Another School Year

[Ty Martin]

They’d only been back in school now for two days and already, Aiden Martin, or Ty, as he liked to be called was finding trouble. It wasn’t really trouble it was a girl. Then again Ty was always going after the girls, maybe it was because sometimes there were competitions between him and his roommate on who could get more girls. For the new semester his was 1-0. But there was just that one girl that he could never seem to get. She’d been part of the group since their freshman year at UCLA, all of them med students.

Rubbing a hand against his face he moved pushing himself up from his bed looking at the empty space left in it. Like most girls she left sometime early morning, it didn’t make any difference to him. Pulling on a pair of boxers he rubbed himself while walking to the bathroom, leaving the door open as he did his business. With a yawn he looked at the time on his nearly 2 inch wide leather band watch. 11:26 am. Shifting he splashed water on his face and looked back at his watch. “Shit…”

Rushing out of his bathroom he grabbed the discarded jeans from last night pulling them up as he pulled a baseball tee from the open dresser drawer. Spraying himself with axe body spray he grabbed his notebook shoving a pen in his back pocket exiting the apartment. He was just glad the apartments were on campus, but still it was a large campus to cross. Rushing with out his shirt on for a moment he held the notebook with his teeth shoving arms through the sleeves as he ran. Gripping it with now free hand he used the other to pull the back of the shirt over his head.

Vans made contact with the metal bench as he used it to leap over the back of the bench in his path. On his run he knocked over a few other students, then rushed down the flight of stairs using his hand as a break he grabbed a pole before the door of his class room skidding into the open lab, grabbing his white lab coat from the wall as he took his stool at the table he’d been assigned. “Morning Fred.” He commented towards the cadaver on their examination table. On the first class he’d taken the liberty of naming the class cadaver. With a smirk he looked towards the professor who seemed to roll his eyes under his glasses before turning back to the white board. That was almost a typical morning for Ty.

-Ty

[Carly Doddson]

So far UCLA had not been a disappointment in the least. Classes demanded hard work, the Professors were from Hell and seemingly everyone was wanted to be at the top, but they would of course have to take down the new comer who in a half a year's time established herself as a force to be reckoned with. Taking no prisoners, Carly took top holdings in all her classes and didn't back down. With her sophomore year starting, the native of New York was not about to let anyone else have a head start. She spent the summer studying her textbooks for the next year's classes and read through most of them at least twice. Took a summer job and somehow has kept it since classes began while beginning to balance it in with her internship at the hospital and the rest of life.

Dressed comfortably in black dress pants and a red top, Carly tucked a strand of brown hair back behind her ear and glanced over the first chapter of the textbook, for the third time. All of her attention was devoted towards it as she waited for class to officially begin. For a brief moment, her brown eyes glanced upwards taking in a stock of who she was going to be sharing the classroom with for the rest of the year, all of them her kind of people for the most part, serious, hard working and studious. As she glanced back to her book, her attention happened to get dragged towards the door and the sound of fast pace movement... so much for all her classmates being her kind of people " Figures." The bookworm muttered to herself as she shook her head and resumed focusing on the book before her.

[Ty Martin]

Another smirk and Ty folded his arms behind his head, so he was a bit late, he half expected most of his professors thought that of him in any case. Some though he was too wild for Med School, almost half of them thought he wouldn¡¦t make it to graduation the others could never see him as any sort of a doctor. Even on his internship he tended to mess around when ever he could without causing too much trouble for himself. One time he¡¦d gone gurney surfing when he was supposed to prep the van before any calls came in.

Leaning back some he looked trough the open door to the open aired hallways of the college, out side, acting like someone was grabbing him by the throat was his best friend, Bam. Well Bam wasn¡¦t his real name it was something long and stupid sorta like why he went by Ty, than Aiden. Cracking a smile he glanced back up to the white board before looking back, now his roommates arms were extended and he was bent over so all you could see was his horizontal chest acting like he was flying, then he stood up and nodded his beanie covered head and was off. That meant he had to focus on class once again. But the focus didn¡¦t last long. Not that he wasn¡¦t a good student it was just he didn¡¦t feel like paying attention turning he looked over the table beside him. Seeing Carly sitting there his head bobbed in the Californian ¡¥sup¡¦ manner.

