Close calls, and too many of them. After two corners turned, a bathroom door opened, and a locker door closed, Nalin is starting to believe that Kyle might be able to teleport into startling proximity when he’s not paying attention. And yet, he always seems to be preoccupied—not that Nalin can complain. Strike that; Nalin can always complain. It all just seems suspicious and now paranoia is creeping back into its comfy Nalin-brain bed.
It doesn’t help that he is now accompanying this weirdo with a penchant for academic martyrdom to her predictably self-inflicted doom. Where, Nalin recalls with dread, their mutual tormentor would be waiting. Before they round the corner, Nalin’s resolve goes on an undeserved vacation, and he cuts short Lyric’s story about the mysterious goo she found sticking her homework pages together.
“Hey, uh, I just remembered that I left my history notebook in my locker—“
“Oh, did we have homework?”
Fuck. “No, but I wrote a reminder in there for another class, and I can’t remember what it was, just that I wrote one.” Less and less believable, ohgod she’s going to ask questions—
“You’re trying to avoid Kyle, aren’t you?”
“Oh no, you’ve discovered my motives. See you later!”
Fortunately for Nalin, Lyric can’t spare the time to chase after him. It’s always advised to be early for detention, as one never knows when a particularly strict moderator will be assigned. Always be prepared for the worst, which is to say, always be prepared for Ms. Powers, who is notoriously into discovering new and border-line legal methods of discipline. One foot out of line and she’ll have you dissecting it under a projector, with minimal anesthesia. Nalin never thought he’d show that much interest in Biology until he was too scared not to.
The detour takes him past the art room, where he spares himself a couple minutes to bail out his best friend.
hurp it’s late and i’m too lazy to continue this scene at present. more soon. maybe. probably. maybe.