Thread:ElderCrowbot/@comment-34380205-20171127003646

(Abernathy rip)

Emmet sighed as he sat down at the table Atari and Jay had chosen. “How you two doing?”

“Not terrible,” Jay replied. “Atari got detention for a bout of Spanish cursing, but—“

“Hey, I didn’t know that Lopez knew those words,” Atari protested. Emmet chuckled, but his smile faded when he saw Abe and Gene at another table. They looked at him, nudged each other, and started talking in low voices.

“You know them?” Jay murmured, following his gaze.

“Yeah,” Emmet replied with frown. “Casey’s followers. Shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Problem?” Jay asked. “Emmet, what—“

“Forget I said anything,” Emmet shook his head. “What’s your next class?”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:'HelveticaNeue';color:#39424d;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Jay pulled out her schedule. “English,” she said. “And then lastly I get to tackle the monster of gym class.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:'HelveticaNeue';color:#39424d;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Her voice faltered at the words, and she started chewing on the inside of her lip.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:'HelveticaNeue';color:#39424d;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Oh,” Atari said, seeming at a loss for words. “I thought….I thought you didn’t have to take that class.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:'HelveticaNeue';color:#39424d;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“It was the only class with openings,” Jay replied, folding up her schedule. She rested her elbows on the table. “I’ll be fine. I’ll change between classes,” A small smile crept across her face. “You didn’t think I was without a plan, did you?”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:'HelveticaNeue';color:#39424d;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Well...” Atari shrugged. “You can never be too careful.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:'HelveticaNeue';color:#39424d;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The bell rang, and Jay stood up and smoothed out her skirt. Emmet leapt to his feet. “Coincidentally, I’ve got English and gym next too, so I’ll show you where the classes are.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:'HelveticaNeue';color:#39424d;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Lead the way,” Jay replied, punching him in the arm lightly. <ac_metadata title="Update for FC"> </ac_metadata>