[Carly Doddson]

Checking the time on her watch, Carly looked towards the front of the room, focusing upon the Professor. Having read through the text, Advanced Human Biology and Disease was going to prove to be quite fascinating and biology of any sort was usually her best subject, if not her favorite. She watched as some students turned to glance towards the door while a rising hushed chuckle filled the room and slowly died down. Curious, Carly stole a glance and slowly shook her head at what she saw and despite herself took mild amusement in the scene, but not for long. Hearing their Professor give a loud ackhem, the twenty-six year old looked forward again and began to jot down notes once more.

While she wrote, Carly became aware that she hadn't gone unnoticed by Ty like she would have hoped and slowly returned his nod," Always one for grand entrances huh." She spoke smoothly in a highly sarcastic manner, and turned her full attention back to her note taking.

[Ty Martin]

His smirk only grew after taking some notes and flipping through his book, nodding his head with an occasional ¡¥uh-huh¡¦ towards what the professor was trying to teach them. He¡¦d always liked Biology, mostly the dissecting and having a cadaver in class meant they¡¦d get plenty of lab time poking around it. There were still some lingering chuckles and whispers of Bam¡¦s act. Bam always was a bit of a class clown. But secretly he studied hard, he was similar but he¡¦d never let anyone think otherwise. Leaning against the table his arms crossed and he glanced back up towards Carly, having caught her in the act of watching Bam.

¡§Please, Carly girl¡Kwhen do I ever not do anythin¡¦ grand?¡¨ he smirked turning the page of his notebook to jot down some more scribbles of notes. So there were places in his life where he wasn¡¦t very grand, head shook thinking about one of the times he¡¦d drank too much and spoiled his own night. But he made a name for himself with everything else and so what if he was a bit of a skirt chaser but his motto was work hard, play harder and that¡¦s exactly what he did. ¡§ You goin down to B.J. Grunts tonight, Carly¡Kwell have a pitcher of beer waitin if ya show.¡¨<br>
-Ty

[Carly Doddson]

Brows knitted slightly in her intense focus, all her energy was placed upon the task at hand. Never did she worry about passing other classes while in a completely different one, she only worried at the time about the one she was in currently. Somehow life felt a little less stressful this way, but of course as with anything Carly did run into an occasional snag here and there, but that was just part of the package to her, just one of the hurdles to get over in order to reach the finish line. She didn't care that many saw her to be a nerd or even stuck up, which she happens to be far from, Carly would always stick by her well laid out plans and routes for things no matter what.

Slowly she shook her head at the comment given by Ty and allowed a small hint of a chuckle to escape her lips," Right, why would I ever doubt that?" Again more sarcasm, followed by a well place rolling of eyes. Her attention resumed on listening again, but that didn't last long as once more Ty sought to break her concentration and focus once more. Go to a bar? Tonight," Hm." Lips pursed a moment in thought, after all she would have homework, but she could get that done here and there through out the rest of the day," I suppose I'll go." She finally decided and turned her attention back to class.

[Bam Prescot]

Bam was headed down the hallway after his own long night out, not much to his surprise a girl came sneaking out of his dorm room. Lips tugged back at the corners as he smirked before voice taunted in rhythm. “The girl was fair who went upstairs with her favorite cock. She knocked around and came back down, and now she takes the walk. The walk of shame - she's not to blame. Who could resist the cocK. The walk of shame, she found her fame and now she takes the walk!” reaching into his back pocket he pulled out the small digital camera he kept with him and caught her as she was trying to cover her face. The girl scowled and rushed past him, while he fished out his keys. Ty was still asleep, like he usually was at this time, he would have been too. A hand ran through short slightly naturally curled dark brown hair as he flopped back on his bed for a moment.

