Pssh, who pays attention when they walk? Not JT... (OPEN)

JT had ended up at courtyard as the scent of flowers waffled heavily through his nose. The Lycan walked along the path, staring idly at the flowers. They were beautiful if he had to say. Seeing well-cared for flowers always brought back the fondest memories of his mother. The memories of him actually loving his mother before their relationship turned sour when he got into drugs as a teenager.

His mother had perfect teeth and always wore a pastel sundress as she would ask for 8 year old Jeremy to grab the gardening hose and help her water the flowers they had lining their house when he was a kid. That was 21 years ago. It seems like just yesterday that he planted the oak tree they had in their front year with his mother. He wondered if it was a lot bigger than the size of a toddler now.

Biggest mistake as walking while going down memory lane. His knee bumbled into something hard and he was jolted out of his memories as he tripped into the water fountain.

“Oh shoot!” Hunter hissed as she felt something knock into her books she was carrying. As they feel from their tower in her arms, she just gave up trying to catch them and turned around to see the offender.

The moment she did, all anger and stress left her face and was replaced with slight sympathy. Leaving the clutter of books and pages, she approached the fountain and giggled lightly. Even though her eyes were completely white with nothing but a black slit -almost like a snake-, black curls pulled into a ponytail, glasses on her head, and wearing a loose black sweater and black skinny jeans, she wasn’t as friendly as she was giving off to be. This guy had just caught her on a relaxing day.

“Day dreaming lately?” she joked softly and held out a tattooed hand.