the gym, he's thinking about joining wrestling."
And trying to listen to Jolie- who by the way has a "snail fetish"-if that's even a thing, is giving me a headache.
"My favorite thing is this." "My favorite food is that." "When I was 7 I started a snail park for all the neighborhood snails, I named my first pet snail, Turbo."
That being said, I know I'm being hard on Jolie. She does sound like a fairly sweet girl and she is on the cuter side. She has dirty blond hair, more to the darker side of dirty blond, with soft tanned skin, and wears her hair in silk pastel colored ribbons, much like Gemma, but no one could ever look as stunning as she does in them.
Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse:
"Oh my gosh, babe! Tell them your architecture joke!" Gemma patted Hunter on his arm, giving him the biggest smile that should only be given to me.
"Babe, I don't think they'd want to hear it." He smiled back at her, rubbing her hand.
At least he's aware.
"No,no," Jolie cheered, "Let's hear it, Hunter!"
I sat back in my chair, taking a sip of my cherry sprite- more commonly known as a Shirley Temple- but it sounds more manly calling it a Cherry Sprite in front of 'Hunter the Architect.'
"Okay, okay," Hunter began, "Here it goes... What is a butterflies favorite piece of architecture?"
Gemma chuckled, covering her mouth, getting ready for him to present the next line.
"I don't know, what?" Jolie asked with a smile.
"CaterPILLARS."
What. The. Fuck.
With that last word, Gemma, Hunter, and Jolie burst out laughing, on the point of tears. I could feel my eyes twist into a look of confusion before quickly covering it up with a fake laugh.
I suddenly felt sick, my head was hurting and I hadn't eaten nearly at all today. After they all finished laughing and continued with small talk, I excused myself to the restroom.
On my way to the restroom, I gazed around a bit till my eyes met Cameron Beckett's. Not this prick again. I rolled my eyes and a small smirk crept upon his face. I noticed he was sitting at a table for two and there was another glass of water along with a plate of food sitting in front of him.
