<div class="floatleft">(http://origincache-ash.fbcdn.net/928248_636543246434014_1836941014_a.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Benson "Bence" Marconi<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Red Ranger<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>October 1st, 8:45AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Central Fountain on Campus - Out<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone, Open<strong>Mention:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/><br/><strong>She meant you, dumbass.</strong><br/><br/>“Hey, fuck you, all right?” Bence returned with an arched brow.<br/><br/><em>Baby Gap, that one’s gonna stick for sure.</em><br/><br/>Bence scowled as Jacob went on to explain his situation.<br/><br/><em>All I know is, I woke up today and flat out ran from my dorm to class and didn’t break a sweat. I’m good, but I’m not that good. Before that I avoided a collision like the guy was standing still, and I swear I could have been texting movie times while doing it and still reacted better than him. Next thing I know, I hear about some kind of landing…maybe aliens, maybe not. I don’t know…I don’t believe in coincidences like that. Goes against everything I believe in.</em><br/><br/>And then he had to go trying to fit in with the bitch crowd,<strong>And I don’t know why you’re sitting there smiling! You’re the guy about to pop out of his clothes! Someone lend Atlas over here a two-X, please?</strong><br/><br/>Bence stood up from the fountain then, annoyed by everyone’s comments about the obvious.<br/><br/><em>All right; bitches and bastards, the clothes thing is overdone. It’s fuckin’ burnt. So can we get off it? I didn’t wake up this mornin’ and decide I’m gonna wear tiny clothes and walk around campus with my ass nearly hangin’ out my pants. These are the only clothes I got. Yesterday I fit them just fine. Today, I don’t get it. It’s lika’ massive growth spurt overnight. I don’t even do that protein shit or none ov’ that pre-workout. I don’t know what the fuck happened last night or what coulda’ caused this. I’ve never heard of a drug that does this shit. Definitely not anythin’ that coulda’ been slipped into my drink.</em><br/><br/><strong>Is there a range for this thought thing? I guess, huh? Otherwise, I would have probably heard some awful stuff this morning while you boys were waking up.</strong><br/><br/>“Oh, yes, you just missed my mornin’ wank. How’d you know?” Bence replied facetiously.<br/><br/><strong>I’m tossing my phone number up. Grab it and reach out so I have yours, too.</strong><br/><br/>Hot babe offering up her phone number for free with no catch…it seemed too good to be true. Bence didn’t immediately whip out his phone to hastily collect Kara’s number. Instead, he merely memorized it after staring at it long enough and would enter it into his phone some time later. He didn’t want to look creepy or desperate, and it took everything in his power to keep his mind blank. Scoring a girl’s number would normally call for silent celebration.<br/><br/><em>Apologies. I am thinking this will take some time. Maybe we can buy Baby Gap some new clothing at the gym store. Bit of university pride.</em><br/><br/>“Hey, I don’t need your fuckin’ charity. I can buy my own clothes,” Bence growled.<br/><br/><em>Oh, you have got to be fucking shitting me…</em><br/><br/>Bence’s attention went to some pale, curly-haired kid who was staring at them all as though they were crazy. Yep, it had to be another telepath, and Bence couldn’t quite take anymore strangers showing up.<br/><br/>“All right; I’m outta here,” he declared before he started back to his dorm room. He wanted to pretend this day didn’t even happen. He wanted for everything to just fade away. Maybe he needed a nap? After a nap, he was bound to feel better. He didn’t think that Isabella would have actually went out of her way to buy him clothes, having already developed a stuck-up impression of her.