The campus was quiet now, the hour too late for any of the youngest kids to be out and about and most of the teens were hidden away in their rooms. It was nice, if not a little boring. So he’d ventured out for a run, and then showered, and then he was practically starving so, kitchens it was. Hearing the door of said kitchen swing open, Jamie froze with knife in hand, about to slice the quesadilla he’d made into pieces. There was a momentary flash of panic at being caught so late or being ratted out to various authority figures, before he remembered he sort of was an authority figure now. Well shit, he had to play it cool, then. “Hey, kinda late and all. You need something?”








