Dylan let out a disgruntled sigh, shaking her head and leaning back in her wooden chair. She was on the third floor of the library, which was typically far enough up that no one would come to bother her. She was hardcore struggling with her political science , if she was being honest, she was struggling with all of her homework this semester.

No one said school was easy, but when your mother is Merri Lee Marvil, living on a college campus was a fucking blessing compared to what goes on at her house. The constant camera crews in her face all of summer break, there every time she comes home to pick up any clean clothing from her closet or have a family dinner. Her mother spiraling onto this new fad diet of the month, so the only food in the house is whatever that diet consists of (the last one was kale and protein power, yuck).

Dylan couldn't handle being 'on' all the time. Sure, it was nice having someone do your hair and makeup day in and day out, but the things that come with that life just get so...exhausting. With the girls, she was able to be the goofy, carefree and fun loving young adult she really was. At home, she had to be this poised and well trained girl at all times for the public to see. At WPU, the only ones who were like that were the ones who wanted to be...aka, Massie Block.

She attempted to stare at her notes for another five minutes, but it all just bled together into a jumbled mess. She didn't understand what she even wrote. How? Dylan had spent so long in those lecture halls all semester and made sure not to miss a single one. She didn't even online shop during them!

Throwing down her pen in frustration, she rolled her eyes and leaned her chin on the table before letting her green eyes fall closed for a moment.

"Need some help with that?"

Chris Plovert, one of the main defensive men on the soccer team and best friends with Derrick, Josh and Kemp, was now hovering over her shorter frame as she sat at the large table, now covered with books, loose leaf pages and coffee cups.

Blinking once to process what he had asked her, Dylan tilted her head up to examine him as he stood in front of her with his hands in his front pockets. He was wearing a camel tan crewneck sweater, tucked into a pair of diesel medium wash jeans with a black belt and a pair of lace up brown boots. He was wearing his black thick framed glasses which told Dylan he must've just gotten out of class.

"I don't really know if you can help me, Chris." Dylan mumbled, shrugging her shoulders and looking up at him. "But you're more than welcome to come take a seat and watch me in my demise, if you'd like."

"Why would I want your demise if I'm trying to help you?" The brunette asked before pulling up a chair beside Dylan. Setting down his iPhone xS on the table, he reached over her closed arms and took the notebook out from under them. "Poli Sci? Piece of cake."

"To you, maybe!"

"I'm a history major, it's all easy to me, but I can help you if you're open to it. Not if you're going to be obstinate to me, Dyl."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It's just...it's hard being the imperfect one.
Can you help me, Chris? I'll buy you coffee for the next month."

"How about I help you and you keep the coffee?"

"Deal."

The pair spent the next hour and a half looking over papers and documents in the third floor library. Chris made all the definitions and theories sound so easy compared to when her professor, Doctor Robertson, droned on and on during lecture. Chris broke down every theory to the nuts and bolts, putting things into simpler terms for Dylan as Dylan took notes and hung off of every word he said.

She had spent multitudes of time around Chris, both when Massie and Kemp were dating and after they broke up considering he was still in the friend group with the other boys their clique gravitated towards. She never really understood his sense of humor until now though, spending quality time with him made more sense to her.

Chris had a sarcastic and dry sense of humor. Most of his humor was rooted in his knowledge, but he wasn't obnoxious about it at all. Chris knew that some people didn't fully understand it and that was okay, they didn't have to laugh, but he was a good sport about it at all times.

By the time two thirty hit, though, his phone started buzzing against the light oak wood table that sent a jump through his spine. He put his pen down on the table and raised the phone to his ear, not bothering to whisper considering they were the only two on the floor. Still, Dylan shushed him to be annoying.

"Dude, where are you?"

"In the library, working on some Political Science. Why, did your adderall prescription run dry?"

"No, we had practice starting at two today, moron. Coach said if I got you down here by 2:40, you wouldn't have to do wind sprints, but I want to see that, so I decided to wait until now."

"Kemp!" Chris whined over the phone, causing Dylan to burst out into a fit of giggles.

"Are you with a girl?!"

"Maybe."

"There's no way you're in the library, then."

"Stop trying to distract me! I'm on my way."

"I mean, if you want to wait another ten minutes to get it in, that's fine by me."

The phone line ended with a 'click' and Chris muttered 'asshole' under his breath before standing from the table.

"Turns out our soccer practice today was two hours early and Kemp didn't tell me because he wanted me to run sprints. Gotta go Dyl, text me ok? I can help more when I'm done with practice, but if my legs are broken you'll have to come to meet me at Gallagher."

"I think I can handle that. Have fun at practice," she winked before Chris blushed and disappeared through the double doors that lead to the stairs.

Kemp was always trying to cockblock when he wasn't getting any, it was so ridiculous.

Kristen carried the ball down the sprawling green turf field, passing it to one of the other offenders before dodging another girl in a black pinny. She tucked past her, before spinning around and going the opposite way. The dirty blonde waved her hands, signaling to her partner that she was open as they neared the opposite team's goal.

Sticking her tongue out, Kristen charged at the goal as her teammate lined the ball up at the perfect angle so by the time it reached Kristen all she had to do was shoot it smoothly into the goal. Concentrating on the black and white ball, she didn't hear her name being called from the sidelines as she scored into the opposing team's goal.

