what's more important
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"room three-hundred-twenty-four..." you mumble to yourself, checking the wrinkled paper that is your class schedule. being a college transfer wasn't easy, especially smack in the middle of the semester, but this school offered better classes, and you had to make the tough choice of moving. you knew nothing of this campus, only recalling vague moments of the virtual tour you haphazardly took before signing with admissions. the campus was much larger than your last one, and the buildings were practically labyrinths. one end of the hall was rooms in the three-hundreds, but before you reached the one you were looking for, there were rooms in the four-hundreds.
but you continued on, ignoring the maps the school had hung on the walls, because frankly, they looked like hieroglyphics. at this point, you were just hoping you'd stumble across the room. eventually, you turn a corner, being met with a staircase leading down. and with a shrug, and seemingly no where else to go, you make your way down. the stairwell slightly echoey as your boots click against the metal. you quickly begin to believe that this was not the right way, as quite an unmistakable smell fills your nose. you reach the base of the staircase, brows furrowed as the smell only got stronger.
the hall was empty, much like the others, but you heard faint chatter. you raise your eyebrows in hope, following the faint sound of voices, ignoring that the smell continued getting stronger.
stoners...
you think to yourself with an eye roll. every campus had them. a group of people who would roll up just about wherever they could, despite it being against every campus' guidelines. you just hoped these stoners you were about to run into weren't too far gone to give you directions.
turning another corner, your eyes land on a group of boys, practically blocking a staircase. a few of them hanging over the railings, while the rest sat on the steps. all of them seemed to be either smiling, or laughing, and your eyes land on the joints held in their hands. none of them seemed to notice you, at least not until you got closer. one of them notices you, his smile instantly dropping as he warns the others in a whispered tone of your arrival. you roll your eyes as you watch them lazily throw their joints to the side, pretending as if they weren't doing anything.
"excuse me..." you start, feeling uncomfortable as all their gazes fix onto you. "do any of you know where i can find professor auclair's room?" the boys stay silent at first, exchanging glances among one another, and if you didn't know any better, you'd think they were communicating telepathically.
"felix takes french." one of them starts, the one who had noticed you first. you eye him strangely, because frankly, you had no idea which one of them was felix.
"okay..." you trail off, waiting for them to say more, but they don't. "and which one of you is felix?" you question, sensing that they were just going to keep staring at you. freaks.
"you must be new here." another one speaks up, a mischievous glint in his eyes. you roll your eyes.
"what gave it away?" you ask sarcastically.
"well one, you came down here. no one ever comes down here." another one of them starts. "and two, you don't know us." he adds. great, stoners with god-complexes.
"you know what— nevermind, i'll find it myself." you wave them off, not getting the best of vibes from them.
"oh— hang on a second." one of them jumps up from his seated position, making his way over to you, stopping your motions with a hand on your shoulder. "you're not a snitch, are you?" he asks. you turn around, face contorted in disgust as you shake his hand off of your shoulder. you take in his appearance, a little rugged, longer, unkempt black hair, topped off with a few facial piercings.
"i don't think i need to tell on you. if anyone even came close to that staircase, they'll get a whiff of what's going on down here." you retort, pinching your nose. the man scoffs. "now if you'll excuse me—" you turn around way too fast, feeling a little bit hurried to get away from them, but the haste move doesn't work out in your favor, and you find yourself tripping, falling right onto the floor. you drop your books, and your phone slides out of your pocket. you hear a few of them holding back laughter as another one of them climbs off the railings, coming over to help you.
you groan as you start gathering your things. the one who'd asked if you were a snitch had picked up your class schedule, and the other, picks up your phone. you notice him looking over your schedule, and the last thing you wanted was for these freaks to know where all of your classes were. so you snatch the paper back from him, shooting him a nasty glare in the process. you then make your way over to the one who picked up your phone.
"thanks—" you quickly cut off your gratitude when he pulls it away from your grasp, not allowing you to have it. "dude. give me my phone." you deadpan, holding your hand out. you take in his appearance as well, a sharp gaze paired with a seemingly permanent smirk, his hair also long, and black in color.
"that's not how you treat someone who helped you pickup your things." he shrugs, placing your phone in his back pocket.
"what are you? twelve? i have to get to class, and according to you," you pause, turning to the one who first noticed you. "whichever one of you is called felix, does as well." you add, noting that french class started soon, and if felix had the same class, he had to be there as well. a couple of them let out chuckles at your response.
"shit! it's already three?" a blonde freckled boy shoots up from his seating position. you assume for him to be felix.
"i wouldn't know. your idiot friend has my phone." you spit.
"feisty." the idiot friend in question speaks up.
"give her the phone." the one you assume to be felix commands. you watch as he grabs eyedrops from his bag, quickly applying them before swinging the bag around his shoulders. "you can follow me, i'll take you to class." he urges to you. thankfully, the other one places your phone in your hand, smirking at you as he lets his hand brush against yours. you grimace, looking back to felix. a couple of the guys whistle, sending smirks toward felix.
you weren't so sure if following him would be a good idea, despite him having the same class. a daunting feeling in your stomach that he wouldn't actually take you to the class was keeping you planted in your spot. felix looks at you with an urgent glare.
"well? are you coming?" he questions. and you had a choice to make, looking at the time on your phone, five minutes until class began.
will you allow felix to lead the way, or will you take your chances, and find the classroom on your own?
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the butterfly effect // stray kids
FanficUPDATES EVERY WEDNESDAY!! an interactive story where you choose your path! finding yourself surrounded by the university "bullies", every choice matters. and your actions will have consequences. ~~~~~ DISCLAIMERS: - intended lowercase - purely fict...