Thread: Wolf eat wolf world [ JurassicParts & shitsNgiggles]

Classes drained and conversations spilled into the hallways as the doors opened. Dylan pulled his bag back over his shoulder as he slowly pushed himself out of his seat. He yawned as he followed the crowd. The words of the few students in front of him had him arch a brow and slowly he leaned closer. Before he could ask anything a shadow grew over him and Dylan turned around at the feeling of eyes in his neck. He jumped when a hand landed on his back and quickly he spun a one-eighty. His head slowly tilted back as his eyes trailed up to the top of the man. Dylans jaw slacked at what he saw and his eyes grew wide at the sight of the man that stood taller than him. Wide eyes narrowed as the man continued and he cocked his head to the side. Yeah, mum, told me I could be anything so I decided to be a waste of space, He dryly said as he caked on his own foreign accent even thicker. Actually I wanted to be the best cocksucker in the world, and I couldve gone pro if it wasnt for the clap, He continued in the same unfazed manner as he plucked a long red dyed hair from his blue sweater. He followed the string of students through the straight hallway that ran straight across the school. The parade of people left little room for movement outside of the core direction. They passed the last classroom door which opened, showed the space to be empty. Instead, the large glass walls of the library showed shelves with books and students that sat down around tables, or behind computers. On the other side, Dylan looked over the waist-high wall down into the cafeteria that was placed smack bang in the middle of the building. Dylans nose itched and he cringed perfume, deodorant, soaps, food, body odours...most of which the mysterious man-scent that oozed next to him. The stream split in two as it met with the onslaught of students that came from the other side of the building. Few people went left into the library while most went down the stairs across from it. Heavy boots stomped a steady rhythm down the stairs and a few faces looked up into the open staircase. Soft chuckles erupted while other more shocked faces averted their eyes. He bit his lip as he tried to suppress a smirk, but it happened every time his kilt fluttered up with his legs. Dylan knew what he did when he accused the board of racism after they raised some concerns with his particular choice of clothes. When the last semblance of walls disappeared, so did the order and the single stream immediately scattered as soon as feet touched the ground. From the corner of his eyes, Dylan curiously ogled the stranger that still walked next to him. But.. He nodded his head up and frowned at the stranger with narrowed eyeshadow. You a yank or something? He asked with an arched brow. To Dylans surprise, he was probably only ten centimetres smaller. As soon as they stepped through the large glass doors, Dylan pulled his bag off his shoulder. He fiddled with the zipper of the worn out thing before the sound of something that ripped rushed through the air. The zipper finally gave and the bag fell open. The first thing that leaned out was a four pack, behind that, one, two, three books and further mostly wrinkled paper with hen-scratches on them. Dylan ripped the plastic before he took out a pint and he held it under his armpit and he dug through his bag again. A path in the grass started to show as Dylan made his way to his favourite bench. He sat down with his bag beside him on one side before he sat his pint down on the other. Copper eyebrows shot up when he found a pack of fags and with the same struggle he closed his bag again.