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First Impressions
May. 6th, 2016 10:54 pmWinslow was a great school. Joey was happy to be going there, happier still that his mom finally shut the hell up about him enrolling there, that she (at least temporarily) stopped trying to run his life anymore than she already had.
Not going by Joey Matthews, certainly not Joey Carroll (hahaha, but that would have been funny to tell people who would still think back to the serial killer who worked there years and years ago.) No, he went by Joey, which wasn't the first name witness protection had made him go by, instead opting to keep at least the last name they bestowed him. Growing up meant he could do what he wanted, and it wasn't like he had secret service watching after him like the president's kids did. If he wanted to go by his actual first name, that was exactly what he would do.
His second year at school, life was actually pretty good. No dorm room anymore (privacy was kind of a thing he liked), he stayed in an apartment by himself. He happened to be a very good student too, cherishing the classes he took instead of being a loser and acting like so many other kids his age.
One day, a few weeks after classes picked back up in the fall, he decided to try to catch a girl in his literature class with a chat. Call him strange, there was something he'd noticed in her eyes from afar that he was interested in. So, once the professor was done that day, he scooped up his stuff into his bag and headed over to where she was gathering up her things too.
"Hey, so, uh Melville huh?" How smooth was he? Laughing a little at himself, lips pressing together, a tiny clicking sound came from his mouth and he added with a smile, "Well that was lame. I wanted to say hi. I'm Joey."
Not going by Joey Matthews, certainly not Joey Carroll (hahaha, but that would have been funny to tell people who would still think back to the serial killer who worked there years and years ago.) No, he went by Joey, which wasn't the first name witness protection had made him go by, instead opting to keep at least the last name they bestowed him. Growing up meant he could do what he wanted, and it wasn't like he had secret service watching after him like the president's kids did. If he wanted to go by his actual first name, that was exactly what he would do.
His second year at school, life was actually pretty good. No dorm room anymore (privacy was kind of a thing he liked), he stayed in an apartment by himself. He happened to be a very good student too, cherishing the classes he took instead of being a loser and acting like so many other kids his age.
One day, a few weeks after classes picked back up in the fall, he decided to try to catch a girl in his literature class with a chat. Call him strange, there was something he'd noticed in her eyes from afar that he was interested in. So, once the professor was done that day, he scooped up his stuff into his bag and headed over to where she was gathering up her things too.
"Hey, so, uh Melville huh?" How smooth was he? Laughing a little at himself, lips pressing together, a tiny clicking sound came from his mouth and he added with a smile, "Well that was lame. I wanted to say hi. I'm Joey."
