joan of arc , r. carpio {discontinued}

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❑ hell week: part 1
⤷ ❝ look, tom cruise, even if they do exist— which they don't— i wouldn't get your puny hopes up ❞

          THE SMELL OF freshmen roaming the compass, they herded in groups— like elephants. she just came out of her biology class, textbook still at hand, but instead of her peaceful walk back, she watched as fresh faces walked pass by, dodging the boulder that is joan arcs or else they'd meet with the impact of the floor.

that's another thing that joan hated, freshman. they were stuck up, annoying and they were in fact, babies in the acrs girl's eyes.

she was walking down the campus, avoiding the usual route she takes for two reasons. one, the freshman, and two, randall carpio shared a the biology glass with her and was most definitely trying to find her. m

joan rolled her heel, her white-to-brown converses skidding the pavement as she took a sharp turn towards the centre of belgrave university.

the brunette thought she was in the clear, she took at least four unnecessary turns just to loose and avoid the two things she hated, but she was in fact, far from clear. joan had underestimated her speed walking and had just arrived wjen the tour had finished, this left the arcs girl with a single freshmen and another person she utterly hates.

alyssa drake, narcissistic to say the least. joan arcs completely despised the girl, with her completely sweet until it hurts personality and tone that made the girl cringe everytime she heard it—this was what she told everyone. but in reality, she didn't hate any of those aspects, there was nothing really wrong about alyssa drake, really, there was nothing wrong about her. in reality, if it weren't for the fact that she was in the hermetic order of the blue rose, joan would go as far as call alyssa drake an acquaintance.

joan arcs was ready to dodge the pair, hiding in plain sight. she was only a couple of feet away, enough for her to take one step aside to walk down through the campus.

joan thought she'd avoid the pair, she had great hope in it but when she felt two arms snake around her waist, her plans had completely crashed.

her steel blue eyes looked up to randall carpio, with his dumb goofy smile, and teeth as bright as day, she externally cringed at the sight of him. her nose scrunched like she smelt something foul, her eyes squeezing together—not fully shut but barely opened— as she looked away from him. he loved how she did that, her little mannerisms she does whenever her appeared unannounced. randall knew she despised him, hell he once saw the words i hate you written down in his anatomy 101 text book in her vintage cursive handwriting but that didn't stop him from sneaking a flirtatious comment here and there. in fact, randall carpio knew that the hatred joan acrs bared for him was merely a ploy for something deep down, he knew that she did care for him. he carpio boy knew she hated him, and yet he didn't hate her back, not even a little.

"and where is the saint going that she needs to be walking at the speed of light?" randall questioned in a chirpy voice as joan shrugged his arms off, "away from you" she deadpanned unable to escape her encounter with alyssa drake and the freshmen.

"oh, why so grumpy" randall teased the girl, "oh, i don't know, maybe im related to grouchy" joan faced a gasp right before they met to their inevitable destination.