He was your typical night owl, parties, drinking. You name it, somewhere down the line he’d done it, with few acceptations of course. Though he wasn’t all fun and games. Barthalamew Prescot had a serious side. A side not many saw. But it came around during finals and mid-terms or any other largely important events. With a slight groan he rolled over, Ty stirred in his bed. Pushing himself up of his bed, feet carried him easily over to his desk as he took out the digital camera. Attaching it to the small picture printer he scanned for the right photo and hit the print button. Holding up the picture the dark haired twenty-four year old smirked again. Tape was applied and the picture hung against the back of their dorm room door amongst the other “Walk of Shame” winners over the years.

A chuckle nearly escaped his lips as he could hear Ty, cussing from the open bathroom then rush out to get to his class on time. Which already wasn’t happening, seeing as he was already late. Might as well get ready himself. Leaving the jeans he wore last night on he only changed his shirt into a red birdhouse tee shirt. Hand gripped his skateboard and then he too exited the apartment. Dropping the wheels against the ground he skated down the hallways, pulling a beanie on over his dark mussed hair. When it came time to the stairs knees bent and back heel came down to give the board life. Rail slide. With a nod of approval he looked back at the stairs then refocused on where he was traveling.

Though they were the same major, Bam didn’t have all of the same classes at the same times Ty did. Ty was in Biology and he was going to Chemistry in regards to testing DNA. The door was still open for the class and as he neared, the soles of his skate shoes slowed him against the concrete. Sneaking closer to the door he peeked his head in spotting his roommate. Using his own hand turned just right, he grabbed his own neck. Putting on a silent show for those who got distracted. Free hand slapped his other hand as he made a face of struggling then stopped.

Adjusting himself against the wall he leaned forwards, arms extended before him in a Superman style. Swaying gave the impression as if he was flying. Quickly he stood straight up and ducked back behind the wall as the professor of the class looked to see what the disruption was that caused all the snickers. Getting back on the skateboard he pushed off to his own class, if he didn’t get going he wouldn’t have been the only one late to classes today…<br>

[Gillian Porter]

‘Great…’ she thought to herself.
‘I transfer all the way from Scotland, have a wonderful first year here only to return the following year to find that I’ve brought my nemesis along with me.’ Gillian was convinced that the Gods were out to torture her.
‘Of all the universities for Andy to transfer to and he picks UCLA,’ the redheaded student continued to try and seem calm.
‘Just ignore him…’ she reminded herself. Out of the corner of her eyes she could see him whispering to the person sitting next to him.

Her class on forensic anatomy was going to be a painful endeavor this semester she could already sense it. Gillian caught Andy’s glance then quickly turned her attention back to the professor. She’d had heard that Gavin was one of the more inventive instructors so perhaps his unique teaching style would be a healthy distraction from her personal bully. Professor Gavin had explained to the students that he spends the first half of each semester in lecture and study and the second half in the lab with cadavers. This was something that Gillian was glad about. She felt that his approach made the stress levels that med school and internship at the local hospital demanded to a minimum.

Shit. I think he recognized me…
Eyes lined heavily with makeup and mascara watched as he got up from his chair and maneuvered his way down the aisle to sit next to her.
‘Ignore… ignore… just watch the Professor he’s not really sitting here… he’s not worth the headache.’
“Oy if it’s isn’t my little Cherry… and ‘ere I thought that this year was going to lack in scenery.” Andy sneered a school-boy grin, leaning on the arm of her chair.
Gillian’s stomach tightened. ‘Breathe just breathe… you can get though this just ignore him…’
“Andy,” she began but was quickly cut off at his rude interruption and the unexpected touch of his hand on her knee.
“I know you and I have had our differences, but I wanna tell you that I hope we can leave all of that shite in the past. Making enemies with the only familiar face I know isn’t how I envisioned this year of med school, so wot say we bury the hatchet eh Cher?”

She was shocked at this seemingly new Andrew. She didn’t trust him any more than she could throw him but he was right. If the feud started again it wasn’t going to be productive for either one of them. His insistence of calling her “Cherry” didn’t help win her over nor did the pressure of his hand on her knee, but it was a little thing… something she should just try to ignore. Some men were just born assholes. It was best to just take the offer at face value and try to avoid him.
“Yea… sure… whatever…” she muttered glancing over then back to the lecture.

