shoes squeak & skid against linoleum tiles as he FLIES PAST HER. a frenzied duck & weave that has him just barely dodging the blonde. sitles makes it to the end of the hall; heaves in a breath & doubles back. 

        “hey –  uh” the bat he’s lugging around is tucked under his arm as he jogs back up to her. weight shifting impatiently from foot to foot —– a hurried state, a whirl of thoughts & both hands find purchase against her shoulders. “tell me you’ve got a chem room here. that’s a thing most schools have, right? a chem room?” 

@shecooper    ,    called !!