A/N:Guys let's busk in some school energy
This was it. The perfect storm of chaos wearing a varsity jacket.
Madison stalked beside me down the hallway, still vibrating with laughter over Mrs. Henderson's psychological implosion. Students didn't just part for us; they fled, scattering like we were royalty, or maybe plague carriers. Hard to tell the difference these days. A sea of phone screens tracked our movement thanks to Connor, and whispers crackled in our wake like static.
"You know Lea's in this class, right?" Madison said, a dangerous, predatory smile playing on her lips.
"I'm aware."
"She's going to spontaneously combust seeing us walk in together."
"Also aware."
"This," Madison declared, "is going to be so much fun."
