Who: Cutter and Jordan
When: Tuesday evening
Where: Divination Room
Why: Smoking and Smooching
Rating: R




Cutter had stopped and almost returned to his dorm room three times already. At the moment, he was standing against a random wall in a random corridor, almost hyperventilating. He had no idea what he was doing. It was too fast. There were spur of the moment decisions that worked out for the best and then there were rash, incredibly stupid decisions. Problem was, you could never identify the two until after the fact.

Jordan was bisexual. He liked boys. Liked kissing them, and ... whatnot. Theoretically, he would be the perfect person to make use of James' advice on. He was laid back, effortlessly sexual and had probably mastered discretion by this point. Theoretically, it all made perfect sense.

Only, his logical mind was nowhere near as powerful as the sheer terror working its way through his system. Was he actually seeking out a boy to kiss him? In what universe was that a plan that he would come up with? His stomach was tied in knots and he was wildly out of breath from nothing more than standing against the wall, panting. How was he supposed to get up the nerve to kiss the guy? And why did he want to? Or, did he want to?

Was this all in his head? Was it a test like he was telling himself, or was it something he genuinely wanted? He hadn't wanked in what felt like forever. He was turned on, confused and terrified over the thoughts running through his own head. One thing was for sure though: this couldn't go on.

Pulling himself away from the wall, he took one quick step after another, making his way toward the Divination Room. His jaw was set in a hard line and his breath was coming too fast. If anyone had seen him, they would have thought he was headed toward a fight rather than going to meet up with a potential friend.

He entered the room in a burst and then stopped, rubbing his palms on his pants. The sight of Jordan sent a hard thrum of panic through his body and the tea cups set off a soft clatter as the stone beneath his feet trembled.

"Hey." The word came out sounding funny and he cleared his throat. "What's up? Ever been up here after hours? It's wicked, isn't it? Looks kinda spooky, I guess. Like a crazy old lady with stuffed dolls should attack you or something. Uhm, not that there's a crazy old lady. Don't want to make you paranoid before we smoke. Perfectly safe, yeah? Fuck, why am I still talking?"