Vulgar language pervaded the once peaceful air of the hallways as you squeezed through the stampede of students. Keeping a tolerable distance between other people was hard as the mass of the crowd increased. Your disgruntled visage was not a surprise as practically everyone else did as well. This school was comparable to what students thought of hell.

At last, you found a fairly decent spot to get your binders and books out. Setting your bag down, your hand reached for the zipper, before a familiar voice greeted you from behind.

“Uh, hey, so what’s goin’ on?”

Crispin, of course. His grey eyes peered down at you, his hand instinctively rubbing the back of his head. His air-headed nature annoyed you a fair bit, although his constant presence these days got you used to it.

“So, uh, are you free this weekend?”

He asked, his tone awkward. His gaze shifted to your arms, which were elbow deep into your bag as you rummaged through it.

“Fuckin’ why?”

You asked in reply as your hands finally found your long-lost cig’ lighter. Shoving it into your pocket and tucking your stuffed binder under your arm, you swung your bag back onto your shoulder.

“eh..mm… I… just wanted to hang out?”

His visage scrunched up in a cringe as he instantly regretted his desperate approach. To his surprise, you agreed as you said,

“….I guess it’s better than smoking out the window.”