( archie.)
It's hardly a good day for Baz. He's stressing out because half the clubs don't give a rat's ass about whether or not they even get a page in the yearbook, and he has to stick to the design he'd imagined at the beginning of the school year. The football team is, of course, causing the most problems, and if he wasn't about to go crazy over the lack of pictures they'd promised to deliever to him by this morning, he's sure they are going to do something to screw him over one way or the other. He's just about to scream for someone to find whoever is in charge of that... Club. Or team, or whatever, when the door opens, causing him to look up with a questioning expression.
