Hey y'all! Time for another chapter! For Jack's personality, he's as much of a smarmy asshole as usual, just without the homicidal tendencies. I hope you enjoy!

Rhys and Vaughn entered the cozy cafe, named Atlas Grind. It was spacious, with overstuffed couches and chairs scattered about, almost all of them occupied by college students. The cafe was found on the schools campus, so it was a popular spot for students wanting to escape their dorms, energy with some caffeine, or use the free wifi.

The boys walked in, getting in the long line at the counter. Rhys let his eyes wander as Vaughn spoke animatedly, using his hands for emphasis. There were clumps of students around, speaking to each other in low murmuring voices. Watching the kids who sat by themselves, hyped up on coffee whilst tapping away at a laptop, Rhys knew that that would probably be him.

He say Vaughn looking up at him quizzically out of his peripheral vision, realizing too late that the shorter man had asked him a question. "I'm sorry, could you repeat that?"

Vaughn adjusted him glasses. "I asked if you became friends with anyone else at orientation?" Rhys' face reddened, looking at his shuffling feet. "No, I uh- I didn't really talk to anyone... I kind of like to keep to myself in large crowds."

Rhys felt a hand pat his shoulder, and looked to Vaughn, who was on his tiptoes to reach his friends shoulder. "Don't worry about it buddy. I only met someone cause I tripped over them! Maybe I'll find them again sometime." Vaughn spoke, his brow furrowed.

"If I do find them, I should probably apologize for spilling my water all over them." Rhys laughed loudly at his clumsy, nerdy friend, knowing that he would have probably done the same thing.

The duo had gotten their drinks and found a booth, Vaughn once again adamantly speaking in between sips of his latte, the only difference being this time Rhys was actively listening.

Well, he was listening, till he heard the bell jingling as someone opened the cafe door. In walked a girl, probably their age, with choppy brown hair adorned by a red streak. She wore jeans and a sweatshirt, a baseball cap covering the majority of her head. Not a second later, he looked back to his friend, eyes wide as he stared towards the door.

"Shit. That's the person I was talking about! The one I spilled my water all over!" Vaughn sputtered, frantically switching between fixing his glasses and his hair. Rhys whipped his head back towards the door, but was surprised to find the girl already striding towards their table. "Uh... Vaughn? She's heading over here."

Vaughn had been mid sip, the shock forcing him to spit out the hot liquid in his mouth. By this time, the girl had already come to stand in front of the boys, eyes piercing and mouth open as if she was about to speak. Before she had the chance, however, Vaughn's air born drink had already flown her way, staining the front of her sweatshirt.

For a moment, none of them said a word. Rhys did start to laugh, struggling to keep his own drink in his mouth. His friend was pale, eyes wide and mouth hanging open. The girl whipped her head between the boys, not sure which one to be more aggravated at. She chose Vaughn.

"Are you kidding me?! This is the second time, and it hasn't even been twenty four hours!" Vaughn shrunk down in his seat, looking towards Rhys for assistance. Rhys was still sputtering with laughter, clutching his sides at the spectacle.

Another moment passed before any one spoke, Rhys' boisterous laughter dying down to a fit of giggles.

"I... I'm s-sorry?" Vaughn questioned, hoping not to anger the girl anymore than he already had. The girl grumbled, sitting down rather harshly next to Rhys, her gaze pointed and accusatory.

"You know, I was just gonna buy a coffee, but you owe me." Vaughn straightened up a bit at her words. "Buy me a coffee and a muffin." Vaughn shrunk again, nodding his head faintly before sliding out of his chair towards the counter.

Rhys had finally calmed himself, taking a sip of his coffee. The bitter, smoky taste helping him regain some semblance of normalcy. "So... what's your name?" He looked towards the girls, who had shed her sweatshirt, dabbing at the stain with a napkin. "I'm Fiona." She grumbled, eyes planted on her sweatshirt.

Blanching sightly at her gruff tone, Rhys awkwardly gave her his name, receiving only a mumbled 'hello' in response. Once more, silence fell.

Vaughn had returned to the booth, coffee and muffin in hand. Setting them down in front of the now prone Sasha, he slid back into the booth. Fiddling with his glasses, he looked towards the taller man, getting only a shrug in response.

Neither had enough courage to interrupt the girl as she ate.

"So, I guess I should actually introduce myself? I'm Fiona." She had finished her food, now holding out her hand to the man across from her. Vaughn took it hesitantly, quietly offering his own name in return.

"I am so sorry for being such a klutz. This is... not the best way to meet people." He offered meekly. She smirked in return. "Listen man, it's okay. I just want you to know, if it happens again, I won't hesitate to pound your face in." Vaughn gulped, and once more Rhys dissolved into a fit of laughter. Suddenly, the air was clear, Rhys and Vaughn finding it easier to make conversation with their new friend.

They learned she was an Archaeology major, causing Rhys to wonder just how many majors the university offered. "I am planning on finding something hella valuable and hella old, selling it to some rich schmuck, and retiring by the age of thirty." Fiona said smugly, the boys looking at each other with indescribable expressions at this statement.

Rhys coughed into his metal hand. "You know, somehow I can't imagine you doing anything else."

After talking for a few more minutes, the trio decided to take a walk around the campus before it got dark out. Rhys led the way out of the cafe, strides long and confident.

At least until he ran into someone when he walked out the door. He stumbled back into Sasha and Vaughn before falling rather ungracefully onto his ass. The stranger was in no better shape, sitting opposite to Rhys on the ground.

Heterochromic eyes met, one air wide in disbelief whilst the other pair was wide in annoyance. "S-sorry man, I didn't see you there." Rhys groaned as he stood, still locking eye contact with the man.

The other man scoffed. "How could you not see me? I was walking in clear as day kiddo." Any confidence that Rhys had built up fizzled out of his, stunned by the harshness of the mans words. Unable to think of anything to say, Rhys stumbled over the words that tumbled out of his mouth.

"Your eyes- they're like mine- I'm Rhys." Smirking, the other man crossed his arms.

"Eager, aren't we tiger? Well, if you're so adamant to know me, my name's Jack. Happy, cupcake?"