𝑎𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑠𝑡
𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘵
❛𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫❜
Allison, "Alli," Brown and Chase Rocket met in Honors History in their junior years, and all because of fate. Well, that's probably what someone more poetic or clairvoyant might say. However, Alli knew the truth, which is that it was at the fault of whatever counselors or secretaries might be in charge of their first semester schedules, and the professor who randomly paired the two up for a class project.
Alli had been so convinced that period was going to be her absolute least favorite. It was her senior year, and the gods had decided that she was going to be without any of her friends in her History class. She had been dreading their Historical Figures project the moment Ms. Heplin told her it was going to be a partner project, required, and it was worth 70% of their grade. Of course, grades weren't her biggest worry, she knew she'd ace it as long as her partner let her do all of the work. No, she was worried about what idiot she'd end up paired with, who made stupid jokes the whole time and pretended like they knew what they were doing.
Of course, she still ended up with an idiot, but one who she could tolerate, eventually.
She didn't know him. All she knew was that his name was Chase, and that was only because Heplin had read his name with hers. The first thing he said to her was, "So, I assume you'll be doing everything and I'll sit quietly, right?" She'd responded, "Only if you want us to get along."
Of course, he did not sit there quietly, instead, he spent the whole time chatting her ear off while she researched different historical figures that they could potentially use. Question after question came. "What's your favorite color?" "What do you think of this class? I'm already failing, I'll probably be kicked out in a week." "So, you're gonna pick a feminist chick, huh? You give feminist chick fan vibes." Finally, she snapped and asked him "Why the hell" he was being "so goddamn talkative," and he admitted that he wasn't always like that, he was just nervous.
Eventually, they began working together. Sort of. Alli put Chase in charge of researching very specific things about Susan B. Anthony, the figure she'd chosen, that he couldn't possibly screw up, and she wrote everything down and organized and...well, everything else.
They both got As, and Chase told Alli that she was the only reason that they hadn't kicked him out of the class, but he was still transferring out. She had been disappointed. She wasn't sure why.
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The next time Chase saw her was three a.m., and all because his friends were idiots and he fell asleep at a party (he'd pulled an all-nighter watching comedy films the night before.) When he woke up, he was facing a girl with light brown hair that draped across her pajama top and big brown eyes. Oh, and he was lying in a chair carried all the way from his and Riley's dorm to Commons. the big common area which connected the Girls' and Boys' Dormitories.
She chuckled. "'Morning, sunshine. You alright?"
"Um..." He'd glanced around. "Yeah. Probably just my dumbass friends."
She nodded. "Right. I got that."
They'd laughed, and she turned away, Reese's Pieces bag visibly in hand from the vending machine, and he wasn't sure what came over him, but he stood suddenly from the soft armchair, immediately receiving a headrush as punishment, and grabbed her wrist.
