@burihal ᢉ𐭩'd, rue finds jim behind the gym during fourth period, which is funny, because she's pretty sure this is where people are supposed to come to do drugs and he's just sitting there writing. kind of fucking pretentious, actually. she drops her backpack beside him before he gets any time to rhyme or reason an objection and slides down the brick wall, stretches her legs out on the concrete, converse battered as all hell and feet sore from today's write-off of a gym lesson: track. she fucking hates gym, should've known better to follow carroll in the first place.
' just so you know, i told henderson you were throwing up. ' she rolls her head against the brick over to him. her hair gets caught and she swats it back into place, then eyes up the notebook.
' so if anybody asks, you have food poisoning. so whatever little dead poets society shit you got going on here is now happening on my time. ' she nudges the toe of his sneaker with hers. ' what're you writing? '
