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Strawberry Banana #17. Unwanted Attention with Chopped Nuts
Story : knights & necromancers ( High School AU)
Timeframe : Thursday
Word Count : 572
Rating : PG
Continuing with the out of order business, this is from the day before the one I posted the other day. And now we're getting into the more damning evidence that I feel a bit more nervous about my success in pulling off...
Thursday morning found Kairn picking his way past a pile of refuse spilled across the floor on his way to his locker. He gave the strap of his backpack a pull, hoisting the load higher up his shoulder, and stepped gingerly over a trig book and around a pool of colored pencils.
He stopped to stare for a moment at Sethan, who was bent nearly double, with his head and shoulders thrust into his locker, frantically adding to the mess at his feet. A box of Kleenex sailed from the depths of the locker to land in the heap, swiftly followed by a notebook and a stump of an eraser.
“What are you doing?”
Sethan jerked up, fixing him for a moment with a blank stare as if waiting for further comment. “Like you don’t know,” he said. “She’s been at this for months.”
“No, I… I don’t know,” he said, scratching his head as Sethan ducked back into the locker to rummage about some more. “Seth, your whole locker’s all over the floor. Is this your lunch?”
“Don’t touch that!” Sethan whipped around so quickly Kairn nearly dropped the bag and more than a few heads turned up and down the hall.
“Don’t touch- What’s gotten into you?” He shot a group of girls, clustered near the washrooms and gaping at them, an uneasy smile and the lot of them were suddenly much more interested in the drinking fountain than Sethan’s antics.
“She thinks I don’t know about the lunch.” He snatched the bag out of Kairn’s hands and tore it open to give the contents a glare. “The lunch is the worst. It’s the pickles.”
“Seth, this is worse than the trig notes the other day. And that lunch has to be from last week.” He reached for the lunch, but Sethan pulled away, the brown paper collapsing again into a crumpled mass in his fist. “What is going on?”
Sethan’s eyes narrowed as he gave Kairn a long, hard stare. “They get in your eyes so she can see. You look alright though.”
“What are we even talking about?” He glanced down the hall. The girls were staring again. Sethan didn’t seem to notice.
“My mom, of course.” The bag, with its supposedly insidious pickles, fell to the floor with the books and Sethan shot it a contemptuous look.
“Isn’t your mom in Iowa, or Ohio, or whatever?” said Kairn, edging his way around the debris towards his own locker.
“She’d like me to think that.” The bell rang and the last of the onlookers dispersed. “Shit. I need to get to class.” He chucked the Kleenex back into the bottom of the locker, scooped up a handful of pencils, and tossed them on top of it. “If she knows I’ve been late to class-” He shuddered.
“You need to get to the nurse.” Kairn twirled the dial of his padlock with his thumb, only vaguely aware of the numbers as they slid by, his eyes still on Sethan as he resumed his frantic flinging of his belongings, only in reverse. “I think you must have a fever or something.”
“What?” Sethan bobbed up from the mess with a history book clutched to his chest. “No, I’m fine. Really. I don’t need to see anybody. I need to get to class.” He laughed but it came out hollow and tight. “Help me get this stuff back in my locker?”
Story : knights & necromancers ( High School AU)
Timeframe : Thursday
Word Count : 572
Rating : PG
Continuing with the out of order business, this is from the day before the one I posted the other day. And now we're getting into the more damning evidence that I feel a bit more nervous about my success in pulling off...
Thursday morning found Kairn picking his way past a pile of refuse spilled across the floor on his way to his locker. He gave the strap of his backpack a pull, hoisting the load higher up his shoulder, and stepped gingerly over a trig book and around a pool of colored pencils.
He stopped to stare for a moment at Sethan, who was bent nearly double, with his head and shoulders thrust into his locker, frantically adding to the mess at his feet. A box of Kleenex sailed from the depths of the locker to land in the heap, swiftly followed by a notebook and a stump of an eraser.
“What are you doing?”
Sethan jerked up, fixing him for a moment with a blank stare as if waiting for further comment. “Like you don’t know,” he said. “She’s been at this for months.”
“No, I… I don’t know,” he said, scratching his head as Sethan ducked back into the locker to rummage about some more. “Seth, your whole locker’s all over the floor. Is this your lunch?”
“Don’t touch that!” Sethan whipped around so quickly Kairn nearly dropped the bag and more than a few heads turned up and down the hall.
“Don’t touch- What’s gotten into you?” He shot a group of girls, clustered near the washrooms and gaping at them, an uneasy smile and the lot of them were suddenly much more interested in the drinking fountain than Sethan’s antics.
“She thinks I don’t know about the lunch.” He snatched the bag out of Kairn’s hands and tore it open to give the contents a glare. “The lunch is the worst. It’s the pickles.”
“Seth, this is worse than the trig notes the other day. And that lunch has to be from last week.” He reached for the lunch, but Sethan pulled away, the brown paper collapsing again into a crumpled mass in his fist. “What is going on?”
Sethan’s eyes narrowed as he gave Kairn a long, hard stare. “They get in your eyes so she can see. You look alright though.”
“What are we even talking about?” He glanced down the hall. The girls were staring again. Sethan didn’t seem to notice.
“My mom, of course.” The bag, with its supposedly insidious pickles, fell to the floor with the books and Sethan shot it a contemptuous look.
“Isn’t your mom in Iowa, or Ohio, or whatever?” said Kairn, edging his way around the debris towards his own locker.
“She’d like me to think that.” The bell rang and the last of the onlookers dispersed. “Shit. I need to get to class.” He chucked the Kleenex back into the bottom of the locker, scooped up a handful of pencils, and tossed them on top of it. “If she knows I’ve been late to class-” He shuddered.
“You need to get to the nurse.” Kairn twirled the dial of his padlock with his thumb, only vaguely aware of the numbers as they slid by, his eyes still on Sethan as he resumed his frantic flinging of his belongings, only in reverse. “I think you must have a fever or something.”
“What?” Sethan bobbed up from the mess with a history book clutched to his chest. “No, I’m fine. Really. I don’t need to see anybody. I need to get to class.” He laughed but it came out hollow and tight. “Help me get this stuff back in my locker?”