Darien bolts up the moment the bell rings, his chair screeching against the floor like it too shares his urgency. The lectures have dragged like a cursed fog over his brain all day, and now that he's free, his body reacts like a wolf unchained. His heart thunders in anticipation. He can still hear the drumbeat that echoes Heidi's name even though he refuses to say it.
The nylon bag crinkles in his hand as he strides out of the classroom, the damn uniform still in his grip.
Kairos chuckles in his head like a devil seated on a throne of mockery.
"You got her a uniform," Kairos sings. "You, the great Darien Bellamy. Such gallantry. I'm surprised you didn't iron it too."
Argh, can Kairos just let him be for now? Heidi this, Heidi that. He's really not in the mood for her right now!
Is he?
"I will shred you," Darien groans under his breath, not realizing he said it out loud until a passing student jumps a little and scurries off.
