.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅ aftermath consequences of the fight that broke between burak and kerem were definite. the lab was utterly destroyed, not to mention, wrecked after the group came to 'help'.

this time it was bad, no longer like the other times where someone could save you all from getting expelled. burcu asked kemal to set off the fire alarm, to set back the voting, at least. you talked to her, you had no choice but to tell your parents about the matter, for now.

kerem had done exactly that, and as usual, his dad couldn't stop making remarks about him and accusing him of carelessness because 'his dad had all the money' to save him. but kerem refused any help.

you lived near the basketball court, you hung around there sometimes, and other times you'd play, because you were on the school team. and tonight you really needed a distraction from your parents' crashout at you about the news. with an aching heart, you made your way to the court with your ball in hand and hood over your head.

you walked through the grille gate, letting your bag and ball down to fix your clothes, before flinching a bit as you noticed a figure sitting on the stairs nearby. quickly after letting out a sigh of relief after you made it out to be kerem. he turned at the sound of your basketball bouncing on the ground, giving you a confused look but not saying anything nontheless. heading over to him, you sat down right next, elbows on your knees as you looked at him.

"guessing it didn't go well for you either," it came out as more of a statement than a question, considering he noticed your tired out expression, just like his.