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It's tough to imagine a prettier sight then the duelling streaks of purple and orange that [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/01/33/91/013391cffd00af2c7bdeb46dadd743d2.jpg]paint the sky over the New Mexico desert[/url] as the sun is just beginning its ascent. Sure, it's a pain in the butt for most people to wake up early enough to catch the view. But as that big ball of fire begins to rise out of the east, illuminating the rock formations and sending the shadows of brush scattering across the sand, the contrast of color is unlike anything that could be seen anywhere else.

It made Savannah Payton pity those poor fools who decided city living was the way to go. [color=ff4de1][i]How could people live in those urban zoos like that if they knew what was waiting out here for them? Freaking mindblowing.[/i][/color]

It wasn't hard for Sav to get up to catch those first rays. Her 6:30 wakeup time meant she was out on the track by 7am, and the last few weeks, that meant it was the perfect time to see that natural beauty as it graced the Land of Enchantment. As far as she could remember, Savannah was always one of those early risers. The mornings were the best time to run, without the traffic blitzing by in an attempt to beat the rush hour gridlock. Of course, growing up in small-town Sweetwater, Texas, it wasn't exactly bumper-to-bumper traffic. Still, the peace was something to be treasured, especially on perfect fall days like this. The Rocky Mountain chill wasn't truly taking hold yet, but it was cool enough that the desert heat didn't dominate proceedings.

By this point, Savannah had been on the track for almost an hour, pacing herself as she continued to lap imaginary runners in her mind. Today was an endurance day and she was determined to complete her set amount of laps before peeling off and heading into the cafeteria to refuel. The plan was to alternate between long-distance days and sprint days until she got to university and her coach could determine what she should specialize in. It kept her loose and limber. Of course, no matter what speed she ran at, Sav knew she looked good doing it. She's seen some of the photos Bradley has gotten of her mid-stride, and honestly, they are some of the best photos she's ever taken. Even if her hair is a pink mess. [color=ff4de1][i]Still can't remember why I would ever go blonde and pink... oh well. It'll be brown again soon enough. I hope.[/i][/color]

The thoughts were the only things running through Savannah's mind while she was running through her regimen. She rejected the idea of having music playing while she ran. It meant that she couldn't listen to her surroundings, and then how would she know if someone was trying to sneak up on her and attack her or something? It was not worth the trade-off in security just to be able to listen to some Pale Waves while she went through her exercises. If she was in the school gym, that would be a little different. She'd usually be in the corner on the treadmill or doing her leg pumps, and then she would have Sol with her. Sol could give off some dangerous vibes at times, but the mutual respect built in the workout room over the past few weeks made them surprisingly fast friends. Plus, it always helped to have another set of eyes on the lookout. 

As her Fitbit beeped to let her know that she had reached a full hour out on the track, Savannah breathed a huge sigh as she finally slowed down to a walking pace. Her duffel bag was still waiting for her on the bleachers, so she went over and grabbed her towel, patting herself all over. She didn't sweat enough for a shower she reasoned, although even if she was dripping like a New York liberal in an Amarillo country bar, she probably wouldn't have bothered. One, the showers were one of the most vulnerable places in the school, even without factoring in the fact that she would be completely naked at the same time. Two, if someone was else there, that meant seeing another woman naked and for some reason, the thought just wasn't palatable at all. It was unnatural to be taking in that kind of sight. At least that's what her parents taught her back in Sweetwater.

Satisfied with herself, Savannah tucked the towel back in the bag, separating it from the satchel that held her books and supplies for her first two classes. She tossed her bomber jacket on over her tank top and made a beeline for the cafeteria. The staff had done very well catering to the students like her who adhered to a vegetarian lifestyle. She already knew what she would be eating in approximately seven minutes time. A cup of fruit salad, with as many strawberries as she could muster, and a steaming hot bowl of oatmeal with vanilla soy milk. It was a formula at this point. Right down to her table mates.

For someone who was moving to San Agustin from out-of-state, it was amazingly quick to make best friends here. From the day that she arrived, it was clear that Savannah had a lot of common with TJ and Erica. They had the same diets, they shared the same level of activity, they shared a hefty amount of distrust in Leo Brooks. It made sense that they would hang out and have each others backs. There was a level of trust there that Erica would bring the plans, Tyler Jane would bring the confidence and Savannah would bring the incredibly cautious optimism to whatever they could cook up. It worked well.

Which is why Savannah was surprised to see neither of them in the cafeteria as of yet. Bradley was there. Savannah gave a wave, but there was no way that she was going to sit next to him when he had his bowl of crickets going. It was disgusting to watch him eat. He swore they were packed with protein, but there was no way she was going to find out if they truly tasted like chicken. Not that she had any idea what chicken tasted like either. There was an empty table nearby though. So after looking around to make sure no one else was making a claim on it, she decided to sit down, facing the door. There likely weren't going to be any more threats emerging from the people already gathered.

Unfortunately, that meant Savannah had a perfect vantage point to see her gym buddy walking in with the most hated guy in the school. At least in her opinion. She should have been able to rationalize it. Sol and Leo made a lot of sense hanging out together. But still, seeing the boxer with that... clear slice of evil, it was like raking Savannah's back with claws or something. It wasn't a backstab, but it still hurt like hell and smacked of betrayal. She shook her head trying to convince herself that she knew it wasn't anything like that, or that it meant anything, but it still put Savannah on such an edge that she hurriedly turned to her food in order to take her mind off the knowledge that one of San Agustin's alpha males was here and in her social circle by extension. [color=ff4de1][i]Just please don't sit with me. Please don't sit with me. Please don't sit with me...[/i][/color]

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