by Mrs P Sylar Thu 28 Jun 2012 - 17:30
Her walk down the corridor was vastly improved when she spotted Blake fumbling to close his locker door, his folders perched precariously in his spare arm. Walking past, she kicked the back of his shin, causing him to stumble forwards and let go of one of the folders, the sheets flying everywhere. NERD!
Why you gotta hate? demanded Blake, knowing immediately who it was. Zep didn't stop walking, instead turning around on the spot with her arms raised in a gesture of innocence. Her stunt was met by laughter of some of the people around them, silenced by Blake slamming his locker door and catching her up.
Aren't you going to pick them up? she asked, curiously, gesturing towards the sheets that were now littering the corridor.
He smirked in response. Not like I knew what they were for, anyway, he remarked, a comment met with a laugh.