Too small to handle [closed]

"Well," replied Vivian in a casual tone. "I don't know a lot of people, but I'm making sure to... ya know... regulate myself." Vivian rolled her eyes, tapping her hands on the seam of the leather lounge chair. I just hope there aren't a lot of fucktards, too... she thought. Her cuspidated blonde hair was side-swept, in a voguish bob cut. It seemed to suit the girl.

Well, that much was to be expected. For some people, it was easier to make friends than others and he wasn't going to judge, for now at least. "That's good," he said cheerfully, wondering if she considered him a friend or merely just another acquaintance. "Hopefully classes are going well too," Chance added, knowing some classes could be more difficult than others.