She was glad that her hand held tape recorder was clicked on; she hadn’t been paying attention for the last 20 minutes. For the remainder of the class Andy remained quiet, a personal miracle as far as she was concerned. Gillian took her notes then gathered up her belongings and filed out of the auditorium styled classroom into the open-air hallways. Already she could hear Andy’s sneakered feet jogging up behind her as he tried to catch up.
‘Great now he wants to make friends…’ she thought with dread.

[Bam Prescot]

Rubber soled black and bronze Emericas shifted under him, knees moving from one side to the other. Soft sounds of the rolling of wheels against the ground. As he paid attention in class lecture, feet moved and tapped against his skateboard. A quick pop of his neck, then more note taking. There was going to be at least six weeks of this, before it got to the good stuff. Running DNA, using different methods, tools, systems. Eye brows rose towards the folded top of the woven beanie as a girl turned looking away from him. This year he was going to try and beat Ty. The game started their Senior year of High School. Continued on through the basics of JC and prep. Until this moment. Ty had always won. Barely a week into their second year, and he was already winning.

Black bic pen moved in his fingers, then the class around him closed their books and started to filter out. "Barthalamew," green eyes rolled at the name as mentally he grumbled 'Bam, it's Bam.' shoving his Chem book into the black backpack he rose, one foot on the ground to keep himself steady. "Ah, Mr. Prescot...glad to see you've finally made it around to taking another one of my courses." Shoulders shrugged slightly as he looked up towards the professor. "Sure Dr. Caar, if this is about the paper...I turned it in." he started to defend himself before the Professor interjected. "No, no, Barthalamew. I received your paper. In fact that's why I would like to have a word with you." A solitary brow rose as Dr. Caar put a hand on his shoulder as they walked down the stairs of the lecture hall. "A colleague of mine, had an opening in his lab. I took the liberty of recommending your name. He'd like to take you on as and Intern."

There was almost a scoff from Bam, "An internship? I..." but mouth made silent protest as he was silenced again as the card was placed in his hand. "You'll do great. Remember chapters one through five, and a two page report on different chemical effects that cause the blood to thin." With that the Professor left Bam holding the card in the middle of the lecture room. Head rolled back as he eyed the ceiling. "Great." came the mutter from him while he moved forwards. Getting on the skateboard he started down the curving path of the quad until something caught his eye. Using his body and weight he turned, feet hitting the ground as he kicked up the board and grasped it's rough taped edge with one hand.

A boyish grin came upon his face as he purposely ran into the young woman. "Oh, gee...I'm so sorry. I, didn't mean...wait are you breathing? Or do I need to give you mouth to mouth?" a large grin spread across his features. this act bringing out his defined dimples. One could almost make a line with them from the curve of his chin to almost cheekbones. Arm slipped around the red heads shoulder as he walked with her. "How goes it, Gillian?" He had a casual walk, the bit large jeans coming down against the back of his shoes, the back of his shirt pulled up some from the backpack. Top of his plaid boxers could be seen from behind from the slight sag of his pants. With a glance over his shoulder he tipped his head back towards her. "Hey, did you know you were being followed? I think he's lost or somethin'."...

[Cale Tucker]

Cale yawned as he laced his rollerblades. He'd been stuck late at work the night before, righting the gravestones some punks had toppled in the graveyard. He was a Cast Member at Disneyland, a full-timer that worked in New Orleans Square attractions. He had started with Disney part-time when he was an undergrad, slinging Po'Boys at Cafe Orleans. He had moved to attractions at the start of his first year of med school. The pay wasn't all that great, but the scheduler was flexible with his hours.

Except when he was scheduled to close the night before an early morning class. Grumbling, he tugged a backward Red Sox hat down over his damp hair and stood up, heading for the campus. He lived in a small basement apartment only two blocks from school and though a full-time job coupled with med school seemed like insanity, he desperately needed the money to make his rent. He came from a hard-working, middle class blue collar family and working hard was all he really knew. He could cut loose and relax with the best of them, usually ending up on a strange couch.

