Happy to finally be free of that stuffy classroom, Jaylyn James bolts out the door and towards the student lounge. History was her least favorite subject and to no ones surprise, it was also the class with the heaviest workload. She was starting to regret putting it off until her senior year, but she didn't see reason in taking the class in the first place. After graduating college, she was going to pursue her career in writing. She wasn't sure what type of writing, but she was sure that she'd never have to write about something that happened eighty years ago.
To add to her already steep mountain of homework, midterms were right around the corner, which meant long nights and lots of caffeine. She'd have to study extra for History because not only was there an exam, but also a twenty page paper due prior to the exam. It was enough to make her want to scream.
While walking through the flooded halls, a heated Maxine Burrows storms past muttering furiously under her breath, which could only mean one thing, he wasn't far behind.
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Cohen Pierce was bored rigid of this university and everything associated with it. Pierce had a talent for making the best of any situation if needed, but MSU was, in his mind, not worth the trouble. If it weren't for his controlling father, he would be on the other side of the map attending the University of his choosing.
Before Pierce was born his father had his entire life planned out for him down to the jobs he'd take upon graduating. He was expected to run part of his father's business. Life definitely wasn't going the way he wanted, his only release was Hockey and he was damn good at it. Becoming captain of the team as a mere sophomore was something he valued because it had nothing to do with Jack Pierce, his father.
Pierce sat back in his chair and out of habit ran his fingers through his almost shoulder length wavy hair, when his thoughts were suddenly interrupted by someone brave enough to not only invade his personal space, but more than that, sit on his lap. He immediately opened his eyes to see the one person he thought he was rid of. His mood went from fed up to pissed off. He actually entertained the thought of throwing her across the room.
"Pierce baby, I'm beginning to think you're ignoring me" Maxie whined tracing circles on his chest.
"I am." Pierce said taking her hand off his chest.
"Why baby? I know you enjoy our little meetings just as much as I do." She said grinding her ass into him.
Truth be told Maxie was good at what she did, but frankly, it was the only thing she was good at. Her overt sexuality got her just about anything she wanted. Every guy on campus knew her name and she made sure of it. She played the game and played it well. With the right amount of cleavage, she could have nearly any guy on campus falling at her feet. Maxie's mistake was thinking that Pierce was one of those guys. He would make sure she never made that mistake again. There were plenty of able-bodied women willing to scratch his itch, all that aside, Pierce was over her and he needed to get his point across. One thing for sure he was going to miss Maxie's lips wrapped around his dick...almost.
"Get the fuck off my lap," he said giving her a slight shove that sent her storming down the hall and out of his way...if she's lucky. Looking up, his green eyes returned from their dark cloudiness and back to its usual liveliness when he spotted, the person he could never tire of, walking in his direction.
Pierce and Jaylyn have been friends since middle school. Not only friends, but best friends. Growing up and living on the same street, nothing or no one could separate them not even now. They did just about everything together. They also went through some of the toughest times together. When he had no one Lyn was there. She was the first one there when his father drank too much and started to beat his mom and him. Lyn always left her bedroom window unlocked so Pierce had a place to escape to when it got really bad. The breaking point was when his mother finally left his father and, in the same breath, left her only son without word. She was there.
In high school, he experimented with several different drugs and started to skip out on school. He was disconnected to the point where he didn't care about anyone, not even himself, but Jaylyn was there and she helped him through it. No matter what, she was always there. Senior year they both had plans to go to NYU and they were both accepted, but his father had other plans for Pierce and forced him to MSU. Jaylyn, despite Pierces' protests, followed him to MSU saying, "New York can wait; besides you would die without me."
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"I saw Maxie, what did you do to her?." Lyn said sitting her tall 5'9 build across from Pierce.
"All these year and you still think so little of me. I'm hurt."
Pushing her next to black shoulder length hair behind her ears, she says,
"Cohen Pierce hurt? Who knew?"
"Ha Ha." Pierce said, once again sitting back in his chair letting his brown hair fall over his eyes.
"What are you doing here? I thought you had a class this hour stop looking at me like that."
"Like what? I do have a class this hour. I left early."
