Who: Scotty & Harris
What: What? There is no what. Absolutely nothing to see here, really.
Where: Johnson Hall
When: Sunday, August 21st, afternoon
Rating: SFW, but probably some foul language
So the summer term was officially over - but there'd been no point in going home (or, rather, to
a home) when he'd be moving back within the week, so Harris was still on campus. A lot of who he assumed had to be the staff were beginning to move back in and, wanting to get away from the hustle and bustle for a bit, he'd intended to head into the town to try and find
something to do. Instead, on his way down to the lower level of his residence hall, Harris caught sight of a familiar face, and found himself ducking back into the stairwell for a moment.
Shit.He'd known that Scotty was enrolled at Dalton - he'd overheard that loud mouth brunette from
Nude Erections talking about him and that Hummel priss - but he'd been expecting another week before having to face him. The plan had been to email the other boy later that week - honestly, only an idiot wouldn't be able to figure out someone's school email address - but that was out of the question now. It would be best to get this over-with now, then, right? While there weren't other students around to overhear or witness the confrontation. Determination sunk in at that point, and Harris found himself cracking his knuckles before heading back into the hallway.
Pleased to find that Scotty was still there (and, more importantly, still alone), he forced on a smirk and approached the younger teen. He couldn't help but notice that Scotty looked different - and it wasn't only the clothing; it was the way in which he was holding himself. Maybe Dalton had turned out to be the best place for him, after all. Stepping in front of Scotty, he put his arm out, his palm pressed to the wall, effectively cutting the junior off. "Fancy seeing you here,
Scotty," he drawled, his inflections somehow managing to make the other boy's name sound horribly degrading.