Nodding at some girls he knew, Cale coasted toward his first class. He was tired as hell, but proud of himself that he managed to get out of bed on time. A few girls he didn't know threw appreciative glances his way and he took notice. Cale was a Tucker man through and through, with a brawny 6-foot-2 build, a super hero's square jaw and dimpled chin. Clean shaven because of Disney's strict apperance standards, he was often told he should be a movie star. He had briefly modeled while he was in high school in New Jersey, but had given it up to chase his dreams of becoming a doctor.

Glancing up, Cale saw Gillian walking with Bam, who had an arm around her shoulders. A slow, easy grin spread across his earnest face as he skated toward them. "Excuse me, miss, but is this clown bothering you?"

[Alexis Devereaux]

With a heavy sigh of breath long bangs were blown from her face, only to fall back down. Why she ever signed up for a seven am class that didn't get over until eleven thirty, and then a second class after that she'd never know. Tossing the empty Grande starbucks cup into the trash as she exited another sigh drained from her lips. It was times like this that she sometimes missed home. But California was how she expected it to be, in ways it was like New Orleans, during Mardi Gras. Only Los Angeles was like Mardi Gras year round. She'd grown up in Louisiana even if she had been born in Texas. It was sometimes most evedent when she spoke. Her father's influential southern drawl, and the sometimes unsuall hints of the Cajun influence.

Heavily done eyes closed, mascara coated lashes fluttering as she adjusted to the bright outdoor sun. The light showing hints of the soft freckles that could be seen across the bridge of her nose, and pick up the hints of natural and dyed red in her dark tresses. Though she was focused on school, she wasn't a book worm, nor had she ever planned to be. Alexis was just as laid back as the rest of them. Summer had been a welcome break from the pressures of school. Even though she ended up working most of her time at B.J. Grunts as a waitress and bartendress. But lying on the desk at her small studio apartment, were multiple applications for internships.

Covering a large yawn she started to walk down the sidewalk. At least even close to October, California was still sunny and warm. It wasn't a wonder why so many people flocked to the costal state. It took her a while to get used to some of the people though. Californian girls all seemed to have this shallow pride to them. Friends weren't easy to come by until two guys became regulars as B.J's in their freshman year, and a group of sometimes seemingly misfits got together. She felt comfortable with them. Like she fit in. At least they had fun right, and sometimes it was enough to keep you sane.

Hand ran through her long hair as she took the small six step flight of stairs down the next level of the open aired, garden styled, grass quad.There was a whistle after here and eyes rolled slightly, some guys. Speaking of guys a familiarly tall from brought her gaze up towards where he was skating. Two other welcome faces greeted her sights. Making her way over she casually questioned the males "Don' you guys ever think wit anythin' but your penis'?"

[Gillian Porter]

“It never ceases to amaze me how very male you can be Bam.”
Gillian was restraining her accent, trying to lengthen her words as her speech teacher had shown. She hugged her books tighter to her chest, and allowing his arm to remain about her shoulders. Her head turned back fast enough to see Andy darting off into the crowd of students. She glanced back to Bam, continuing their walk.
“You may have just saved me from a really bad migraine, thanks.”<br>She walked for a few more minutes in silence, taking in the din of voices, the muted sound of feet on concrete and the faint white-noise of traffic.
“Word on the grapevine is that you were thinking about taking Bradley’s psychology class. Were you considerin' a change in major?”<br>
Gilly broke her silence with topics of indifference, avoiding the real meat of what she wanted to ask Bartholomew. It was a defense mechanism. Something girls her age seemed to excel in; avoiding the obvious. Dexterous fingers tucked a straight thread of carroty-russet behind her ear, and coyly, she stole another glance at the boy. Bam was in her eyes completely adorable. He reminded her of a lot of the boys she dated in high school. The kind of boy who was self-involved, moderately god complexed, and worst of all fully aware of just who far his looks could take him. Carefully Gillian descended the stairs toward the central hub if classrooms.

