The Ends of in Between

Azalea stirred slightly when she felt the soft tap on her head. "Wake up," a voice murmured, followed by a quiet chuckle that hung in the air for a moment.

Reluctantly, she pulled the sheet higher, cocooning herself away from the harsh light streaming through the window, and from the weight of the day ahead.

"Leave me alone, Jackson," she muttered under her breath, her voice barely audible.

A beat of silence passed before the sheets were suddenly yanked off, and Azalea let out a long, weary sigh.

"Come on, you can't hide forever," Jackson's voice was warm, almost teasing. "We need to grab our schedules. You've forgotten about school, haven't you, my dear friend?"

Azalea's eyes narrowed at him from beneath the tangle of her hair, her expression sharp, but Jackson only responded with a grin, his dimple making a quiet, unmistakable appearance.

A quiet sigh escaped him as he flopped into the blue beanbag on his side of the room. "By the way," he added, almost lazily, "Jett Fogger's throwing a party at his parents' loft tonight. It's going to be... unforgettable."

"Isn't that the guy that did a rollerblade stunt into his parent's pool dressed as spiderman and high on cocaine?"

"Yes and you should totally come to this one, don't want you missing out."

"A lot of things that happen during Jett's parties make their way to the internet somehow, so I don't miss much."

"But being there for the experience is way more fun, and this is our last year at Princeton. I promise to claim you as mine when we get there." He tease with a grin.

She smiles. "No."

His smile dropped at her answer and he frowned. "Party pooper." He mumbles.

Azalea sat up and itched her scalp, not caring about his reaction. She hates when he wakes her up early, but then again, he kind of became her personal alarm clock over the time she's known him.

Jackson 's grey eyes drift to her as she stood and stretched a yawn. Her shirt raised and his eyes went to the bit of skin that showed.

He smirks. "If I did know I was going to get a free show I would've prepared myself."

Azalea dropped her arms and flipped him off. "Pervert." Jackson clutched his chest, faking a pained expression.

"Well that was painful to hear. I'm far from a pervert."

"Ugh, sharing a room with you is painful."

"Okay now you're actually hurting my feelings."

"Good." She smiles. "Well I'm going to take a shower so just meet me under the tree." She says grabbing her bathroom bag from her drawer.

"Well hurry up, you know how I am when it comes to my studies."

"Well don't wait for me next time." She shrugs. Azalea placed on her shower shoes and fetched herself a towel.

"Well I care about you and your degree, that's what's called being a good friend Azie!" He shouts as she left mid-dialogue.

"Whatever nerd!" She shouts back. Jackson shook his head and their room door closed. When it did he reached over to his bedside drawer and pulled the top drawer open.

Jackson took the paper from its place and smiled. He took out his phone, snapping a photo of it.

"Oh dear Azie, it's already the first day and you're already falling behind. You know how I am." Jackson tore the paper in four and balled them up.

His eyes met her phone that's on her bed and he stood up. Jackson took her phone from the bed and grinned as he put in her password.

"This is going to be so much fun."

When Azalea got to the showers there were two girls already inside talking by the sinks. She noticed them as the two most known girls in college. Priscillia Sue and Megan Smith. Megan is the captain of the cheer squad of course and Priscillia is her...assistant?

Well the both of them are apart of the team and to be honest they're pretty good at what they do.

The both of them glanced at Azie as she walked in but paid her no mind as the girl found the cleanest shower there is.

If there is one thing she'd like to change about Princeton University is their dirty bathrooms. Ever since the plasmodial apocalypse, which lead up to the girls sharing the boy's showers, which wasn't that bad, she feared to let her feet touch the floor. Even the water for that matter, but she's got to deal with it.

Azalea set her things on the hook of the stall door and set her shower bag, which is made of plastic, onto the floor. She turned the shower on and relaxed at the hot water.

"Are you going to Jett's party tonight?" She hears. Azalea decided to tone out their conversation about Jett, finding it quite the bore already.