fact that, well, he doesn't have that many friends, and so a new person is kind of a big deal, at least for a little while. Not that he's sure he'd want to be friends with Evan, anyway. He didn't really strike Seb as the brainy type.
Although, he apparently is a fan of Edgar Allan Poe; Seb has barely met anyone outside the courses he takes that's even properly familiar with him.
It's a rather big campus, and Seb's lecture is to be held on the opposite side of it, from his dorm. Which means that he has to cross pretty much the entire college to get there, and which means that he has to be out in this heat for most of the way.
He's taking the route around another dorm building near his, hands in his pockets and a worn, brown messenger bag slung over his right shoulder. He feels uncharacteristically tired, both due to his lack of sleep, studying for exams, and the weather, and he pulls his fingers through his messy hair, eyes directed at the ground.
He's wearing his headphones around his neck, because it's frankly too warm to bear the synthetic material of them pressing against his ears and head at the moment, and he rubs the bridge of his nose tiredly. That's when he glances at the watch on his wrist and realizes that he's running late.
"Shit, really?" he mutters to himself angrily, before hurrying his steps into a half-run. As he goes, he hears something behind him and looks over his shoulder, but it turns out to be nothing, and he turns to look straight ahead again.
He doesn't have time to stop before literally running straight into another person.
The impact is surprisingly startling, and the other guy actually almost falls over, Seb straightening and trying to stay on his feet.
"Oh, shit! Sorry!" Seb exclaims. He manages to remain standing, even though he practically slammed into this guy, and he adjusts the shoulder strap of his bag. He picks up a bundle the guy dropped on the ground, and straightens. "My bad, I just―"
"I'll take that," the guy says, and Seb looks up from the bundle in his hands―and right into the eyes of none other than Evan Matthews.
"Wha―" he sputters, thoroughly surprised, and Evan just looks at him for a few moments, as though trying to remember where he has seen him before. And then, his entire face becomes more animated.
"Oh! Seb, right?" he says, sounding almost excited, and Seb just nods lamely, mouth half-open. "Man, great timing!"
Seb just keeps standing there, staring.
"Why?" he finally asks, and Evan takes the bundle from his hands. Seb sees now that it's a worn, dark brown leather jacket, and Evan holds something else out to Seb and presses it into his hands.
"Here, hold this," he says, putting on his jacket, and Seb just stares. What the hell is happening?
"I don't―" he starts, but is cut off by the sound of something breaking. He looks up; it sounded like it came from the open window Evan apparently just climbed out of. And sure enough, it's followed by an angry cry that is undoubtedly female.
"Evan!" she shouts, and Evan gets the same look on his face that a child gets when getting caught doing something hilarious but forbidden, a mischievous, wide smile on his face. "I swear to god!"
"What the hell's that about?" Seb asks, turning to Evan, who keeps his eyes on the window.
"Nah, it's fine," he says dismissively. "It's just―"
His voice cuts off when he hears the sound of another voice from the window, a male one this time, and his expression changes from amused mischief to slightly amused panic. The voice quickly rises into a shout, and Evan starts.
"Shit," he says, backing away. "We gotta go."
"What?" Seb exclaims. "We? We don't gotta do anything!"
"Dude, just run!" Evan says, and Seb gapes at him.
"I've got class!" he retorts, but Evan just keeps backing away, before turning around and breaking into a run.
"Your funeral!" he yells over his shoulder, and Seb looks up when he hears the angry voice of the other guy, whom he assumes is the girl's boyfriend,
Although, he apparently is a fan of Edgar Allan Poe; Seb has barely met anyone outside the courses he takes that's even properly familiar with him.
It's a rather big campus, and Seb's lecture is to be held on the opposite side of it, from his dorm. Which means that he has to cross pretty much the entire college to get there, and which means that he has to be out in this heat for most of the way.
He's taking the route around another dorm building near his, hands in his pockets and a worn, brown messenger bag slung over his right shoulder. He feels uncharacteristically tired, both due to his lack of sleep, studying for exams, and the weather, and he pulls his fingers through his messy hair, eyes directed at the ground.
He's wearing his headphones around his neck, because it's frankly too warm to bear the synthetic material of them pressing against his ears and head at the moment, and he rubs the bridge of his nose tiredly. That's when he glances at the watch on his wrist and realizes that he's running late.
"Shit, really?" he mutters to himself angrily, before hurrying his steps into a half-run. As he goes, he hears something behind him and looks over his shoulder, but it turns out to be nothing, and he turns to look straight ahead again.
He doesn't have time to stop before literally running straight into another person.
The impact is surprisingly startling, and the other guy actually almost falls over, Seb straightening and trying to stay on his feet.
"Oh, shit! Sorry!" Seb exclaims. He manages to remain standing, even though he practically slammed into this guy, and he adjusts the shoulder strap of his bag. He picks up a bundle the guy dropped on the ground, and straightens. "My bad, I just―"
"I'll take that," the guy says, and Seb looks up from the bundle in his hands―and right into the eyes of none other than Evan Matthews.
"Wha―" he sputters, thoroughly surprised, and Evan just looks at him for a few moments, as though trying to remember where he has seen him before. And then, his entire face becomes more animated.
"Oh! Seb, right?" he says, sounding almost excited, and Seb just nods lamely, mouth half-open. "Man, great timing!"
Seb just keeps standing there, staring.
"Why?" he finally asks, and Evan takes the bundle from his hands. Seb sees now that it's a worn, dark brown leather jacket, and Evan holds something else out to Seb and presses it into his hands.
"Here, hold this," he says, putting on his jacket, and Seb just stares. What the hell is happening?
"I don't―" he starts, but is cut off by the sound of something breaking. He looks up; it sounded like it came from the open window Evan apparently just climbed out of. And sure enough, it's followed by an angry cry that is undoubtedly female.
"Evan!" she shouts, and Evan gets the same look on his face that a child gets when getting caught doing something hilarious but forbidden, a mischievous, wide smile on his face. "I swear to god!"
"What the hell's that about?" Seb asks, turning to Evan, who keeps his eyes on the window.
"Nah, it's fine," he says dismissively. "It's just―"
His voice cuts off when he hears the sound of another voice from the window, a male one this time, and his expression changes from amused mischief to slightly amused panic. The voice quickly rises into a shout, and Evan starts.
"Shit," he says, backing away. "We gotta go."
"What?" Seb exclaims. "We? We don't gotta do anything!"
"Dude, just run!" Evan says, and Seb gapes at him.
"I've got class!" he retorts, but Evan just keeps backing away, before turning around and breaking into a run.
"Your funeral!" he yells over his shoulder, and Seb looks up when he hears the angry voice of the other guy, whom he assumes is the girl's boyfriend,
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