“Do me a favor? If you really are thinking of a change, consider the fact that you’re an excellent geneticist with a promising future. I know it doesn’t have the sex-appeal of picking apart the human psyche, but the world would be a duller place if we lost another one of the bright and gifted to the headshrinkers’ hall of fame.”<br>Sky-blue eyes caught the early afternoon light. The sun brought out all of the tones of blue that made up her irises, accenting the darker ring and specks of navy that broke up the frosty blue. Her hand shielded her vision, shading her face as she squinted.
“Thanks for the help back there Bam, I don’t care what all the girls say, I know deep down you’re a sweet feller.”<br>She pivoted at the sound of the native born Jersey boy, her smile brightening. As she spoke her Scottish accent deepened a bit and her mannerisms became slightly crude.

“Well if you mean by bothering me you’re referring to the fine job of rescuing that he’s done then I’d hafta say yes. But you boys can bother me all ya like, it’s not everyday a gal like me cannae say she’s got two men to escort her to class.”<br>Her tongue darted out in a child-like expression as a girl she knew from another class strolled by with obvious interest. She paused for a second removing Bam’s arm from about her shoulders as she turned to walk backward as to face both of them.
“Though aye must admit the prospect of skipping the rest of the afternoon and slagging off for a game of snooker is quite appealing. I’ve spent far too much time dealing with stiffs this summer instead of finding even a sliver of evening to cut loose and have a bit of social."

Don' you guys ever think wit anythin' but your penis'?" The voice surprised her a great deal.

"Gah!”<br>She stepped onto her shoelace, nearly tripping over her own two feet and then landing ass first onto the lawn they were crossing. Books and papers went flying to and fro in a chaos of white. She looked up from the ground, tossing her hair out of her face with a “humph” of exasperation and embarrassment. Her pale cheeks flushed pink.
“Here aye go making a buffoon out of me-self. Aye guess it could be worse… aye could have slipped on a bit of the bullshite that seems to permeate campus.”
She laughed bending forward to tie her knee high boot, the effort revealing a good deal of her thigh peeking through the slit of her side-cut skirt.
“Oy, don’t worry about me lads… my arse broke the fall.” She joked, stooping to pick up her fallen belongings.
"Good Morning Lex." she laughed brightly.
#nosmileys#nosmileys

[Bam Prescot]

His broad smile became all that much my trying to hid the slight chuckle as his head turned with hers seeing the guy that had been following her dart off another direction. When ever he tried to mimic her Scottish accent his always came out like a muddled mix of Sean Connery and the Lucky Charms elf. “Donna worry about it Lass.” As hard as he tried he couldn’t keep his face serious especially with that eye roll of hers. Chuckling they continued walking until she asked him a question. “Er, well…I don’t know. I mean I think psych would be cool, but I’m not jumpin’ ship on you.”<br>
“Besides, I think I’d feel too, ‘Revenge of the Nerds’. And the way all those Psych majors walk around it’s like their pants are so high their balls are being crushed. No thanks.” There was another one of his broad, Bam smiles, bringing out the deep dimples. “Yeah, Dr. Caar’s been so helpful pointing out to me…he signed my name up for some internship at one of his colleague’s labs.”<br>
Head shook some “ Feller, never thought I’d be called that.” He smiled to the red head. She was good looking, and it wasn’t a wonder why so many guys on campus wanted to be around her. Another voice caught up with them and he turned. “How’s the ‘happiest place on Earth’ treatin’ you Cale? ‘Cause you look like shit.” After Gillian removed his arm from around her shoulder, he turned and playfully punched Cale in the shoulder. Eyes turned back to Gillian as she was walking and talking, the guys following. “ See, I always called it hookie.” Now he was just being sarcastic. “Your going to B.J’s tonight right, Gillian. Don’t make me get down on my knees and beg, ‘cause I will. Either that or show up at your door and kidnap you.”<br>
He watched her some more. They were all a good group of friends. Sure Ty was his best friend, always would be, but somehow he just connected on a different level with her. Now usually in the group it was Bam who was often making an ass out of himself. It took away that serious edge he kept hidden. In a way made him a bit immature true, but all the more human for it. That’s why he held in what ever burst of laughter wanted to break forth when Gillian landed sprawled on the grass.

