Closed Starter: Never Gonna Keep Me Down
Melinda closes her locker and runs a hand through her hair. “Shit!”
Because she can’t find her pen, even though she’d sworn she’d be as careful as she could be. Sworn she’d done everything she could to keep it guarded and safe and–
Tap.
Tap.
Her head whips around.
Cane. Moore. That sneer.
No. Melinda looks around desperately at the… largely disinterested student body. No one realizes. No one knows, no one–
Bash. But that’s all she can think about before she hears him stop behind her. “Miss Pollari.”
No, no, no no no not like this. She tenses her shoulders. “Mr. Moore.” She looks at Bash, one word etched over the entirety of her expression.
Help.
Bastian heard Melinda’s expletive from across the hall and whipped around to find her. He watches like a scene in a bad movie as Mr. Moore slowly comes up behind her.
He’s pushing his way through the crowded hallway the moment she makes eye contact. He will not let her deal with this alone. Thinking on his feet, he inserts himself in between the two of them, “Mr. Moore! I’m so glad I found you, I have some questions about the homework!”
