"Oh, I must give you my e-mail address. It's loismustdie, all one word, at yahoo dot com."

[nicols_boy]

Sunnydale, what a hole of a town, man. Seriously, you get some real messed up shit here. Most of the time it’s funny, like some nerd getting hacked up in the woods or the English teacher going missing for the third time in as many years. I can tell you if it weren’t for my striking good looks and connections (not to mention the cross around my neck

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[wyatt_l]

Believe it or not, I've still got books to get. Last time I checked the rest of the psych books weren't in so I'm going to check if they arrived. I'm taking a good amount of cash too, cuz college books are not cheap these days. And guess who has to pay for them all by himself?

Sighing as I look through the shelves for my selection, I spot a familiar face. Peter Nicols. Jock type. I've been trying to get him to pledge for awhile now, haven't seemed to change his mind. I put on a determined face and take a few steps over to him. "Hey Peter, hows it going man?"

[nicols_boy]

I don’t know how these people find me. It’s like they have Nicols radar or something. “Oh, hey Wyatt,” if he starts talking about pledging me again I’m going to hit him I sware. Well, maybe after his party. Or better yet, during it. That’d be awesome.

I pull an art history book of the shelf and check my list. That’s the one. I tuck it under my arm and move down the isle, knowing that Anderson’s going to be dogging me. “Can’t wait for classes. You?” I ask, distinerested with the entire conversation but it pays to be nice once in a while.

I find the psych section and start looking for the course book. The ‘rents were pretty adamant I did something to exercise my mind, just in case I injured myself freshman year. Right. Whatever.

[wyatt_l]

I nod and sort of roll my eyes. "Oh yeah, classes. My favorite." I say sarcastically before looking the psych section up and down with him. I find the book he's probably looking for, the one I used last year, and hand it out to him. "Good luck with that."

[nicols_boy]

I take the book and nod in thanks, shoving it under my arm. ”Huh, I would’ve figured you for the classes type, Anderson. Chicks love that shit.”