-Staring at worksheet, leaning on elbows with hands stuck in hair-
-Looks at clock-
-Looks back at worksheet-
What....the fuck...
-Picks up pencil. Almost writes something. Stops. Pencil falls under table.-
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-Staring at worksheet, leaning on elbows with hands stuck in hair-
-Looks at clock-
-Looks back at worksheet-
What....the fuck...
-Picks up pencil. Almost writes something. Stops. Pencil falls under table.-
-In bathroom-
-Walking towards sinks-
“Hey Mack-” *shoves Gus’s shoulder and pins him against the wall* “You have something to give to me?”
I...fffffucking hope not.
*punches his face* “Sanders saw you at my locker. So where is it?”
Ahhhggg, god... I--what’re you...what... I don’t have any of your stuff, Rockwell.
“Stop playing games. It was in my locker, you mess with my locker, now it’s gone. So what did you do with it?”
Is this about, like, a stash of weed--
*covers his mouth* “SHHHH lower your voice, idiot.”
-Bites his hand-
*Punches him with bleeding hand* “Where is it?”
I don’t--
*Punches him* *Again* *and again* *grabs his blazer collar* “Tell me”
They’ll send you to jail--
*Shoves him to the ground*
-Walking down hallway, tapping each locker door-
Forty-seven, forty-eight, forty-nine, fifty, fifty-one, fifty-two...
How are you and that tall, hot dude from lunch getting along?
Oh, Mad Dog? We’re cool now.