Prize (2)

Sam shook himself out of his reverie and concentrated on the tips Draven was giving him. It wasn't everyday he would get to learn from such a huge star in the industry.

Draven got out of his chair and walked towards Sam, towering over him, even though Sam was around 6 ft tall.

"Okay, now that you've got the expressions down, I'll tell you about the stances that go with these expressions."

Draven would demonstrated for Sam and described it before telling Sam to copy it. He would occasionally adjust Sam's shoulders and head position.

"Of course these positions can change with the different lighting..."

They discussed the positions for a little while before they both relaxed in their chairs and began to chat about simple things.

"Jupiter, what do you do to stay fit?"

"I like to swim and jog, so working out doesn't seem as bad."

"I think I'll try to find a sport I like. Working out in the gym is boring."

"Draven, what do you like to do in your free time?"

Draven pursed his handsome lips--wait how are lips handsome-- and thought for a moment before responding. "I don't really do much in my free time. Sometimes I read. Occasionally, I hangout with my friends. I feel like I have too much free time. What about you?"

"I usually just read, watch videos, or play games. Sometimes, I go and swim."

"Do you have any siblings?"

"Yes, I do her name is Venus, but she goes by Annie. People say their younger siblings are annoying, but Annie is not. She's cute and younger than me by four years. Absolute angel that I don't want to grow up. What about you?"

"I have one younger brother that I don't talk to. His name is Aiken, and sometimes I feel like he is the most annoying thing to exist on this planet."

"Why?"

"He's a snobby second gen rich kid who sees the world through rose colored glasses. If I wasn't as good as I am in social skills, he would have been killed off or abandoned. The worst part is that he doesn't even seem to recognize all of my efforts and yells at me for butting in to save his snobbish, foolish ass."

"That remind me of my half brother. He's tha same age as me from an affair and is also a snobby second gen rich kid."

"Maybe the problem is just with brothers and not sisters."

"Yup. And I think ours are extreme cases." Sam smiled a little. Draven's gaze lingered a little bit too long on the unknowing Sam's lips.

They continued to talk to each other for a little bit before it got late and Sam had to leave.

"It was nice talking to you. Hopefully we meet again." Sam grinned widely before rushing away to go to his dorm room.

"Bye. We c-" Draven was about to offer exchanging contact information, but stopped when the door closed. He stood up from his chair and paced, rubbing his eyes and sighing.

"Just what was that? What is with his smile?"

His actions and inner musings stopped when his secretary knocked on his door.

"Mr. Lars, Mr. Clare Devoine is waiting for you in the waiting area."

Draven's face made a 180. It turned cruel, a little bit of cruelness and anger in his eyes. "Let him wait. He's pissed me off. Tell him he won't get an offer until he grovels and my mood improves."

"Yes sir." The secretary quickly went off to go and tell the CEO that was waiting in the waiting area, used to her boss being domineering to people high up in society.

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The next day, Sam woke up and freshened up before packing up. His roommates woke up a little bit later before also packing. Since their ranks had changed, they would all be getting their own rooms.

By lunch, they were all packed up and ready to move. They all promised to keep in touch before heading off to their new dorms.

A couple minutes later, Sam pushed his new dorm room door open while carrying his bags and boxes of things. He gasped in amazement when he saw the room. It was like a suite in a 5 star hotel.

The furniture was waxed and gleaming, couches plush, bedsheets freshly changed, big ceiling to floor glass doors that led to a porch that had a reclining chair and a coffee table. The bathroom was a full bath with both a bathtub and a shower. Sam set down his stuff and started to look around. There was a T.V. that came out of the foot of the bed and another one mounted on the wall infront of the couch.

Sam even found a note on the desk. "If you want to request something like a dance floor, just give this number a call. 1-XXX-XXX-XXXX."