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Adena didn't care much for whoever knew she liked baseball. There weren't many people she spent time with at the school, but there was always one place to catch her, and that was the field.
She sort of hoped he wouldn't try to look for her, though.
Still, there was some fleeting part of a conversation here, and she'd given into that, so she couldn't get mad for being questioned.
"Cause I'm talking to you, doll." She replied pointedly, grinning immediately.
College? Adena outwardly laughed at the question. She wondered then if she looked like the college type, or maybe that was just a natural assumption in American culture.
When she settled, she dragged out a low hum, like she was genuinely considering whether she should be honest with him. It wasn't as if she'd been totally honest about her name.
Adena was still clearly a mess but she didn't seem to mind it. Hell, she wouldn't have bothered to clean her face off of it weren't for the fact that he seemed to want that piss-weak knight in shining armour effect.
"Considering I'm allowed to throw shit at uptight bitches for an hour and get credit for it, I'd say it's pretty decent." She replied, following despite knowing she probably should have started walking in the opposite direction.
To some extent, even Adena had to admit that he was funny. He had the skill to try and quip her just as quickly as she shot out at him. He didn't seem to care what anyone thought, even herself as she shot him down over and over again.
Did other people fawn over him? She didn't get it.
"Okay, fine." She replied finally, shrugging her shoulders; "But if you try to touch me, I'll snap your little twink arms off."
Adena immediately parted her lips to point out that yeah, it was a bad thing when people tried to be friends with her. Not for any particular reason, it was just that that wasn't ever what she was looking for. But he was prattling on about something else, and she was still standing there.
She looked down at his arm, then followed the line of it all the way back up to his face. Then she grinned.
"Why, so you can touch me like a deprived baby? That's weird."
Boom. Adena shook her non-expressive face to give him a grin instead. If nothing else, she liked it when someone admitted they were wrong; more when they told her she was right.
Rocking back a step, she her eyes didn't settle out of their curiosity just yet. Was he looking at her the same way? She couldn't really tell. She made a point of not getting this invested in anyone.
Adena eyed him curiously then. It was probably the first time she'd looked at him with anything other than a blank stare. Really, she was trying to size him up. She was pretty sure he wasn't looking for friends like, ever.
Rather than addressing his question, she kept her attention focused on his former statement. "Umm, isn't that wanting something?" She asked him with a small turn of her head.
Isaac? Nope, didn't ring a bell for Adena. But then, she wasn't one to pay attention to school gossip, else she might have known him just for his name.
"Claire." She replied, with a slight smile.
She knew he wasn't trying to trick her, but that he was probably just trying to drag this conversation out to prove a point. "Pretty sure no one ever talks to a stranger unless they want something." She pointed out, crossing her arms.
Hold up; was he trying to hit on her or something? Adena raised a messy hand and dragged it across the top of her head, reeling back to pull her ponytail a little tighter. That was weird if he was.
"Who are you anyway?" She had to ask. The way he acted made her think she was supposed to know his face. "What do you want from me? Aside from a towel covered in face sweat and dirt."
Adena disappeared into her room not long after their short conversation, intent to cut the talk and leave it as is. She was already reaching to turn her music all the way up when she heard a significant thump from the other room. Usually she was quick to ignore whatever her roommates did, but she pulled her door open and stuck her head out anyway. Immediate regrets.
She was bleeding, and she was generally just freaking out on the floor. "What the fuck..." She cut through the air, dragging her feet for a second longer before she rushed to her idiot roommate's side. She knew enough to know what not to do in a situation like this. Settling on the floor, she cradled her head in her hands, leaning over and watching the entire process unfold with little else she could do but keep her head safe.
"Not really, they're all a bit hideous." Adena pointed out, despite how girls wandered past her within earshot. She wasn't even looking at them anymore. She didn't need to to know she wasn't wrong.
"I thought you might be a sentimental girl, actually, cause you picked me out of all people." Clearly the myriad of dumb girls nearby would have fallen to pieces at the sight of his eyes on them. "And I'm probably never gonna talk to you again. So, like, enjoy the dirt. Just don't give it back to me when you're done with it."
When the towel was tossed in her direction, she had no choice but to catch it. Crisp material curled between her fingers, instantly stained by the matter on her hands.
"Sure are, doll. Like, you literally look like one; prettier than most of the girls out there, anyway."
Dragging the fabric across her face, she worked most of the mud off her skin as she spoke. When it was gone, smeared as it still was, she tossed it back to him out of curiosity. "You keep it. To remember me by."
Unlike most people, Adena absolutely lived for P.E. It was the one class where she could whip the shit out of her classmates and not get in trouble for being so brutally good at sports. She'd been mad about the fact that she purposefully wasn't allowed to be a team captain, and that was fine, because she was definitely the MVP. No one needed to tell her that.
Adena ended the class covered in mud and probably the only student willing to stay and keep going. But the class was over, and she jogged when her classmates slumped their way back towards the showers. When her steps slowed again, it was seconds before a towel was offered to her.
"What, you think that's torture?" She asked him quickly, then she eyed him up and down, "Pretty boy like you would."
Adena grinned easily at the response to her own humour. At least she didn't take it personally like most other people did. That would have warranted an eye roll and a quick exit forsure.
Eyebrows rose at the request for pain killers. Instinctively, she looked down at herself, seemingly worn down from running laps around the school this morning. "Do I look like I put shit like that in my body?" She asked her, finishing the thought with a quick laugh before she took steps towards her room.
Adena didn't know much about her current roommate and for the most part, she didn't mind about that. She kept to herself too, only talking to the people around her when she had to. And when she did, she was rarely ever positive or good.
She walked through the main door of their shared space, wide awake and heading back in from a morning run. Her attention was immediately to hit a shower before the rest of the day got going, but Gwin had come out of her hiding hole. She couldn't help herself.
"Morning, sweetheart. You're looking slightly less shit than usual." Adena pointed out, glancing at her with a broad smile, like those words were genuinely friendly and nice.
