He sat in the music room, having been brought in by Cubbie trying to get him to do something that WASN'T staring at his phone. He found it pointless; he was anti-social and could just listen to music on his phone. Mr. Demi, the(very truamatized) music teacher, was out of the room right now, so it was mostly empty.

"...Can I go?"

Cubbie: "...No."