Kalama Guynn & Rowan Childe
Sidewalk en route to Poor Yorick's
As the stream of students leaving the building faded to a trickle and then into nothing, the small group that assembled reminded Kal of a rejected version of the Breakfast Club bunch. An eclectic assortment, to put it lightly, but despite their differences each of them exerted that certain pull on her soul. Maybe this was what Rowan meant by auras, she figured, or maybe she was actually going nuts in addition to the whole fire thing.
And, speaking of the devil, Caleb had decided to join them. Despite wanting to keep a low profile, she couldn't help the stormy look that passed across her face, especially when the had the nerve to hit on her. Was he playing games, or was he just dumb?
"Looks like this is it. Let's get going," Rowan suggested, sensing the tension and starting the short walk to Poor Yorick's before anything could boil over. He wasn't sure what was going on between his roommate and Caleb - thank god the Russian girl had said his name, because Rowan sure as shit didn't remember it.
"So Caleb, right? I'm Rowan. And I'm sorry, can you tell me your name again?" He asked Ben, hoping to start a conversation between the three guys that would prevent the trouble he could see brewing in Kal's gaze. Judging by the look on Caleb's face when his eyes roamed over Rowan's lean figure, it wouldn't be hard to distract him.
Of course, that left the pyrokinetic to walk next to Valeria - a name and a face she remembered clearly, if not for the right reasons. It was definitely not a place she minded being, although being so close to the amazonian hottie made her palms a little sweaty. The last thing she needed on her plate right now was more confusing feelings, but hormones don't listen to reason.
"So, Valeria... did the lecture make any sense to you?" Kal asked nervously, trying to make small talk. She suddenly wished she didn't look a complete mess, but if she had any hidden makeover superpowers they weren't making themselves known.
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