Stefan rolled over with a groan as he heard pounding on his door. “’M awake,” he mumbled, wrapping himself in his blanket before going to the door. He cracked it open, allowing the woman at the door to see only a sliver of his face. “Can I help you? I’m trying to enjoy my Saturday by sleeping in.” What Stefan hadn’t realized was that it was in fact, not Saturday at all. He had spent the night eluding his security detail, er, ‘roommate,’ and partying at many of the frat houses surrounding campus. “Did we have a meeting or something?”
“Are you kidding me?!” Caroline nearly screeched, light blue eyes full of fire as she glared at him through the crack in the door. “Yes, dipshit, we had a meeting or something,” she snapped, shoving at the door. Her shouting was drawing the attention of the others in the hallway, more than one door opening up to peak out and see who was yelling, and why.
“We were supposed to get together to plan our history project, remember? I’m not about to let my GPA get ruined, and I’m not about to do all of the work myself. So get your ass dressed and awake and pull your weight!”
Stefan’s eyes widened at the suddenly loud voice, his senses overwhelmed. “Alright, Alright. Give me some time, I’ll be out soon,” he replied, sleep still heavy in his voice. Closing the door, he leaned against it. “Damn,” he breathed. “She’s a feisty one, hm?” His accent came out a little as he spoke to the empty room, his roommate security detail probably still milling about, and would no doubt find him soon.
His feet lazily made their way to the dresser, pulling out a pair of jeans and a fairly plain, collegiate branded shirt. He made a face at the attire – why did he agree to this again? Right. Normal college experience.
Sleep still in his eyes, he grabbed his bookbag and slid his laptop and textbook in before slinging it over his shoulder. Swinging the door open, he leaned against the wall as the door shut. “Y’ ready?” He asked, eyes locking with the woman’s.
Cisco backup 