There was that kid again. Black hair that looks like the hairdresser finished it with a chainsaw. He was sitting again with his girlfriend, the petite brown-haired girl who never talked to anyone but him and his trouble-maker best friend, who was also sitting in the table.
The dark-haired one, I think his name is James, was whispering to the girl at very close distance. His look reflected lust and greed. He held her arm pinned down to the table and went closer and closer. The girl was blushing an squirming but leaned closer all the time. At one moment she was shocked and tried to say something to him but was silenced in one whisper. She nodded and he kissed her cheek and she blushed again.
I checked the time and left the cafeteria. I went to my locker and changed, leaving my sneakers at the top of the pile. I walked to the pool and jumped to the water.
The last thing I saw in this world was the trio smiling at me from the ledge of the pool and Jim Moriarty holding my shoes as a trophy.