Savin frowned as they walked into the funeral home. Jazz bit his lip as they were directed towards Ryin’s casket. This was real. This was really happening.

( 'I'm surprised there's a fucking viewing,' Dylan murmured. )

Savin frowned to himself, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He glanced at his home ec partner, Dylan. Dylan just raised an eyebrow at him, giving Savin a quizzical look. “What’s up?”

( 'Nothing.' )

Every time that Lynie tried to shift her mind and focus on her exercises, she caught herself thinking about Ryin King instead. Why did she care so much about his death? Despite having a few classes together, Lynie had never thought of Ryin as a friend. Yet his death still haunted her.

( You're still not doing it. )

This is fanfic of part of the first chapter of the AU, written from Savin's perspective.

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You gotta be fucking kidding me. Oh no, Egan’s not gonna fucking do that again. He’s picking on underclassmen now? That’s -- he totally can’t do that. Christ, that’s just wrong. I gotta go over there and do something -- don’t want what happened to ( Read more... )

Breccan stood awkwardly in the auditorium as the last trickle of students filed out. He didn’t have class; his teacher had sent a mass text to everyone saying that Ryin King’s death meant it was canceled. He sighed and put a hand on one of the seats, leaning on it for support.

( Already, he missed Finbar. )

Jazz rubbed his eyes, yawning as he slid into his desk. Five minutes early, as usual. He opened his backpack and pulled out his homework from the night before. Not that there had been a whole lot of it -- it was still early yet in the school year. Slumping down in his seat some, he pulled out his phone and began typing a message. He kept a lookout ( Read more... )