Fic: Illicit (2/?, Multi Pairing, R)
Title: Illicit
Author: Kori
Disclaimer: Not mine
Rating: R
Spoilers: None, 'tis A/U
Characters/Pairing: Trish, A.J Styles in this part
Prompt: Last minute ;; My Table
Summary: She knew that freshman year wasn't going to be easy, she just didn't think it would ever be this complicated...
Notes: First things first, check the story guide for ongoing notes. Modified names being used
Previously: Tags
Trish had never been more relieved to be an athlete as she practically sprinted across the campus in her haste to reach the Medill School of Journalism. The blonde teen had hoped that she would have more time after cheerleading practice, but now she was really cutting it close. Trish had decided to stay on with cheerleading and only play intramural volleyball instead of on the varsity team. Cheerleading, as Madison had told her with a megawatt smile, was a full time sport and required her absolute attention.
Trish decided that cheerleading would be more than enough, especially with it being her freshman year on campus.
Briefly, she wondered if she would still have time for dating, her face brightening a little at the thought of A.J. He wasn’t like any of the boys she’d dated before, and maybe that was why she was drawn to him. A.J was eccentric and also a journalism major but where she was minoring in International Studies, he was minoring in Psychology.
He’d promised to look for her at orientation today, Trish skeptical about that, but pleasantly surprised when the brunette male pushed off from the column he was leaning against.
“Hey,” Trish greeted casually, “you weren’t waiting for me, were you?”
“Nah,” A.J replied, “I was just supporting the column so it wouldn’t fall over.”
Trish rolled her eyes, the pair walking into the building and following the signs and crowd towards the lecture hall where orientation was being held. Although on the welcome letter it had said that orientation was optional, it seemed as if all of the freshmen students were there.
They were greeted at the doors by students, presumably upperclassmen in the journalism program, thick packets of paper thrust into their hands with a smile.
On the top of the stack was a white sheet with big bold print that read Medill School of Journalism Student Handbook. A capital N and W were also on the sheet, though faded so it was made to be a part of the background of the paper. From there the incoming students found seats, a group of teachers standing near the podium that was situated on the floor of the lecture hall.
“Welcome Wildcats to Freshman Orientation,” A.J read the writing on the dry erase board. “Good to know that we’re in the right place…” And after setting down the stack of papers on the desk, he added, “and I guess they aren’t trying to go green.”
“Guess not,” Trish agreed, the two seated somewhere in the middle of the lecture hall. “I wonder who’s who,” she said, nodding towards the professors. “I know there’s a lot of faculty but…”
A.J half shrugged, “we’ll find out,” and then he arched an eyebrow at her, “you got plans after this?”
Trish shook her head, “not really.”
“How about me, you and a movie?” He half grinned, “And I’ll pay.”
“Are you asking me out on a date?”
“Depends on if you’re going to say yes.”
Trish grinned, “Then I’m saying yes.”
A.J opened his mouth to say something when the doors to the lecture hall closed, a red haired woman, clearing her throat.
“Welcome to orientation for the Medill School of Journalism, I’m Professor Dumas and you can call me Professor Dumas.” She held up a black three-ring binder, “I would recommend that you buy one of these for your student handbook. Treasure that handbook for it is your bible in the school of journalism.”
“You all are here because you have decided that journalism is in your future, and I’ll be the first to tell you that you’re in the right place. Our program is tough but it’s highly rewarding. Throughout the course of this orientation you’ll be introduced to the program, your core group of courses, extracurricular opportunities and several key faculty members, all of whom are tied to student run clubs. It would be in your best interest to join one or more of these clubs depending on your focus and time.”
As Professor Dumas continued to speak, Trish let her eyes wander a little; alternately she watched students and then the professors standing on the floor. Her gaze managed to catch that of Professor Copeland, Trish unable to break the once casual glance.
Author: Kori
Disclaimer: Not mine
Rating: R
Spoilers: None, 'tis A/U
Characters/Pairing: Trish, A.J Styles in this part
Prompt: Last minute ;; My Table
Summary: She knew that freshman year wasn't going to be easy, she just didn't think it would ever be this complicated...
Notes: First things first, check the story guide for ongoing notes. Modified names being used
Previously: Tags
Trish had never been more relieved to be an athlete as she practically sprinted across the campus in her haste to reach the Medill School of Journalism. The blonde teen had hoped that she would have more time after cheerleading practice, but now she was really cutting it close. Trish had decided to stay on with cheerleading and only play intramural volleyball instead of on the varsity team. Cheerleading, as Madison had told her with a megawatt smile, was a full time sport and required her absolute attention.
Trish decided that cheerleading would be more than enough, especially with it being her freshman year on campus.
Briefly, she wondered if she would still have time for dating, her face brightening a little at the thought of A.J. He wasn’t like any of the boys she’d dated before, and maybe that was why she was drawn to him. A.J was eccentric and also a journalism major but where she was minoring in International Studies, he was minoring in Psychology.
He’d promised to look for her at orientation today, Trish skeptical about that, but pleasantly surprised when the brunette male pushed off from the column he was leaning against.
“Hey,” Trish greeted casually, “you weren’t waiting for me, were you?”
“Nah,” A.J replied, “I was just supporting the column so it wouldn’t fall over.”
Trish rolled her eyes, the pair walking into the building and following the signs and crowd towards the lecture hall where orientation was being held. Although on the welcome letter it had said that orientation was optional, it seemed as if all of the freshmen students were there.
They were greeted at the doors by students, presumably upperclassmen in the journalism program, thick packets of paper thrust into their hands with a smile.
On the top of the stack was a white sheet with big bold print that read Medill School of Journalism Student Handbook. A capital N and W were also on the sheet, though faded so it was made to be a part of the background of the paper. From there the incoming students found seats, a group of teachers standing near the podium that was situated on the floor of the lecture hall.
“Welcome Wildcats to Freshman Orientation,” A.J read the writing on the dry erase board. “Good to know that we’re in the right place…” And after setting down the stack of papers on the desk, he added, “and I guess they aren’t trying to go green.”
“Guess not,” Trish agreed, the two seated somewhere in the middle of the lecture hall. “I wonder who’s who,” she said, nodding towards the professors. “I know there’s a lot of faculty but…”
A.J half shrugged, “we’ll find out,” and then he arched an eyebrow at her, “you got plans after this?”
Trish shook her head, “not really.”
“How about me, you and a movie?” He half grinned, “And I’ll pay.”
“Are you asking me out on a date?”
“Depends on if you’re going to say yes.”
Trish grinned, “Then I’m saying yes.”
A.J opened his mouth to say something when the doors to the lecture hall closed, a red haired woman, clearing her throat.
“Welcome to orientation for the Medill School of Journalism, I’m Professor Dumas and you can call me Professor Dumas.” She held up a black three-ring binder, “I would recommend that you buy one of these for your student handbook. Treasure that handbook for it is your bible in the school of journalism.”
“You all are here because you have decided that journalism is in your future, and I’ll be the first to tell you that you’re in the right place. Our program is tough but it’s highly rewarding. Throughout the course of this orientation you’ll be introduced to the program, your core group of courses, extracurricular opportunities and several key faculty members, all of whom are tied to student run clubs. It would be in your best interest to join one or more of these clubs depending on your focus and time.”
As Professor Dumas continued to speak, Trish let her eyes wander a little; alternately she watched students and then the professors standing on the floor. Her gaze managed to catch that of Professor Copeland, Trish unable to break the once casual glance.