Lunch (OTA, poke a grumpy Beast!)
After wondering for the sixteenth time that day if it was possible to physically keel over and die from boredom, Adam's favorite part of the day came. Lunch. He staked out his usual spot at one of the tables in the large square that served as the cafeteria, all as open air as possible to take advantage of the California sunshine. Adam was fairly possessive of his territory and most everyone gave his table a wide berth, not wanting to piss off "the Beast." It was right on the edge, giving him a good position to see everything that went on without ever actually having to be in the middle of any drama.
He had what amounted to a small mountain of food in front of him, but it was practically guaranteed it would all disappear by the time the lunch period was over. As he chowed down on a slice of pizza, table manners never having had been his strong suite, he scanned the rest of his classmates filtering in. Their constant need for interaction sometimes baffled him. He liked being on his own way more than was probably healthy for the average teenage boy, but whatever. People watching provided him with all the necessary aspects of high school.
He had what amounted to a small mountain of food in front of him, but it was practically guaranteed it would all disappear by the time the lunch period was over. As he chowed down on a slice of pizza, table manners never having had been his strong suite, he scanned the rest of his classmates filtering in. Their constant need for interaction sometimes baffled him. He liked being on his own way more than was probably healthy for the average teenage boy, but whatever. People watching provided him with all the necessary aspects of high school.