They were technically on her team, but it was a scrimmage, so half the team was wearing black pinnies for the game. She was met by high fives from the other two offenders on her team before grinning and starting to jog back to their line when she noticed her tanned, brunette friend standing on the sideline waving her hands in the air frantically.

"KUH-RIS!"

"Coming! Take five, guys!" Kristen advised the entire team, which all the girls were thankful for. Since Kristen became captain, she had been working them, and working them hard. It definitely helped them win games, but they had little time during practice and between practice and games to rest.

As the team of girls littered to one side of the field where their bags, water bottles and iPhones were, Alicia and Kristen met at the other. The boys were on the other turf field opposite the girls which was why Alicia chose this specific side to stand on, so she could get a good look at Josh as he practiced, with no shirt on.

"God, it's not fair! You all have hobbies but me!"

"Don't you have dance?"

"Yeah, but that doesn't count! We meet once a week! You're always here, Massie's always at cheer, Dylan is always studying because she sucks at school and Claire's always working at the Dunkin Donuts on campus or running the art club. I need something to do too!"

"Again, I repeat, don't you have dance?"

"GOD Kristen, who's side are you awn?!"

"I'm sorry, there's sides?" Kristen asked in confusion, lifting her right arm to wipe the sweat off of her eyebrows.

"Sorry, sorry, my period came early so I'm a little psycho right now. I just mean that everyone has their thing they're good at. I want to be good at something too, I mean I'm great at dance but the captain isn't me, it meets once a week so I have nothing to do the rest of the week and I'm lonely! Even the boys have a more active social life than me!"

"Why don't you get back into broadcasting, Leesh?" The dirty blonde suggested as she took a long sip of her red gatorade. "You'll have something to do, something you're killer at, and you'll be able to spend more time around Josh since I know that's why you trekked your ass all the way here in your manolo blahniks."

"You think I can report sports?"

"Why not? I think you grew up in a spanish speaking household with a spanish father, you go to Spain literally every summer and live with me. You should know more about soccer than you think. Plus, you'd be showing interest in something he's interested in so I'm sure that'll go far with him. Anyways, I gotta get back to practice. We can talk later when I'm home, okay?"

"Okay, fine. Love you!"

"Love you, Leesh."

Claire was in her zone. She was pumping out macchiatos and lattes all day, having retired from the breakfast station after burning one too many bagels last week. She currently reeked of coffee and knew if she didn't beat her roommates to her room that they'd all make comments about it as soon as she got in the door, but she knew it was well worth it when seven pm hit and Cam Fisher came walking through the clear glass front door of the Dunkin Donuts. Today, it appeared he came with Josh, Alicia's crush.

Claire had been crushing on Cam since forever (last semester) and all of her roommates were begging her to finally make a move. She had spent some time around him considering his friends were friends of her friends, but most of that time was spent hiding in the corner or talking to the girls because she was too shy to come up to him. 'Without a claim, any girl can snatch.' Alicia's voice rang through Claire's head almost daily as a reminder the last time she had brought his name up in the suite.

Today though, was the day. They have had an on and off flirtationship as Claire liked to call it since last semester, and this was when he usually came in. It was after his soccer practice was over, he was always sweaty and (a little) stinky, but Claire never minded. With a bright smile, the blonde bounced over to the register as her only other co-worker for the night shift was out on break.

"Welcome to Dunkin Donuts, what can I get you?"

"Hey Claire. I'll grab my usual."

"Hey Cam. Okay, an iced coffee caramel swirl and a chocolate frosted donut?"

"Yep, and whatever he wants," Cam rolled his eyes and gestured to Josh who was scanning over the menu like he had never been inside a Dunkin Donuts before. Weirdo.

"So, what do you exactly have here?"

"Coffee?" Claire couldn't help herself, and Cam snickered in response.

"I figured. Like, is it good or do I need to add flavoring or should I do a latte or is it gonna taste gross too?"

"What about a half hot chocolate half coffee?"

"Oh shit, that sounds good. Can I have one of those?"

"Of course. Anything else?"

Josh's eyes widened as he scanned his options for donuts but Cam shook his head. "Nope, he's good."

"But Cam!" Josh whined.

Giggling, Claire gave Cam his total and prompted him to swipe his payment as she began to make the drinks.

"But you got a donut!" Claire heard Josh whine from the other side of the counter as she finished preparing the beverages.

When she was done, she took a sharpie and quickly wrote her number down on the side of Cam's cup. Once it dried, she handed him and Josh their drinks and two bags. Josh's eyes brightened almost immediately as he had his own bag.

"We have to get rid of them by closing, anyway. Plus, you really wanted one, so." The blonde smiled before waving goodbye to the pair and going back to the register where two girls dressed in Lululemon leggings, WPU hoodies and UGG boots were impatiently waiting for their orders to be taken.

Claire was hoping that Cam would notice the number first. But, watching as they were leaving, she saw Josh hit him in the shoulder and a fiery blush rising on Cam's neck and cheeks. He turned to look at her and shot her a wink before leaving the building, which told her that he did in fact get the hint.

Hopefully, after her shift her phone would ring.