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Janitor's Closet || James and Poppy
James stared at the clock. Tick, tick. There were four minutes until the teacher released them into their next class, and quite honestly, he didn't care about this. He wanted to go do something with his life, but at the same time, he knew that this was important. Luckily, after this class, he had 30 minutes until the next, but he couldn't go too far without being late. He was basically stuck at Roundview all day, it was only 9 in the morning. Finally, the bell rang, and he got out the door as quickly as possible.
He walked over to his locker, taking some things out of his back, and putting others in. He observed a few girls from behind, smirking at them, waiting for them to turn around and flirt with him. Maybe one of them would want to 'hang out' later that night. After school, of course. He faced his locker again, looking through it again to make sure he didn't forget anything, finally he closed his locker door, turning back to face the girls. One of them had finally turned around. "Poppy Champion," he said with a smirk.