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"Damn, that obvious?" He chuckled softly, running a hand through his hair hesitantly. He'd been hoping his charade hadn't been so transparent, but evidently it had been exactly that. "You're really good," Chase added, as the intuitive blonde introduced herself. The tall male nodded as he listened to her speak, casually looking her over as she did. He was fairly certain he'd only seen her from behind, (he tended to find seats in the back of every class), and this view was much preferable. "Well, it's nice to meet you Dixie, regardless of the circumstances," He winked, picking at the cheese on his own slice. She had a cute, reserved smile; a smile that didn't make him feel unwelcome, so he remained glued across from her. "Moving between jobs? Whatcha doing now? Wait, let me guess, modeling, right?" Chase flirted, slipping a coy smirk onto his lips.

"That's pretty cool too." Chase admitted. "What was your old job?" He hadn't ever been to a singing diner, but he imagined it was better than sweeping stale french fries at a greasy fast food place, and apparently there was something better than that. "I could've sworn I was getting the model vibe from you." She definitely had the right body for anything-though, to be fair, Chase wasn't an expert on anything like that. He was just a teenage boy with an eye for pretty girls, and she fit that bill. He sighed melodramatically when she asked what had got him in trouble, and leaned his chin onto an elbow. "Being too handsome," He replied smugly, with a lazy grin. "It was distracting some of the other students, so the teacher asked me to tone it down a notch, you know, for their sake." He finished, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

"It's the price I pay for being beautiful," He shrugged it off, playfully. He was joking, of course. Chase wasn't much of a distraction, personally. His friends were the guys who would hoot and holler in class, so he usually got automatically grouped with them, even though he would just sit and shake his head. It was hard being the smartest in a group of idiots. But still, it was easier playing this card than owning up to being lazy and just not having completed his homework for the past month. "You must get plenty of that yourself," Chase quipped, letting his gaze drift down over the pretty girl slowly.

"That's a shame," Chase teased, with a smile. "You should get out more," He encouraged grandly, his own food forgotten in the moment. "That way people like me don't have to accidentally stumble onto you during lunch and realize what we've been missing." He finished with a quirked brow and a deep smile, showing the crater dimples in his cheeks. As she completed eating her pizza, Chase feigned a small pout. "I guess this is goodbye then, eh Dixie?" He moped, sadly.

"Then you should come hang with me," Chase offered causally, before knitting his brows together. The Shark Tank? Chase narrowed his eyes slightly. "That's the dumb blog that all the girls are raving about, right?" Chase asked, completely oblivious that his own name had graced the gossip rag at one point. He had better things to do than check out the latest rumors, even if they were all collected in one place. (or maybe worse things, seeing as he never did anything constructive with his spare time) "Sweet," Chase grinned. "So you'll stay and talk to me?"

"I'm sure whatever they said was just a bunch of bullshit," He reassured her, laughing it off. If it was anything like the other rumors he'd heard, it was something dumb like 'Dixie has cooties'. "I mean, I've never gone on there-waste of time, y'know? But yeah, they're just fishing for attention," Chase made a bored face, lifting his shoulders again, to both the idiocy of the Shark Tank business and her question. "We could hang out in my dorm?" He suggested lightly, with a cheeky grin.

notes;; idek where high school kids hang out omg i'm so sorry
also sorry for taking so long xoxo <3

Chase froze, the smile on his face glued in place while she spoke. As she finished, he nodded. Aiight. A kid wasn't so bad. At least she didn't have cooties, or whatever the sexual disease of the week was around here, and that was really the only thing that would've stopped him. "Does that mean you can't have a little fun?" He teased, relaxing back into his natural state.

"That's cool," Chase accepted it; it was very cool of her to give him a heads-up of sorts. It wasn't something most people liked to find out after they tried to get involved with someone-not that he was wanted to be involved with Dixie-I mean-well, um-He cut off his thoughts, standing up and discarding what was left of his lunch. He didn't have the stomach for greasy pizza today. "My roommate has class, so my room's empty. We could hang around and get to know each other better," It wasn't meant to be said so flirtatiously, but Chase had already winked before he realized what he was doing.

Chase cozied up against the blonde, putting a hand at the small of her back to guide her as they walked back to his dorm room. He was really glad his roommate actually went to classes more frequently than he did, so he could take advantage of moments like these without much worry. He fitted his key (or is it all electronic? it's prolly a card) into the slot and opened his door, pushing it open and holding it for Dixie to follow. "There's a chair by the desk, but believe me, the bed is much more comfortable,"