Making a Mark

Chris had been wandering aimlessly, as he had taken to doing since registering at SA, and had decided to pop into the Lounge. When he saw Ray he did a double take, noting how many guys were around him. He felt a twinge of something, either jealousy or brotherlyness, he couldn't quite place it. No smile adorned his face this time but he was unsure of whether or not he should make himself known.

Though the guys around her were all sitting or lounging around he figured that he could easily squish them. Deciding to say something he moved so that he was beside Ray, glaring at the guy nearest him who dared try and complain. "Hey Ray." there, short and simple,. He didn't think he could handle anything more than that.

Chris, against his better judgement, sat down casting a raised eyebrow to the exchange. On the outside he was perfectly calm but on the inside he was fuming just a teensy little bit. She had laughed awfully hard, did she really find it that funny? Or maybe she was messing with him. No, why would she do that?After Ray had taken off he had chased after her and brought her home, It had been one of the quietest rides of his life. She hadn't said a word about what happened to make her scream and take off like that but Scythe, who by consoling and such in the closet, had learned the truth and told Chris on the phone when he called to check up later that week.

Since then he had packed to come here and had taken a few days to fit in. But fit in he had, better than Scythe and with no crazy girlfriend to boot. He had seen Ray but it was always just a quick glimpse as she ran off to do whatever with the group that followed her around. No need to fume, they were just casual admirers. Right?

Now Chris was definitely confused. He excused himself without a word to the others, which probably didn't matter as they were breaking up into their own little groups anyway, and followed Ray to the door. He didn't say anything, nor move loudly to announce his presence. He wanted to think before he said anything.

But it looked like she was going to take off yet again and he wanted to talk. "Ehh, Ray?" Was she avoiding him? Was she uncomfortable around him? "Did I do something wrong?" Chris knew that they would have to find a way to stop being so uncomfortable if Adrian and Scythe continued to be friends. Especially since his mother was so prone to throwing parties and the like with the Mischeatos.

Alright, so she denied the accusation, he could live with that. "Well, it's just that you seem to be avoiding me." He rubbed the back of his head. Just what was going on here? Why did he even really care? He didn't. Okay, so why was he still standing here? And why was he talking to himself? This was weird beyond belief.

"I don't know really. Everytime I go to say hi or whatever you're gone." This was too weird for his liking and he slowly started to back away. "Sorry, I've got to be somewhere to do... something." Oh yeah, smooth.

Whoa there bucko! Did he just hear what he thought he heard? What he thought he heard was a rather shy boy, one he recognized from the group, asking Ray out and then taking her stunned surprise as acceptance. A part of him wanted to go back and bash the guys face in, but the smarter side of him decided just to keep on walking.

So he kept walking, cracking his knuckles to aleviate some tension. He managed to find the way back to his room and slammed the door shut, causing a disgruntled look from his roommate. He snarled at the guy who immediately shut up and turned back to his books before sitting on his bed in frustration. What the heck was he going to do?

[[TIMEWARP, whoosh and all that jazz]]

Chris, in the many hours before seven had gone from glaring angrily at the floor to glaring angrily at his roommate and eventually to pacing up and down the room angrily glaring at everything. Finally his roommate kicked him out, muttering something about him waring a pathway into the carpet. He didn't mind, the room was to small for him anyway. So he was in the hallways, now what?