Something Red

Part Two

"Shut the fuck up, Cooper, before I slit you a new pie hole."

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It's around mid-day when I finally get a much needed break. My lectures so far have been in one word 'gruesome'. The lecturers don't give two spoons about the new transfer sophomore who is finding it extremely nerve racking to keep track of what exactly is going on since the session started about two weeks ago. I'm not stupid, I know what is going on it's just that the people here are so fucking retarded. They're all too nosey and always poking into your business. If I wasn't being ignored by the lecturer I was being made the centre of attention and made to prove time and time again my intelligence like I was some animal under observation or they were weighing my knowledge.

Enough about irritating lecturers and nosey course mates, it's lunch time and I need to find a spot to sit so I can try to eat the junk I brought since I couldn't eat in the morning for whatever reason.

I take one step into a quaint looking café somewhere on the campus grounds when I hear "Scar!" and see Dylan waving me over enthusiastically. I feel my shoulders sag a bit when I spot his stupid grin on his face and make my way towards him despite the urge to turn and leave when I see he's not alone. My feet lead me over to the booth he's at and I instantly regret it, seeing just how many people are seated at that booth. There has to be about at least 10 people at that booth and I suddenly feel all their heavy eyeballs on me. Dylan snaps me out of my haze of regret as he gets up and throws his heavy arm around my poor shoulders, for some reason I don't elbow his ribs to get out of his embrace. I find comfort in the crook of his arm as I'm eyeballed all at once.

"You...found me. Yay..." I mutter sarcastically as he grins down at me.

I just know I'm in for a long introduction when his grin gets impossibly wider.

"Yo, guys this is her. She's the hot new sophomore female I told you I met this morning." He sounds so smug declaring that, I have to raise a brow at his boisterousness, amused.

He thinks I'm hot, I find myself rolling my eyes at the thought. He already told people about me, that's nice. I mildly wonder if he ever really shuts up.

"Her name is Scarlet and I'm the only one allowed to call her Scar. She's majoring in Lit, as she calls it. Say hi, Scar. They don't bite much." He winks at my blank expression, once again never getting the message.

"Sure, Ken Doll."

Someone scoffs at that, I don't even bat an eyelash.

"Hey." I even do a little wave for his benefit as I tuck my bangs behind my ears again.

A few of them smile at me and say 'Hey' 'Sup' 'Ola' back, two or three wave back and the rest keep on tapping their screens or go back to talking quietly but intensely. I don't really care so I glance around the café, desperately in need of a drink.

"Take a seat, I'll introduce everyone to you." Dylan says as he makes me sit beside a girl with her long platinum blonde hair up in a ponytail chatting animatedly with an attractive guy with a man-bun and piercings littering his ears and face. They don't seem to notice me and I'm glad, the guy looks so bored of the conversation that it seems nearly dreadful to be in it. I'm not getting dragged in too.

"You're sitting next to Imogen Bloomingdale, Scarlet. Her major's Textile Design. She's the loudest, meanest and vainest person you will ever meet, trust me." He says making odd faces behind her head and the others laugh when Imogen turns rapidly to glare daggers into poor Dylan. She goes back to talking with the bored hottie again.

"The poor fella she's boring half to death is Ahish Harrar. He has some computer slash techy mumbo jumbo major going on. His IQ is fucking unreal and unbelievable, makes him the smartest kid in this entire town but he's too lazy for anything apart from brain power and video games. Hardly does any sports these days even. Dead guy."

Ahish flips Dylan the bird subtly, his bored eyes never straying from Imogen as she goes on with whatever it is she is pouting and gesticulating about. Dylan laughs along with the others at the booth, flipping him back and sticking his tongue out as he mouths 'Whipped'.

"That's Thera, the Chinese potato with the buns. She's obsessed with weapons and carries needles and daggers around like they're cosmetics. She's majoring in History and War...some shit like that. I don't even know with her."

"Shut the fuck up, Cooper, before I slit you a new pie hole." Thera growls playfully, twirling a sharp hair pin around her nimble fingers before turning to give me a friendly smile. I think I can like her.

"Dyl was dropped on his head as a child. It's okay, we all know it."

"Yeah and if you're ever feeling suicidal, she can help you with that. We all know it." He mocks, pouting at me.

"I'm not feeling like it right now, but I'm sure where to go to when I do." I nod looking serious as I open my rucksack to get my cookies.

"I was... kidding, Scar." Dylan's face pales and I fight the urge to chuckle as I tear open a pack of cookies.

"You were?" I feign disappointment watching Dylan get flustered by the second.

"Sca-"

"Cheebus, Dyl. She's just pulling your leg, don't go all emotional on us? You're such a puss puss." Thera sniggers, stabbing the hair pin into the wooden table and I nibble on a cookie, a mischievous look on my face.

"Don't do that to me, Scarlet." He sighs relieved, I can only shrug in return making no promises.

"Hello there! I'm Leo."

Suddenly there's an extremely tanned boy beside me,  from practically nowhere.

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