“It’s a good think I didn’t have my arm around you, I would have gone down too. Knowing me, would have broken my nose…again.” He’d broken his nose twice now. Once when he was ten. Rough housing and he run smack into the glass door. The second time was in high school, skating a vert ramp going for a 540. He missed, clipping the edge of his board on the top of the ramp and landed in a heap at the bottom. A broken arm, and a split lip was added to the list. With one foot against the skateboard now, so the trucks were in the air the back of the board against the concert.

“Aw, does the arse need some messagin’.” With mock sympathy he asked until the hint of a glare was shot up towards him. Hands waved defensively before him. “Kiddin’ I was just kiddin’.” Eyes turned up to the other member who’d join the growing group in the quad “Lexi, is it any wonder why guys think with their dicks around you?” his face looked as if he was trying to give a ‘duh’ explanation. Hand moved out for Gillian’s after she was finished picking up her belongings. “But, yeah. Nine outa Ten times were thinking with a second head.” He smirked slightly, while checking the time on his Hurley watch. His next class would be starting shortly, luckily it was close. “B.J’s at nine, yeah? Later.” With his own wave he was skating down the sidewalk off to his next class...

[Ty Martin]

“I suppose I’ll go, what kinda answer is that? Your going cause I said so.” Ty smirked looking at Carly he was going to get the bookworm to lighten up if it was the last thing he did. Class continued, notes, homework and all that stuff he’d hold off until the last minute like always. Still he managed to do alright in all of his classes a miracle as his mom would always say.

Shifting he scratched the back of his head before standing looking back to Carly. “Where’s your next class? I’m over that way.” He pointed a general direction of the main classes after that class he was done with school for the day, but had to put in a few hours with his internship. If there were calls the time went by fast it was LA after all he didn’t go one shift without some car accident to go clean up. Walking backwards he pointed at Carly “If you don’t come your gonna have to do a body shot off who ever, where ever and whatever liquor I say.” Turning he jumped down the last bit of the stairs and started an easy jog to class.

He laughed as he watched the beanie covered head of Bam skate away leaving just the threesome standing there. He’d learned early that her class was next door to his on this day. “Sup Gilly.” As he got closer he noticed Alexis and Cale standing there. “Sup guys.” Leaning against a pole he smirked “ Were all goin drinkin tonight right, gotta celebrate the end of summer and the start of a new year, our way.” everything was like a game to Ty, its what made life fun to live, most of the time he only joked. But from the lifestyle he had a dark habit popping speed sometimes to keep going.

-Ty

[Carly Doddson]

" It's another way to say maybe I'll end up going smartass," She rolled her eyes at him," and if I happen not to show up what will you do, come find me and drag my ass back with you?" Her tone was full on dare towards her classmate. Unlike most of her kind, that being females, Carly wasn't one for falling all over guys, most especially guys like Ty Martin, that was something she did in High School and quickly in a matter of speaking grew out of it," My next class is not in that direction thank heavens." The New York transplant snidely remarked as the Professor excused the class and she stood gathering her books and shoving them neatly into her pack," I'd love to see you make me do something Mr Martin." She quipped again daringly and sarcastically at him while following him out of the class room to spy Bam and Gilly down the way and headed in that general direction to chat a few with her room mate/best friend and company.

" Hey Gil." Carly nodded to her roomie and then eyed up Bam as he went skating off," Hey and bye dork number two." She hollered at him. Of course that would mean that Ty was dork number one. They happened to be set nicknames given to the infamous duo by Carly, who found some of their antics if not the majority of them dorky," So you gonna go Gil? Drinking I meant." Part of Carly didn't really want to go, she had a crap ton of homework per-usual, two more classes and her internship to do aswell. Most figured the girl to be completely out of her mind, but the brown haired young woman much preferred not to have much idle time at all if she could swing it that way," I really shouldn't go, I got a hella of stack of homework I got to do and yeah..." In truth she wasn't much for the social scene either.

Eyes also took in notice of Alexis and Cale, both who received friendly nods and smiles. Carly wasn't to chummy with them only because she was still getting to know them, but so far they seemed alright in her book," Anyone had Billson yet and is the old fart in a good mood today?" She randomly inquired.