Tags: #fedxspec #fedtator #columbiafederalist #columbiadailyspectator #enemiestolovers #slowburn #collegeau #columbiauniversity #newyorkcity #journalism
“Spec!” A familiar voice belonging to Bwog called out, halting Spec on their way to the first day of class. “How was winter break?”
“Oh, it was alright.” Spec replied.
“I wanted to ask you what’s been going on around campus lately, but I’m late for class.” Bwog sighed. “I’ll catch you later at John Jay, okay?”
Spec nodded. They were a top student mainly concerned with getting As and working toward a career in journalism. Sometimes, they wished that they weren’t so boring. A low, husky chuckle from behind them interrupted their thoughts.
“If it isn’t the Columbia Daily Spectator.”
The Columbia Federalist was standing there in a really cool biker getup. The Fed was popular at Columbia for throwing the hottest parties at their SoHo penthouse. Their father was Supreme Court Justice Neil Gorsuch, so their family was filthy rich and powerful. Also, they were just naturally cool and funny, no matter how hard Spec tried to imitate their satire.
“Have you been watching me, Federalist?” Spec snapped.
“Lighten up, Spec. I don’t think anyone cares about you that much. Where are you off to, anyway?”
“…Hamilton Hall for my Advanced Reporting Class,” Spec narrowed their eyes. “Why do you care?”
“Oh, no reason.” The Fed waved the other student publication off. “See you around campus, Spec.”
Rolling their eyes, Spec put on their headphones and made their way to Hamilton Hall. They were already a few minutes late, and they walked into the lecture hall to find Professor Roar-ee going over the syllabus. Spec shuffled to a creaky seat in the front row.
“Spec being late to a journalism class?” A voice to their right scoffed. “I find that hard to believe.”
They turned, only to find the Columbia Federalist sitting next to them.
“Ugh, what are you doing here?”
“I’m on the waitlist for this course.” The Fed said with a grin that weirdly made Spec’s heart flutter for some reason. “Are you going to drop so little ol’ me can take your spot?”
“I-In your dreams!” Spec sputtered, a light blush forming on their face.
“Excuse me, you two.” Professor Roar-ee cleared his throat. The entire class was staring at them. “If you have something to discuss with each other, please do so outside.”
Spec glared at the Fed, who only smirked in return. This was going to be a long semester.
A/N: hey guys hope u enjoyed my lil fedfic (haha get it, fanfic, fedfic) hehe XD! Tbh fedtator is my otp at columbia. Wish they were canon ;-; lmk if i should make a part 2 ^_^
~ fedtator4ever2005
