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A low chuckle escaped Bastíen as Cassian lamented about what a brat Lola was. [color=8f1900]“I don’t know buddy, the word around the quad is that she’s ‘craaaazy’ in bed.”[/color]. The tall young man gestured wildly with his hands mocking his fraternity brothers who often ranked the hottest girls on campus and shared anecdotes about said, girls. Bas never really participated, he liked to sit in the back playing the grand piano softly in listening in and noting anything of worth.

When Cass revealed that it had been Lola that had sent out one of the videos to not only the faculty but the star swimmers coach Bas couldn’t help but laugh right out. [color=8f1900]“So, just plain crazy then?”[/color] he said turning to face his burly friend. He saw the fury simmering behind his stony facade, he had seen it in his brother many times, so he let out a sigh. [color=8f1900]“Don’t worry my friend… your coach is probably barging into the headmistress office right now.” [/color] he smirked at his friend. [color=8f1900]“The sports department is the biggest cash flow this place has and if they bench you that’ll drop sponsors faster than you kicked Theodore of you. I heard Coach Murphy is going ballistic as we speak!” [/color] he gave Cassian a knowing look

Bastíen tapped his lips with a slender finger as he thought about an answer. He really wasn’t the best to ask for relationship advice, mostly because he didn’t care about it enough. Sure he had urges like anyone else. But that’s what one night stands are for, he would usually grab the closest person who tickled his fancy and then be done with it. 

[color=8f1900]“I guess it would be easier if I knew who you were referring to…” [/color] Bas began as they walked along the hallway. After a while he remembered seeing Cassian making eyes at a raven-haired girl on a skateboard. [color=8f1900]“Oh! Are you talking about that brash Asian girl?” [/color] He snapped his fingers like he had found out the answer to a particular hard math problem. [color=8f1900]“I don’t know man… she doesn’t really seem like the girl you would go for. Don’t you like girls who do whatever you say? So you can stare down at them and say ‘good girl’ or some freaky alpha shit like that?” [/color] He grinned widely and shoved his friend as Cass tried to read a message from his phone.

Bastíen shrugged [color=8f1900]“You know me, the chapter president of the ant-social social club.” [/color] He thought back to Friday night’s disappointingly (for him) uneventful bash. [color=8f1900]“Although I did manage to piss of a rather cute looking guy. He cursed me out several times… quite enthralling actually. But alas he ran off before I could do any real damage. I don’t even remember his name… Eric maybe… or Elias.” [/color] he mused for a while before shaking the image of the blushing bespectacled brunette out of his mind.

[color=8f1900]“Well, my friend! This is where I leave you! I got to finish this piece I’ve been working on for ages… it’s been bothering me. See you around Cassieboy.” [/color] and with that Basténn thew open the heavy oak door that leads into the art building and disappeared behind it as it closed.      
  

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