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xxx" 𝕐𝕆𝕌'ℝ𝔼 ℕ𝕆𝕋 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕊𝔸𝕄𝔼 !! 𝕀ℕ 𝕋ℍ𝔼 ℍ𝔸ℕ𝔻𝕊 𝕆𝔽 𝔾𝕆𝔻𝕊 𝕐𝕆𝕌 ℍ𝔸𝕍𝔼 𝕃𝕆𝕊𝕋 𝕐𝕆𝕌ℝ 𝕎𝔸𝕐 !! "
⇉ [ location : library ] [ godly parent : aphrodite ] [ tagged : ash ] [ 1177 words ]
- - - - - -Midterms were over. Well, they were for everyone except Sam. Of course, technically the actual tests were over, but that didn't end things for him, unfortunately. His neurobiology midterm did not go as well as expected. Luckily, his professor was understanding enough to allow him to do test corrections for partial credit. As much as he hated the idea of slaving over a complicated science test for a second time, he really needed to do what he could to keep his grades up. If he had any hopes of getting into a proper medical school once he was finished with undergrad, he needed to maintain his decent GPA. So, he was spending his Friday afternoon cooped up in the library, the second floor, where people were allowed to speak as long as they weren't too rowdy. He didn't like sitting in complete silence to do his work, but also wanted to be in a place that actually encouraged productivity. And being away from his Playstation for a while was probably the only way he could see himself being able to actually being able to finish his work. He wasn't particularly lazy, but he was easily distracted. The library was distraction-free. Or, at the very least, had fewer distractions. He still found himself aggressively tapping his pencil against his paper, his leg bouncing frantically underneath the table. He didn't like just sitting still and doing work. His eyes scanned the pages of his neurobiology book for the eighth time, still looking for the right answer to question twelve. It was the only one he hadn't found the answer for yet. At this point, he figured he could probably just pick c and be done with it, since he'd corrected the rest of his test already and this last half-point wouldn't make much of a difference. But that felt wrong. Or did it? Did he even care anymore. He let out a small sigh before a familiar voice cut through the air, softly breaking him out of his poorly-constructed state of focus.
- - - - -He glanced up to find Ash smiling at him, which caused him to smile in return. "Hey, Ash." He quite liked the daughter of Zeus. She was the least scary of Zeus's three daughters, he'd learned, and she was one of the kindest souls he'd ever met. He felt lucky that the two of them got along so effortlessly. He gestured with his hand for her to go ahead and have a seat at his table. "Of course. Be my guest," he said with a grin. He shrugged. "I haven't really thought about it," he replied. Sam wasn't much into parties. He liked to host little get-togethers every now and then, but it was mostly to have Phoenix or Alex over to play video games or something. He preferred low-key hangouts with people he was particularly close to. Taking care of drunk people wasn't quite his scene, but most of the school was going, from the sounds of it. Maybe he'd give it a try. "The Dionysus kids are great, don't get me wrong, I just don't know if I have what it takes to keep up with them," he said with a small laugh. "Why? Are you going?" he asked. She didn't seem to sure of herself, but he had no real way of knowing. She did just say it sounded fun, so why wouldn't she be going? He wondered, briefly, if she'd have some kind of security detail with Izzy hanging around her all the time. He knew how protective she was of her sister. But, realistically, there wasn't any real danger involved in something like this. Dionysus kids were crazy when it came to their parties, but they weren't dangerous. Besides, if you get a bunch of demigods in a residence hall, you can be sure people are safe. Everyone knew, at least in some capacity, how to take care of themselves. The worst that would ever really happen to someone is a nasty hangover or a regretful hookup. Maybe someone says something horribly offensive to another. But no one had ever gotten hurt. At least, not that Sam knew of. It didn't make the thought of this party any less unnerving, particularly if you weren't used that sort of scene, like Ash didn't seem to be. "Cause, like, if I didn't go, I was probably just gonna put on a movie or a game of Smash Bros or something that you could come to. If you want, of course," he said, extending a polite invitation, despite it all coming out painfully awkward. He might have been a son of the goddess of love, but he definitely got his overall lack of confidence and flirting skills from his father. "Unless you want to go to the party. Cause, like, if you do, you totally should. I mean, I might too," he added, almost stumbling over his words like an idiot. "All of this was a really dumb way of me saying I don't know yet," he finally said, rubbing the back of his neck and trying to laugh off his own embarrassment.
- - - - -She got a little quiet, which was weird, and she didn't do much but just sorta... stare. Sam worried that she might have just realized that he was a massive dork. Or maybe she was just distracted by something behind him or just lost in a weird trance. It happens, right? He couldn't help but quirk an eyebrow though. Part of him wondered if there was something on his face or in his teeth or something. "Everything alright?" he asked, but she finally seemed to snap out of whatever it was. She instantly moved to the book she was holding, which he definitely wasn't expecting, but that was fine. He shrugged it off as nothing important, looking back down at his mostly-finished test corrections. He could just... yeah. He was definitely just picking c and hoping for the best on this last question. It wasn't worth it anymore. He circled the new answer, letting out a little sigh and ultimately just giving up. He closed his science book and was about to tell Ash goodbye, but it seems she gave up on her little venture as well, looking up from the page and addressing him again. "Oh, you know. Not bad," he said with a little shrug, tugging on the sleeves of his sweater so that they covered more of his hands, a little habit he picked up on when he was nervous. "Could've definitely gone better though. I was actually here to make a few corrections to my neurobiology exam," he admitted. He wasn't particularly proud of how he sometimes struggled in classes, but he wasn't ashamed of it either. Especially because the advanced sciences were difficult. It only seemed reasonable for him to make a few C's. And D's. Maybe fail an assignment or two. "How about you? I'm sure you did great. You always seem to be on top of things like that," he said with a small nod.



