what a coincidence [CECELIA/OPEN!]

[cameron louis richards]

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TAGGED cecelia/open WORDS 494 OUTFIT HERE!

As per usual, Cameron had been late to class that morning. The professor hadn't seemed to notice him sneaking in the back of the classroom which was one good thing at least. It made him feel stupid to be sneaking in so often but it was just such an early class. Plus, physics? Both things didn't mesh well with Cameron. Monday mornings were bad for college students in general. Well, the one's that went out the night before anyways. He knew well that this was around half of the population, the half that was dumb enough to make the decision that is. The people with sense stayed in and tried to recuperate from the weekend while Cam, took it as if it was another Saturday night.

Students were bustling through the halls like crazy, most likely all going to lunch. It had just rang noon on the clock and he was happy to be out of class. Sure he'd only been there half of the actual class time but it had still be torturous. Cam himself noticed that he was quite hungry and he planned to grab something. He'd probably go to Merle's as he usually did. Bacon cheeseburger all the way, with chili fries. Even as fit as he was, he definitely didn't eat like that. In fact, with the way he ate, he should weigh three hundred pounds. All junk food and diner food, he couldn't remember a time in his entire life when he'd actually cooked something. He'd been cooked for at home, they had their own personal cook. His mother hadn't really loved cooking, so he'd been used to just eating whatever the pompous chef threw at him.

He was wearing an average black t-shirt and jeans, along with a blue coat that he'd thrown over himself before running to class. It was quite cold outside as it was December so he hadn't wanted to fair the weather in only his t-shirt. Plus, he wasn't really a fan of looking like the idiot wearing a t-shirt during the winter.

Stepping out of the building and into the commons area, he felt a decently cold burst of wind. It passed quickly and before he knew it, the air was calm again. The sun seemed to be hiding today which kind of just made him feel even more sleepy than he already was. As he sauntered around a bush, he hadn't been paying attention and inadvertently bumped into someone. He saw a burst of red hair and reached out to try to sturdy her. "Sorry about that, I wasn't paying attetion at all." His arms went to her forearms, holding her steady. Once he was sure she was alright, he released his hold on her. She lifted her face and he immediately recognized her, though he couldn't remember why. "Are you alright?" he asked her seriously, not a smile on his face hoping that he hadn't hurt her.

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[CECELIA AVA VILLENEUVE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] You're a hot mess, I'm lovin' it hell yes! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Cecelia hated Mondays with a passion. Every Sunday night, Alpha house held a small get together for all of the active sisters and pledges. It was what Cecelia liked to call ‘bonding time’. In reality, it was a chance to sit around and bitch about the Zetas. They stayed up entirely too late drinking entirely too much. They often came up with ideas for the pledges to do to help push them over the top and assure themselves a place in the sorority. Normally it had something to do with sabotage. Cecelia smiled to herself as she thought about all of the ideas that had been tossed around. Though some of her sisters were obviously hung over, Cecelia herself looked impeccable as always. She always drank a little bit, just to show her guests that they were invited to imbibe, but she never drank too much. She thought that it would be stupid to lose control. She had an image to maintain, and a drunken stupor would do nothing to help it any. She encouraged her closest friends to refrain from drinking too much as well, but it rarely worked. Cecelia didn’t have a class until late afternoon, but she liked to hang around the commons for a while before her sisters had to head out. Though most people didn’t know it, Cecelia was actually a morning person. She loved how she felt after just getting up in the morning. Paired with a warm pumpkin spice cappuccino and she was set. Though she was usually in a good mood on Monday mornings, Cecelia was pretty much notorious for making sure even the most hung over sister was rolled out of bed to attend class. The Alphas weren’t going to upstage the Zetas by laying around and sleeping off hangovers! She stood in the center of her small group of friends, watching people and making snide comments. Watching people was one of her favorite past times. She listened as her friends made parting remarks, not really paying much attention. She smiled sardonically as they waved goodbye and scurried off. She kicked at the ground a few times before turning around. Cecelia smoothed her jacket and surveyed the Commons. For once, she wasn’t dressed up. She wore simple jeans, albeit they cost more than a new iPhone. Her jacket was a dark green that set her flaming hair off to perfection. She paired them with simple green flats. Most of the kids looked rumpled, and tired. She smirked to herself, happy that she looked better. She fluffed her hair absently and withdrew her phone from her pocket. She tapped the smart-screen and waited for it to light up. No messages. Cecelia frowned. She had been expecting a call from an alumna about a fundraiser dinner all week. She was getting antsy at this point. Sighing, Cecelia dropped her phone back into her pocket. She opened her purse and glanced inside, looking for her wallet. She was in the process of retrieving it when she was bumped into. The air whooshed out of her lungs, and then she felt strong arms holding her in place. She glanced up at the offending person, an insult on her lips. The insult died down as she took in the guy in front of her. He looked so very familiar, but she couldn’t place where she knew him from. She took a deep breath and nodded. “I’m fine,” She unearthed a brilliant smile. “I’m Cecelia,” She offered, still studying him. “Cecelia Villeneuve,” She repeated. She bit her lip, waiting for him to look at her with disgust, or look wary. It was how most people seemed to react to her. She knew why, but it still hurt every time. CAM. 622. Fail post, sorry. D: TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION. Image by Femi