Ian knew his classes were going to be a joke. He wasn't willing to say anything out loud, by any means, but the basic general studies classes that he was being forced to take were anything but informational. Had he put a little more effort into his entrance exams, perhaps he would've tested into something a little more fitting to his speed, but as it were, he was stuck in an English and Composition class that was few levels below where he should have been. He'd gone over most of the content in his high school courses. If he had to find a bright side to look on, at least it was the fact that this would be an easy semester to pass.
That's where he found himself at in the morning, slouching in his seat in the back of the lecture hall with his sketchbook laying on top of his notebook as he doodled another creature. Most of his drawings were things he'd seen in his dreams, and he'd always felt the urge to put them on paper, as if doing so would somehow get them out of his thoughts. He was finishing up some sketchy lines when a sense of unease washed over him. Chancing a glance around, he locked gazes with an all too familiar face walking right towards him, and he wanted to sink down into his seat and disappear. He'd recognize those green eyes anywhere. Collin.
"Well, if it ain't a small world after all." The brunette grins, plopping himself down almost haphazardly into the seat next to Ian, who grimaces a little at the unwanted company. He immediately shuts his sketchbook, pulling his notebook back out instead as he leans forward to prop his chin in his palm.
"Haven't you ever heard of personal space?" He deadpans, blue eyes colder than ice undoubtedly as he looks over at Collin. He's met with a grin, and the other bumping him with his shoulder as he digs his own ratty-looking notebook out of his bag.
"I thought blondes were supposed to be friendly?" He teases, and Ian can't help but to scoff at that, hardly noticing when the instructor walks in and starts messing around with the projector in an attempt to get class started.
"Whoever told you that must've had their sources mixed up. Why are you being so persistent, anyways? I'm not here to socialize." He tsks, tapping his fingers idly on his desk. Collin tilts his head a little, crossing his arms across his chest as he leans back in his seat, crossing one ankle over his knee so he invades Ian's space that much more.
"Not here to socialize? Well, I can understand that, but you'll want someone in your corner. You might be able to put up a thick wall now, but I can guarantee you you're gonna need somebody sooner or later. If you push everyone away now, you won't have anybody and you'll be stuck in a rut. Trust me, I know that from experience." Before Ian can have the chance to respond, the instructor is calling for the attention of the class to go over the syllabus and go a little more into detail on the major projects for the semester.
He's given plenty of time during that class period to mull over Collin's words. He couldn't see any situation, now or in the future, where he would need somebody. Especially somebody like Collin. The only person he'd ever come to rely on was Madeline, his twin sister who remained blissfully at home instead of stuck in some private institute. By the time the lecture is over, he's decided that no, he certainly will not be relying on somebody like Collin. Ever.
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