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[sub][color=98817b]Location | Cafeteria[/color][/sub][/center]
[indent][color=FDF5E6]Wesley really wasn’t trying to stare at Teddy. That would be rude, and Wes tried his best not to be rude. Meddlesome? Yes. Problematic? At times. Mischievous? Most definitely. But outright rude? Never! That was no way to make friends. That said… he couldn’t help that his eyes kept wandering back to his shirtless, hunky friend. Concentrating on his protein-packed breakfast, he prayed to any gods that there might be for some kind of distraction.

This blessing came in the form of a fashionable and somewhat flashy woman with long braided hair. Wes recognized her from around the halls, but they had never been properly introduced. Thankfully, the charismatic girl made quick work of rectifying that. [color=#DE563C][b]“Well gooood morning, you two! Theo, lookin' good as always. How are you two doing this morning? Oh, I'm Zakya, by the way... if you didn't already know. I don't think we've ever been formally introduced or anything like that. But I see you around all the time!”[/b][/color]

[color=98817b][b]“Likewise, nice to finally meet you. Zakya’s a cool name, I’m Wes.”[/b][/color] He replied with a wave and flashed one of his prize winning smiles. He couldn’t help but notice that her eyes were mostly on his breakfast companion. Not that he could blame her, so were his only a few moments ago. Teddy greeted her in return and explained his shirtlessness by stating that they had just gone on a run. Zakya seemed to act like it was no big thing, probably not caring [i]why[/i] he was shirtless and just glad that he [i]was[/i] shirtless. Once again, he couldn’t blame her there.

[color=#DE563C][b]“Word on the street is there's gonna be a party this Friday night... hosted by those lovely ladies over there. You two plan on attending? Cause you definitely should!”[/b][/color] Her eyes lit up as she dished the scoop on an upcoming party.

[color=845422][b]“Oh? ...Yeah maybe… what do you think Wes?[/b][/color] Was Teddy’s lackluster response.

[color=98817b][b]“What do you mean [i]maybe[/i]?”[/b][/color] Wesley’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion. It was as if his friend just said that he didn’t like ice cream or something. Everyone likes ice cream, even lactose intolerant people! [color=98817b][b]“Hell yeah I’m going, this sounds like the most exciting thing to ever hit this campus. Literally. Do you think they’ll manage to get booze?”[/b][/color] The wheels were already turning in the troublemaker’s mind.

[color=98817b][b]“I’ll spread the word, hopefully it’ll be a banger. Anyway, I gotta get to class.”[/b][/color] The lanky teen stood up and grabbed his lunch tray. [color=98817b][b]“Catch ya later, Teddy, and nice to meet ya, Z.”[/b][/color] He said with a wave goodbye and made his way to the trash to empty his tray.

Now empty handed, Wes walked over to his lab partner’s breakfast table, where he was still chatting with his friends. [color=98817b][b]“Yo, Leo!”[/b][/color] He greeted the jock. [color=98817b][b]“You coming to class? We’re probably already late, man. But more importantly, have you heard about the party this weekend?”[/b][/color][/color][/indent]