I See You Watching Me, Watching You (Olivia)

[Rowan Booker]

It was always a really awesome feeling when Rowan could just relax after working out. He ended up in the student lounge many days after working out intensely in the gym. Mostly because he wasn't really a fan of his dorm room (all of the roommates were girls, but not the kind of girls he'd like to hang out with). Granted he probably should have gone back to his dorm to change, but being him, he didn't care much. He was still a tad bit sweaty, but by no means did he smell disgusting because he was one of those types that allllways smelled good. It's why everyone liked hugging him. That and they liked the feeling of his abdomen. Pft, who wouldn't?

After coming into the student lounge, he scoped a spot that wasn't too crowded, since there was rarely a spot that was empty of people. Rowan didn't mind people of course, but sometimes he just needed a break from his own whoring around. I know, I know, Rowan not whoring around, crazy stuff. But seeing as how things were a little dark lately with his cousin's death anniversary having passed just over a month ago and Beatrice being a little distant, that was why he had been working out in the first place. To let go of all of the stress that had been building up over time.

He found something that was a little more on the secluded side of things and sat down in a chair just across from another girl. He offered her a smile before turning his eyes to the television that was turned to Vh-1. At least it wasn't fucking Disney Channel or some shit, he didn't take well to that stuff. Either way, he focused on the television for a moment and then found that he was bored of it. ADHD definitely. "Man, this show, so much drama that can't possibly be real. Don't you think that they totally over do it on these things?"

[Olivia Baker]

Olivia sat in the lounge with her notebook out, rewriting her notes from class that day. She always had to rewrite her notes, they were too messy the first time and she didn't really find herself absorbing the information because she was too busy trying to keep up with what the teacher was saying. Usually she'd do this in her dorm because explaining what she was doing often encouraged uncomfortable stares. Who rewrote their notes? Only her she found out. But today her dorm was unavailable as one of her roommates had decided to take a nap and she felt bad turning on the light to disturb her. 

On the TV played VH1, that show about Kim Kardashian or whatever, she wasn't really paying attention, she just left it alone from the last person who was there. She found that noise was sometimes helpful, it forced her to concentrate harder on her studies weirdly enough. 

She hardly looked up when someone took up residency in the seat across from her, a boy, offering a smile, she'd seen him before but didn't know him, not really. It was a small enough school to recognize everyones face though. So she smiled back and went back to her notes, until he started to talk.

"Man, this show, so much drama that can't possibly be real. Don't you think that they totally over do it on these things?"

"Mmhmm" She said finishing her sentence before looking up again. "Yeah I think they plan it all. There's no way any of that's real... if it was they'd document their personal trainers and chefs better." She said though didn't know if he'd get what she meant. It just always bothered her that celebrities who clearly didn't cook or clean or do anything for themselves never got that part documented. "It's all fixed." She confirmed though before going back to her notebook hoping that maybe that'd be the end of the conversation. It wasn't that she wasn't friendly, but rather she was finding this chapter difficult, something that NEVER happened before. She didn't normally struggle, she had a perfect GPA and didn't plan on that changing. She had to focus. 

[Rowan Booker]

Well hey, at least she wasn't one of those nerdy types that had a stick shoved way up their ass. She actually smiled back. Rowan took that as a good sign and that was when he figured it had to be safe to talk to her. If she hadn't smiled back, he probably still would have talked to her just to annoy her because that's just how peachy he was. Rowan enjoyed getting under people's skin when they clearly had a problem with him before actually getting to know him. Not that he was the greatest person with the best rep when you did get to know him, but at least give him a fighting chance so that he can make it clear as to why he's a total dickhead.

Maybe he'd give this one a break though. Hot as she was, he didn't know what type she was.

Her answer had him nodding along, "Right. I mean if anyone should be given screen time, it should be the chefs and trainers. They do some real work on those fakes." Rowan definitely appreciated the work that personal trainers put into people. It had always made him curious about if he could manage to train someone in their physical health. Then again, his best advice would be to have a lot of sex because it burned a hell of a lot of calories. Hello, six pack abs right here. Then again, that was probably not what they wanted to hear. Besides, if they were fat and disgusting, how were they going to find anyone to have sex with them. At least, as far as Rowan was concerned, no one willingly had sex with someone that disgusted them.

Her nose went back to that notebook of hers and he wondered what exactly she was doing. The only time he ever wrote so much in a notebook was when he was trying to keep track of the people he'd slept with and their names. One day he would figure out just how many people he had slept with. It wasn't a matter of knowing who he had and who he hadn't because he could easily point at a person and figure out if he had sex with them or not. It was knowing just how many people that he could say yes about.

This girl was a definite no, though he wouldn't mind making it a yes. "Sorry to keep bugging you, but what exactly are you writing so quickly in that notebook of yours. Not that it's my business, but you've sparked my curiosity." The curiosity in his pants maybe.

[Olivia Baker]

"Right. I mean if anyone should be given screen time, it should be the chefs and trainers. They do some real work on those fakes."

Olivia gave a modest laugh and nodded in agreement. It was nice to see someone else share the same opinion. If there was one thing Olivia wasn't in tune with it was definitely mainstream pop culture. Her interests laid more in an alternative, if not nerdy culture. She way preferred BBC shows, and under appreciated actors who had real talent to the Hollywood hacks that were thrown so hard into people's faces. Then it was also insulting that these people had trainers and chefs who made them perfect and then went to say that they were the ideal normal people should strive to be, ridiculous. 

