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He considered her question for a moment; What, exactly, had he expected to gain from college? "I'm not sure I pictured it to be anything, really." He offered with a shrug. "It just... Is." His sister was the one actually enjoying it. He often felt like he was around for the ride, simply because he had nowhere else to go - and nothing else to do.
In that way, he envied his sisters. They'd seemingly known exactly what they wanted to do and while writing was a passion of is, studying it killed all the fun out of it.
Isaac could only imagine what their mother had said about Grace becoming a firefighter. Truly, he didn't see the big deal in it. Granted, it could be a potentially dangerous job, but crossing the streets could be dangerous too, so what was the point in fussing?
"As long as you're enjoying what you do, that's all that really matters." He offered with a simple shrug. He wouldn't have cared if she was a firefighter - or a prostitute. Though, the latter did sound like it'd offer more shocking stories around the dinner table when they all went home for the holidays.
A roll of his eyes was all Isaac bothered to offer at that; He knew very well that Carter, like many rich kids, didn't need to work. While Isaac didn't have the fortune Carter's family had, he was well off enough that he didn't have to either.
"Then that's even better of a reason to do something different." He offered. "Don't you get bored of doing the same thing over and over?" He'd never known the blonde to be one to settle for something so mundane, though, the bar was the better option, he'd admit, if one didn't have any plans to begin with.
"Pretty sure that if no one ever talked to strangers, they'd never make any friends." He countered with a small smile. She was awfully cynical for someone seemingly so young. Though, maybe it was less life being hard, and more her having a lot of anger. Though, at what, he couldn't read.
"Do you mind me talking to you?" He asked, curiosity tinting his blue eyes as he rocked back on his heels.
The silence seemed to stretch between the two, and once again, Isaac could see the cogwheels move about the young woman's mind. He supposed it wasn't such a weird thing, for someone to be taken aback when she clearly wasn't approached much. Though, for all he knew, she was the most damn popular girl at school. He looked around then and somehow doubted that to be true.
"Yeah." He said, nodding. "Though, I hate to admit that your name have escaped me." He offered a slight shrug at that. He supposed he was a little surprised she wasn't a stuttering mess. Most of the loners he came across seemed to be shy wallflowers. He was glad to find himself mistaken in his assumption.
He'd noticed her before: The way she seemed to always be alone, stuck in a bubble of deep thought. Few seemed to approach her, too, and the more he studied her, the less he understood why. He supposed it wasn't really his problem. He wasn't exactly the kind of guy who anyone would have as their first choice for friendship. And yet, he still moved over to her table and sat down.
Blue eyes studying her face: He could see her thoughts churning. He could see the cogwheels moving. There was a lot of things going on within those striking blue eyes. More than others noticed, it seemed.
"Hi." He offered, propping his elbows against the table and leaned forward. "What's up?"
She wasn't wrong, of course. Still, he couldn't quite hide his amusement. "You sound like mom." He quipped. He'd realized she'd become much easier to talk to now that he no longer was a child - and it helped that she'd moved closer, too.
Looking towards the sky, all he offered was a simple shrug. He had never been one to commit to anything, let alone the life of another living being. While the idea was tempting, that was all it was: A fleeting idea. One of many. All bred and formed from the heat of the moment.
She was probably right: He would be bored after a week.
"Funny guy." He drawled, propping his elbows up against the table of their seatings. Though, he wasn't sure which he'd feel more sorry for: Carter or his sister if the two ever actually met. While his sister carried a nature that most would call innocent, she was anything but.
"That leaves us at quite a disadvantage, doesn't it?" He mused, blue eyes turning towards the courtyard, where more and more students were flowing out of the school. Likely to enjoy the few moments of spring before their next class. "What are you doing for spring break?"
Who was he? There was a million ways he could have answered that single question. Instead, he opted for something simple: "Isaac." He said with a single-shoulder shrug. He didn't expect any bells to ring from his name alone. Either people knew who he was by a single glance - or they didn't. "And you? What's your name?"
A chuckle pressed past his lips and he leaned back against the wall of the bleachers, head tilting as he looked at her. "Do I need to want anything, other than just to talk to you?" Was she not used to people approaching her? While she surely was a force to be reckoned with, he could only see that as a reason for people to seek her out, not avoid her.
"You know." He started, looking up at the sky. "I've been thinking about getting a dog lately." He looked over to where his sister was standing, eyebrows raised. He'd yet to actually ask her why she'd come, though, he supposed it wasn't that hard to figure out.
He didn't know how she'd survived this long. At least he and Mina had gotten away early. Grace hadn't been quite as lucky. As a teenager, he'd always wondered if she resented them for leaving. For being mutants.
"We never had a dog growing up. I feel like we missed out."
Plumping down on the seat next to his friend, Isaac didn't waste his breath: "Roadtrip." He simply stated, eyebrows rising. "You, me." He gestured between the two, then turned his gaze towards the rest of the courtyard, head tilting as if he was considered. "Do you have any other friends?" He asked then. "'Cause I don't."
He did have friends, of course. Most of which he wouldn't bring on a roadtrip and he wasn't exactly going to make it easy on his other blonde counterpart by bringing his twin sister - though, she would hate him for leaving her out of it.
"And camping." He added, leaning back. "And not fancy-hotel-camping. Outdoor camping."
A hand came up to cover his heart. "You wound me." He shook his head faintly. The glances the other girls within ear shot, shot the girl wasn't lost on the blonde. He only offered them a brilliant smile, which seemed to confuse them. He turned his gaze back to the spitfire; She clearly wasn't very popular among her peers.
"You're still here. I take that as a win." He wasn't arrogant enough to think she'd stay for much longer, but he considered it a win nonetheless. Whether or not his charms - or his attempts to - worked, didn't really matter at this point. "But that's a fair trade. I won't give it back. I promise."
"That's quite a feat." He mused, with a dip to his head. He wondered if her jabs ever worked the way she intended them to. Perhaps she was too used to pushing people away to really care.
As she moved to make an attempt at cleaning her face, he took the moment to look her over: She was a petite thing, though that was hardly a challenge given his own height. She was far too small to carry such boldness on her shoulders. He grabbed the towel with ease as it was tossed his way, fingers digging into the dirty fabric. "A sentimental thing, aren't you."
Even he couldn't help the chuckle that pressed its way past his lips at the girl's bluntness. He had to give it to her: She was both brutal and had keen eyes. It did nothing to deter him, of course.
"You're right about that." He tossed the towel in her direction. "I am very pretty." He'd been right in his assumption, it seemed. Even now, after the game had ended, she still looked like she was ready to go on a murder spree. It was refreshing in a way, he supposed. Unlike most of the angry people he'd met, at least this one was honest about it.
It was the beginning of spring. That awkward in between snow and the promise of warmth that left the ground looking like murky water. Leaning against the bleachers, the blonde had to wonder if the high school teacher was punishing his students by deciding to have today's P.E session outside. In the mud, nonetheless.
A large group of teenagers, mostly college students, had gathered to watch the high school class playing dodge ball out on the field. He didn't have to worry about P.E after enrolling into college classes, but he'd had the same P.E teacher before he had. He remembered exactly how much of a hard ass he'd been.
As the class neared its end, the students on the field looked like they'd just survived a war. Mud everywhere and some even carried crazed looks. He didn't blame them, of course. He'd noticed one of them, though. One more than the rest: A rather pretty looking thing with eyes that promised violence. Perhaps that was just the mud, though, he wasn't sure.
And yet he couldn't help himself.
Holding out a clean towel for her, he offered her a loopsided grin. "What did you guys do to piss the teacher off this badly?"
