In Naomi's eyes the day had been rather unremarkable. Class had droned on as usual, kids had shoved their way through overcrowded hallways as usual and Naomi had spent every minute in that school building trying to be as small as possible to avoid attention while just waiting on the final bell to ring and set her free - as usual. The only off thing ended up being the fire alarm that rang just as classes had already ended, leading to an evacuation of the school. Even that small excitement had turned out to be nothing more than an idiot looking for some fun though, leaving the day hardly more interesting than any other.
Naomi didn't mind the lack of interest much. Sometimes things being a little normal weren't a bad thing - weird wasn't always good in terms of situation. Besides, normal meant that Naomi would probably have an incredibly easy day and she couldn't complain about that. Other than returning Warren's flash (even though she hadn't even managed to get through half of the extensive collection of movies and shows nor had she even been in possession of the thing for a week) she would probably continue the day as she did most days; that was, cooped up in her room browsing the internet. Maybe she would stop procrastinating enough to begin her visual arts project too, but that was far less likely.
'k, meet you there soon.' Naomi quickly tapped a confirmation across the keys of her phone, letting Warren know that she would be bringing him his flash back as soon as she could. A quick trip to the dorms and then a walk to the parking lot where Warren had asked her to meet him, for whatever reason. Naomi was sure that there was a reason he wasn't willing to meet her at the dorms instead. They both lived in that same building and Warren was probably the most logical man Naomi knew. Whatever that reason was, though, Naomi wouldn't mind waiting to find out. It wasn't like she had a long wait anyways.
Not bothering to make any stops on the way (not like she really had anywhere else to go anyways) Naomi headed to the dorms, wasting no time ducking into her room in hopes to avoid the drama that generally filled the girl's dorms. The juxtaposition between how Naomi felt in her room and the remainder of the girl's dorm was very stark. Though she walked through the dorm's halls with careful feet, not daring to look at anyone or anything, the red head almost completely relaxed the moment she had entered in her room and closed the door.
"It's good to be home." Naomi mumbled to herself as she shrugged her backpack from her shoulders and let it drop on the ground - she could pick it up later. Though Naomi knew she was in a bit of a rush with Warren waiting on her she couldn't help but take a minute to unwind. With stress seeming to leak from the walls of the school building and radiate from the students here this was really the only place Naomi felt truly relaxed. Here, amongst the books that littered the room as if a tornado had blown them around and the paintings that hung on the walls to add a little flair, was where she felt safe and at home.
Eventually Naomi had to break free of her reverie and get herself moving, though. After running a short errand to Max's room after seeing that the photography student had left her a note mentioning that she'd taken it to watch some of the awesome flicks saved on there Naomi was finally headed towards the parking lot to meet Warren, shooting him a quick text apologizing and saying she'd been there soon.
"Hey Warren. Sorry I'm late... here's your flash." Naomi spoke once she reached the lot at the edge of campus, reaching in the small, bow-covered purse she kept at her hip and bringing out the small flash she'd borrowed a few days prior to return it to Warren.
'Goodbye, sweet flash. Your movie contents will be missed.' Naomi thought as she handed it over. There had still been much more on there that she'd wanted to check out. Oh well.
Cole was having what may have been the second worst day of his life. That was saying something, considering the fact that most of his days were crap.
"I never should have trusted that flake. Damn it!" The teen cursed, shaking his head angrily, roughly shoving his hands in his pockets as he made his way towards his beat-up old truck and the parking lot of Blackwell. Cole had been sure that this would work. Whether such optimism had stemmed from hope or desperation he was unsure, but he was sure that that was the last time he would ever have any dealings with Nathan Prescott. The guy was a jerk and a lunatic - dangerous company. Sure, Cole's associates were no saints, but never had anyone scared him the way Nathan just had. The rich nut had pulled a gun on him, for goodness sakes.
With a bit of a sigh Cole's anger subsided a little, letting his disappointment flood the void it left. He had thought for sure that he could weasel at least a little money out of Nathan. A few thousand dollars was nothing to a kid that rich - his family dished out hella more money than that pretty well constantly. Besides, his reputation should have been way more important to him than some petty cash. Damn punk ass rich kid. This wasn't fair. If things had gone his way Cole would be walking away with enough money to pay Frank off in full. He had never planned to do so in the first place so he'd thought nothing of the debt - he was supposed to skip town with Rachel and he had no problems leaving Frank to rot in his trailer with his damned beans. But after Rachel had gone missing, plans had changed.
Feeling a pang of hurt and sadness, one that had become all too familiar in these past six months, Cole forced himself to think back to the incident in the bathroom - intense at it had been, it at least didn't hurt so much.
As soon as Cole had managed to shift his focus to those events he found himself shuddering, hairs on the back of his neck stood up as goosebumps formed along his skin. The crazed look in Nathan's eyes, the glint of the gun in the flickering bathroom lights and the feeling of the barrel pressed against his stomach; it was terrifying. Cole hated to admit it but in that moment he had been almost sure he was about to die. Fighting of Nathan before, even drugged, hadn't been too bad (Cole was bigger than Nathan and probably had more practice fighting too) but the punk was no match for a gun. If that fire alarm hadn't rung... well, he didn't really want to think about what would have happened.
Pulling his keys from his pocket Cole approached his truck, parked messily in the lot. He wasn't even really in the lines, almost taking up two spots, but he didn't really care. If the punk ass Blackwell students had a problem with that they could go while to their rich parents about it. Cole didn't care in the least.
"Junk sweet car." Cole muttered as he unlocked the doors and hopped into the drivers seat. His truck, old and very clearly worn, was a bit of a junker. It was a a rough ride and not a stranger to breaking down but it was Cole's and he took pride in it anyways. It was his own place, truly. He could go wherever he wanted and do whatever he wanted in his car and nobody, not even his stepass, could tell him otherwise. It was his space and he loved it.
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