Paragraph after paragraph, word after word wasted on a woman that didn't give a damn about him. Percival had written 35 letters, 68 poems, 15, short stories, and 3 songs about her hoping against hope that they'd relay his feelings to her. Flowers and flights of fancy weren't his idea of sweeping a woman off her feet, the written word was his key to her heart, or so he thought.
Percy had met Laura
"Harmony. Charity. Generosity. Those are the tenants of Delta Iota Kappa. And we strive to abide by these in all things!" The chipper blonde girl standing before them beamed with undo confidence. The kind of confidence you can only exude at 18 years old if your parents berated you your entire life to be perfect and probably a good amount of cocaine.
"This is so fucking stupid Kenzi, why are we here again?" Lynn leaned over and whispered into her friends one inch gauged ears. The two of them, poster children from Hot Topic, stood out like sore thumbs around the barbies listening to the blonde girl exalting the grandiose rules of the soroity.
"Community outreach is apart of our grade in sociology this semester remember?" Kenzi said not looking away from the totalitarian smile.
"Community outreach is supposed to be helping out at homeless shelters or some shit, not pledging for dick." Lynn sneered, she adjusted her nose ring with her upper lip then wiped her face. It wasn't warm out and her nose felt like it was running.
"Shh, just watch."
"You just want to fuck her don't you?"
"Maybe."
Mutual
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