Julia Gero glared around the musty room, arms folded over her chest. She
didn't want to be here, and the other people milling about didn't look
exceptionally friendly.
She was a journalism major, in her first year, and a little prone to not handing things in on time. Fortunately, she had understanding lecturers. Unfortunately, they had decided she needed to pull in some extra credit, and she had been assigned to the university newspaper.
Please, dear God, strike me down now. Come on, a dusty room with a few dorks running stories on how great the science club is? I so do not belong here, and you know it.
Unfortunately, no smiting followed her quick mental prayer, and she was forced to suffer her own existence as a girl with mousy hair and semi- stylish glasses shuffled over to her.
"Hi! You must be Julia, right? The new first-year?" A wide grin was plastered across her face, showing off perfectly straight teeth. Years of braces. She was so a dweeb.
"I prefer Juu, or 18, but yeah. So uh... what do I have to do around here, exactly?"
"Well, you're the new girl, so you get stuck with the stuff nobody wants to do." Juu winced. "But I'm a sweetie, so I'm going to give you my thing and I'll do your cutting and pasting of classified ads. You'll be covering the mid-semester barbecue for first and second year students. It'd be better for you to do it anyway, seeing as you'd be there anyway." Actually, 18 wouldn't be caught dead at some stupid barbecue. Everyone only went to either meet people of the opposite sex or lounge around snogging their significant others. She wasn't into that.
"Great. When's my deadline?"
"Wednesday. And unlike in class, there is absolutely no leeway here. We go to print at 11pm Wednesday. If you're late, you're kicked from your journalism classes, and I hear you're a major." The goofy grin was gone, replaced with a suspicious glare. She stalked away and sat at a desk. Julia narrowed her eyes to read the pretentious nameplate sitting at the front of the desk.
Marjorie Felders. Student Editor.
She gave Marjorie a haughty look and strutted out the door.
"Yeah and so then I'm all 'well, Mister, that's not what Claire said was going on.' Ohmigod, you so should've seen his face. He was so stunned. He thought I didn't know Claire. I'm soooo glad you introduced us."
"Well you know it was the least I could do. I'm sure he's feeling really betrayed right now though. High-school sweethearts and all." Bulma giggled as she brushed her hair, still damp from her recent shower. Feeling a crick in her neck, she moved the phone so it was cradled between her other shoulder and cheek. "So are you going to take him back?"
"No way, B! Besides, the way he was talking about it I think he'd rather be with Claire right now anyway. Or maybe you-u."
"No way!" Bulma laughed, pulling her hair into a loose ponytail at the nape of her neck. "He's so over me. And I'm so over him."
"Uh-uh. Not at all. Him, I mean. You know you guys are always getting back together. Once every couple of months you're like 'oh, I think he's changed. So much.' And then you get back together for like a fortnight and you remember you guys just don't work together. But you'll never get over each other."
"I am over him!" There was a long pause. "Ok, maybe I'm not completely over him, but I just need to meet that special someone, y'know? The one that will change the way I feel forever." She sighed and flopped back on the bed.
"Good luck with that one and – oh shit! It's like 6:30! Janie and I are heading out to drown our sorrows in like fifteen minutes and I'm not even dressed yet. Do you want to come, by the way?"
"No thanks, Vicky. Have fun! Good night!" She leaned over and placed the phone in its cradle. Her roomie would be coming back soon, she guessed, and she was in no mood to see anyone. She'd had a bad day, and talking to Vicky about her relationship with Bulma's ex was not helping.
And what's the bet he'll be at the barbecue, snogging Claire. Fuck Claire. Cuck fucking everyone. Fuckers.
I swear a bit. Bad me. Anyway, this is going to have murder-mystery elements later giggle as well as the obligatory romance and such. You know you wouldn't be at if you didn't love the romance XD XD
She was a journalism major, in her first year, and a little prone to not handing things in on time. Fortunately, she had understanding lecturers. Unfortunately, they had decided she needed to pull in some extra credit, and she had been assigned to the university newspaper.
Please, dear God, strike me down now. Come on, a dusty room with a few dorks running stories on how great the science club is? I so do not belong here, and you know it.
Unfortunately, no smiting followed her quick mental prayer, and she was forced to suffer her own existence as a girl with mousy hair and semi- stylish glasses shuffled over to her.
"Hi! You must be Julia, right? The new first-year?" A wide grin was plastered across her face, showing off perfectly straight teeth. Years of braces. She was so a dweeb.
"I prefer Juu, or 18, but yeah. So uh... what do I have to do around here, exactly?"
"Well, you're the new girl, so you get stuck with the stuff nobody wants to do." Juu winced. "But I'm a sweetie, so I'm going to give you my thing and I'll do your cutting and pasting of classified ads. You'll be covering the mid-semester barbecue for first and second year students. It'd be better for you to do it anyway, seeing as you'd be there anyway." Actually, 18 wouldn't be caught dead at some stupid barbecue. Everyone only went to either meet people of the opposite sex or lounge around snogging their significant others. She wasn't into that.
"Great. When's my deadline?"
"Wednesday. And unlike in class, there is absolutely no leeway here. We go to print at 11pm Wednesday. If you're late, you're kicked from your journalism classes, and I hear you're a major." The goofy grin was gone, replaced with a suspicious glare. She stalked away and sat at a desk. Julia narrowed her eyes to read the pretentious nameplate sitting at the front of the desk.
Marjorie Felders. Student Editor.
She gave Marjorie a haughty look and strutted out the door.
"Yeah and so then I'm all 'well, Mister, that's not what Claire said was going on.' Ohmigod, you so should've seen his face. He was so stunned. He thought I didn't know Claire. I'm soooo glad you introduced us."
"Well you know it was the least I could do. I'm sure he's feeling really betrayed right now though. High-school sweethearts and all." Bulma giggled as she brushed her hair, still damp from her recent shower. Feeling a crick in her neck, she moved the phone so it was cradled between her other shoulder and cheek. "So are you going to take him back?"
"No way, B! Besides, the way he was talking about it I think he'd rather be with Claire right now anyway. Or maybe you-u."
"No way!" Bulma laughed, pulling her hair into a loose ponytail at the nape of her neck. "He's so over me. And I'm so over him."
"Uh-uh. Not at all. Him, I mean. You know you guys are always getting back together. Once every couple of months you're like 'oh, I think he's changed. So much.' And then you get back together for like a fortnight and you remember you guys just don't work together. But you'll never get over each other."
"I am over him!" There was a long pause. "Ok, maybe I'm not completely over him, but I just need to meet that special someone, y'know? The one that will change the way I feel forever." She sighed and flopped back on the bed.
"Good luck with that one and – oh shit! It's like 6:30! Janie and I are heading out to drown our sorrows in like fifteen minutes and I'm not even dressed yet. Do you want to come, by the way?"
"No thanks, Vicky. Have fun! Good night!" She leaned over and placed the phone in its cradle. Her roomie would be coming back soon, she guessed, and she was in no mood to see anyone. She'd had a bad day, and talking to Vicky about her relationship with Bulma's ex was not helping.
And what's the bet he'll be at the barbecue, snogging Claire. Fuck Claire. Cuck fucking everyone. Fuckers.
I swear a bit. Bad me. Anyway, this is going to have murder-mystery elements later giggle as well as the obligatory romance and such. You know you wouldn't be at if you didn't love the romance XD XD