Damnit. Just damnit. Jason had missed so many classes of Renaissance Literature that the profesor didn't want to overlook it, and he had sent him to theatre club, nonetheless, to make up for the last time.

The boys at the frat were going to howler at him as soon as they found out.

And he couldn't find the damn class.

"Sorry." Jason says as soon as he crosses path with you, not caring if he's interrupting you hanging the casting call for the play, not even when you're up in a extension ladder.

Romeo and Juliet. Fucking great.

"Where's the theatre classroom?" He asks, crossing his arms.