hey I have to photograph someone for class will you be my model-callistawolf

Pricefield College AU! enjoy =D

i'm going to be making the fifth chapter/oneshot, so decided to just place the oneshots into one story now instead of waiting. also, not that keen on the title, so if you have a suggestion i'm all ears

Welcome to Blackwell College, School of the Arts! This was the go to college for the young generation that wished to pursue a life in anything that pertained to the arts. Be that music, painting, photography. Only the best of the best were accepted into the college. If you didn't take your art seriously, then you shouldn't even bother trying to get into Blackwell. The college was well known around the world for having sculpted some of the greatest artists in all fields of art in the last decade. And there were plenty of up and comers as well.

One such up and comer was stalking across the campus, mumbling to herself. She had short brown locks that was in waves and had eyes the color of the sea. She had on a light green shirt with a crescent moon design on the front, which was underneath a black hoodie jacket. Worn blue jeans hugged her legs and red converse called her feet home. A beige messenger bag, with a black and blue butter fly on the flap, was thrown over her shoulders. The look was completed by a vintage Polaroid camera hanging around her neck like a heavy necklace. This person was Max Caulfield, Photography Sophomore.

"Take some pictures of a random stranger, like that's not creepy at all." Max grumbled to herself as her eyes raked around the campus, looking for her "random stranger" for her Photography assignment. Mr Peters told them that they had til there next class, which was the day after tomorrow, to take a picture of someone that they didn't know. Didn't matter whom it was, all that mattered was that they shouldn't know this person before hand. Why they had to take a picture of a stranger and not a friend, even though Max didn't really have many friends to begin with, made no sense to the brunette. But, what the teacher said goes.

So, she's been walking around campus as she tried to find a stranger to be her model. No such luck yet. No one seemed to spark the sophomore's interest at all. Everyone seemed to plain. To...mundane for a lack of a better term. And, as movies like to say, that's when time stood still and Max saw her. She was sitting on the ground with her back towards a tree, a joint between her lips.

The woman that caught the attention of Max was a senior, she thinks at least. Pretty sure she was an Art student. The woman had a red wool beanie atop her head, with light blue hair peeking out underneath. She had on a tank top that went past her waist with a picture of the front woman for Paramore on it, Max having forgot her name. Ripped, skin tight jeans hugged the blue haired girl's legs in all the right places and were tucked into combat boots. This woman looked different from the rest of the people Max had come across. And, she decided that she liked different.

Having decided that this girl shall be her model, Max ran towards her. When she got near the girl, she cleared her throat to try and get her attention. The girl's eyes snapped open to show eyes the color of the sky, which raked over Max's form. Max blushed as she saw those eyes take herself in, but steeled herself as she gripped her camera. "Hey! My name is Max." The sophomore started, trying not to stutter as those sea eyes stared into her soul. "Umm, I have to photograph someone for Mr Peters Photography class and was wondering." She paused, "Will you be my model?" She asked, a small smile on her lips.

The girl took a drag of her joint and popped it out of her lips with her black painted nails. She let out a puff of smoke before the joint made her lips home once more. Max coughed a bit as the smell filled her lungs and the smoke scattered around her. The bluenette nodded her head, giving her permission to take a picture of her. Max smiled as she brought up the camera to her eye, "Great! Thanks." Max said. "Okay, now could you let out a puff of smoke once more?" She asked, "I think that would be a nice picture." The girl chuckled, but did as she was asked. As soon as the smoke left her lips, Max took the picture. A few seconds later, the photo popped out the front. Max smiled as she took it and waved it about. "Thanks again!" Max said, staring at the photo as it came to life.

The girl took the joint out of her lips and smirked. She stood up and threw the joint on the ground, smashing it into the ground with her boot. She took out a black sharpie and grabbed Max's arm, rolling up the sleeve and writing down her number as she stared at Max. "In case you need a model for future projects." She said, a hint of mischief in her eyes. Her voice was like liquid sex and it made Max melt and her knees bend. She stared at the black numbers and smiling face on her arm as the girl moved passed her. Thinking quick, she turned around fast. "Wait! What's your name?" Max shouted out.

The girl turned around and walked backwards. "Price!" She yelled. "Chloe Price!" She said, giving max a small saulte before turning back around and continuing towards wherever she was going. "chloe price" Max thought as she put the photo in her bag, "nice name. hope to see her around"

wat ya think? r/r

i'm going to be keeping the oneshots up for a few, give enough time for the people that read those to come over to this...if that makes any sense :p

Pricefield4TheWin!

til next time

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