"Sorry to keep bugging you, but what exactly are you writing so quickly in that notebook of yours. Not that it's my business, but you've sparked my curiosity." 

When he asked that she felt her stomach turn. He was no doubt going to make fun of her or think she was weird... But she knew how these things worked, if she lied and said it was something else there'd be more questions and then it'd just turn into some weird thing that it wasn't. So instead she'd just say it so nonchalantly that maybe it wouldn't be weird. 

"Rewriting my notes from class earlier. I have serial killer handwriting." That was not a funny joke. Crap. Maybe she could. She concentrated hard for a moment and time went back about 20 seconds. The same words came out of her mouth again though" Rewriting my notes from class earlier. I have serial killer handwriting." Great, now he'd just think he had deja vu or something. She had to work on that. 

[Rowan Booker]

This girl, calm as she looked, Rowan knew the type. And he was only proved right when she said what she was writing. Or rather, re-writing. He'd known of nerds, plenty of them and ya know, some nerds could be hot as hell when given the chance to be. Part of him wondered if she as one of those quiet in public, screamer in the bedroom types. She definitely looked like a bit of a screamer. Or maybe she as silent in bed. Hm, he'd like to find out soon enough. It was a delicate situation to handle though because some of these nerdy girls were so self-involved that they were too good for having flings with random attractive guys. They wanted to be self-sufficient and at the thought, Rowan could only roll his eyes. Sex didn't make anyone incapable of being successful. If anything it fed into success because it was a good stress reliever.

His mind got momentarily jumbled all of a sudden and when she said it again, he totally felt like he'd just heard her say that. Oh well, his thoughts were no different. Nerdy girl in need of some serious non-committal sex. Delicate situation. Very, very delicate. Hmm, how to proceed. Rowan was trying to get a good read on her, but found that she could really go either way.

"Serial killer handwriting, I've heard of that. I hear it's extremely deadly if in the wrong hands," He offered her a smile at his joke. Light-hearted teasing was usually a turn on for people, maybe that was his best bet. Or maybe she'd take it offensively because he was making fun of her. Girls could be so sensitive sometimes. Again, he wanted to roll his eyes, but refrained. This was why he liked guys too. Granted, some of them were no better, but there were couple that were more than capable of offering a good time and some serious satisfaction.

[Olivia Baker]

Liv watched Rowan not able to get a read on him. Granted, she was very bad at reading people in general, especially guys, especially lately. 

"Serial killer handwriting, I've heard of that. I hear it's extremely deadly if in the wrong hands," 

"Oh yeah." She said laughing, "And i'm the worst. Watch out." She winked, closing her book. She had accepted that with Rowan here, she wasn't likely to get much more progress down. Which was alright since she didn't have the class again for several days anyway. She got up from the chair and smoothed out her skirt. SHe'd been wearing a lot of them lately, which was weird for her. She had always been such a jeans and t-shirt kind of girl until lately. Perhaps it was her fascination with Gwen Stacy's wardrobe in that awful Spider Man wardrobe. Today her outfit was much like that, grey skirt, burgundy v-neck, socks that came up over her knees and boots. Her hair was in her standard waterfall curls, coming over her right shoulder. 

She headed over to the vending machine. "Want anything? I've got an extra buck." She said as she got herself a coke. "Though you'll have to give me something in return." She winked. She didn't know what that'd be but was but she was interested in what Rowan had to say. How creative he'd get and how much he'd play with her since they'd already opened the serial killer sandbox. 

[Rowan Booker]

Olivia shouldn't take it too personally, it wasn't just her that had trouble reading Rowan. It was everyone that knew him. His own cousin didn't know everything, and with good reason. He didn't like his business known and he didn't like being read by people. No one could fully understand someone else, not completely. His goal was to make people believe that he could be read. That he was an open book so that they'd stop digging for information.

He was pulled back from his own thoughts by her laugh and was pleasantly surprised that she seemed to take his joke the way it was meant to be taken. And she was running with it. He smirked when she winked at him and closed her book. Which meant that she was all his for as long as he could keep her interested. And boy did he plan to. Just looking at those lips and her...assets. Well, could anyone really blame him? When she stood up, his eyes slid over her body very briefly, appreciating her choice in clothing. It had the same effect as that of a Catholic schoolgirl outfit that every guy that was so perfect.

She turned back to him and he looked back up at her face, momentarily distracted by her backside. "In return eh?" He smirked and stood up. Well, if that wasn't an invitation to keep going then he didn't know what was. He followed her over to the vending machine, careful to keep himself in check. At least for now. "So what do you plan on getting?" He asked in a low, silky voice. Rowan was in full swing now, and there was no stopping once he started.

[Olivia Baker]

"Oh, I don't know." She responded as she bent down to grab the diet coke. And she really didn't. She was a novice at this game called flirting and didn't have a clue what was too much and what was too little. She welcomed the distraction though. She needed it what with Tristan coming into town and a visit from her parents that was undoubtably coming up. She hadn't heard from them in over a week, or her grandmother for that matter. 

She looked at the boy in front of her, leaning against the vending machine, playing the game she had no idea how to play. But she wanted it, and she wanted to continue if only to actually feel something. To feel wanted and pretty and worth it for even a few minutes. She longed for that. She'd never had it. She was so used to being friend zoned, too innocent, too smart, too geeky, she was sick of being that girl and was ready for something new.

"What'll it be?" She asked, the question meaning two things, his beverage choice as well as what he thought she deserved in return.