Lunch was already half over by the time Mike had pulled up just outside the nurse's office. Armed with a cocky attitude and a fallen friend for sympathy, Mike slapped a smile on his face and headed inside.
The office itself was pretty average, containing a few cots, band aids, and whatever else a school nurse might need. The only major difference between this office and any other office was the woman behind the desk.
Kaia was a thin, tall woman with the most ridiculous green hair that any of the students had every seen in their lives. She wore a mullet tied in a braid and had little marks around the corners of her mouth. The woman herself was rather obsessed with using herbal remedies to cure illnesses she came across, but the school board never allowed her to fully do so in school, making her rather bitter toward any staff that may walk on.
Lucky for Mike, he never planned to work here.
The soft squeak of the trash can wheels accompanied by the scuff of shoes caused Kaia to look up from the computer she had been fiercely typing at, "Chilton."
"Kaia."
"Chilton." Kaia regarded again in a serious tone she was well known around the school for, "What is it this time?"
"Chuck." Mike gestured to the male in the trash can beside him. Being completely unfazed by Mike and his friends antics at this point, Kaia simply rolled her eyes, pushing off of her desk to stand. She tromped bare foot over to the teenager, easily hoisting him up and depositing him onto a cot beside her.
"Did he eat lunch?" The nurse looked the boy over for any sore of common symptoms for an injury or illness he usually sustained. He attention on Chuck was cut short by the scrape of a glass lid being lifted from a jar. Hardly looking up, the nurse slapped at Mike's hand.
"Suckers are for actually sick people, Chilton." Kaia reminded him sternly, turning her attention back to Chuck, "What do you keep doing to this child?"
Ignoring the question, Mike unwrapped the candy, "I am sick, Ms. Kaia, sick in the head, that is."
"You didn't answer my first question, did he eat lunch?"
"He's kind of unconscious, ma'am." Mike replied simply, putting the candy in his mouth.
The overall concept of candy was something Mike actually really enjoyed. Candy wasn't something Jacob kept in the house much since Chuck had moved in nearly two years ago. Though the boy often explained to Jacob that candy was okay to have, Jacob continued to cling on to his incorrect and outdated thoughts on type one diabetes-
"Oh...fuck...how'd I forget about that?" Mike lets the sucker he had fall from his mouth as he quickly realizes what's wrong with his friend...and mentally scold himself for dropping that sucker!
A shot on insulin and a pack of smarties later and Chuck is back to himself...well, for a few minutes anyway.
"Whew, how long was I out?" Chuck asks, sitting up on the cot. He combs his fingers through his hair, brushing his bangs out of his face longer enough to catch a glance at the clock.
"About ten minutes." Mike answers, leaning against Kaia's desk.
"Ten minutes!? Mikey, we're gonna be late!" Chuck jumps from the cot, grabbing his backpack from the trash can, "Thanks, Kaia!" He calls behind him, running out the door.
"You know...he really should be resting." Kaia has already returned to her computer, hardly paying attention. Mike pushed himself off her desk,
"I got it." He says, dragging the trash can with one hand.
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"Gonna be late, gonna be late!" Chuck mutters frantically in between pants of breath as he basically trips over himself down the hallway. The only thing to stop him at this point was the sound of screeching wheels behind him. He would have kept running had the source of the squeaks not collided with his lower back, sending him backwards into the trashcan.
"Hang on, Chuck, we're gonna make it!" Mike calls to the confused blonde, bolting down the hall way.
"Mikey! Slow down!" Chuck screams, clutching to the rim of the can as Mike made a sharp turn.
"No can do! Hudson is gonna kill us if we're late!" Mike lets out a laugh, imagining the look on the old teacher's face as they arrive late for chemistry for the umpteenth time.
"He's gonna kill us if he catches us running in the halls too!" Chuck screams back before letting out a yelp. Principal Kane was rounding the corner they had just turned. Mike picked up on Chuck's 'our ass is grass' yelp, already formulating a plan in his head.
Mike began to pick up speed, thanking the years he spent on the track team allowing him to do so. Once he picked up enough speed and directed the can in the direction he need to go, the brunette leaped into the trash can, ducking his head before Kane had time to see him.
"Could have sworn I just saw Chilton..." Kane mumbled to himself, watching the trash can roll by, "Delinquent..." He muttered, spinning on his heels to return to his office. As Kane left the halls, a lone trash can rolled into to Dr. Hudson's fourth period chemistry class.
The old professor held a piece of chalk between shaky fingers, jotting a formula onto the chalk board before for him. The man didn't bother to look up from his writing as the trash can came to a stop somewhere behind him.
"Michael, Charles, take your seats." He muttered off-handedly, stopping to erase a misspelled word. Mike stood up in the can, attempting to climb out at the same time as Chuck. The can was first direct left, then right, before flipping over completely, sending the two to the floor. Chuck's yelp of surprise was drown out by the bell, indicating that the boys had just made it.
"See, told you we'd make it." Mike picks himself off the floor, shoving his back pack beneath his desk.
"Mr. Chilton, class has begun," Dr. Hudson reminds the teen, "Get out your notebooks and prepare to take notes."
"What, notes again?" Julie groans for the desk behind Chuck.
"Yeah, sir, when do we get to work with real chemicals?" Dutch asks, bending in his desk to retrieve his notebook from his backpack.
"All in good time, students, all in good time." Hudson clasps his hands before him, turning back to the chalk board, "Alright, class, so today we will-"
At this point, the old professor is tuned out by the gang, all casting glances at each other.
'This is so lame.' Julie writes on a note, folding it strategically, making it small enough to be passed around undetected.
'Will someone please tell him to shut the hell up?' Chuck scribbled down before passing the note off to Mike beside him.
'Oh, come one, guys, it isn't that bad' The note is then passed to Dutch in front of the brunette, who seriously begs to differ.
'Dude, he just rambled on about the importance of muffins! MUFFINS! This class is so boring I want to tear my own ears off!'
The note is then passed to Texas three seats to the left of Dutch. Like most of these note conversations, Texas ignores the dialog, usually using the paper to jot down some random sketch of him taking Hudson out with a bazooka before crumpling the paper into a ball and aiming it for Chuck's head.
Being far to used to this method of passing notes, Chuck slumps down in his seat, the ball narrowly missing his forehead and instead landing smoothly on Julie's desk.
'Texas, quit throwing it! We're gonna get caught!' Julie nudges Chuck, who calmly gets up to sharpen his pencil, dropping the note off on Texas' desk along the way.
'Texas needs to practice for the big game on Friday!' The black haired jock scribbles onto the paper, deciding to prove his point by standing up sharply to send the note back over. At the wrong moment, Chuck returns to his desk, intercepting the note as it sailed across the room. It bounces off of the side of his head, sailing in Mike's direction.
Skillfully, the boy plucks it from the air, 'Guys, Hudson just said something important, did anyone hear it?'
'What? It was actually important?' Chuck writes around Texas' note.
'He said something?' Dutch writes off to the side of that. tossing the note back to Julie. The girl prepares a response but has no time to write as the note is snatched from her.
"Julie, were you passing notes is my class?" Hudson has the note between two bony fingers, waving it in the air like a flag. Holding the sheet by its corner, Hudson quickly examined the writing, making connections between the different handwriting and its owner after a semester of grading papers, "Julie, Michael, Charles, Dutch, Texas, may you come up to the front of the room and share this note?"
The teens, though not necessarily frightened by the old professor, did not want to get up from the safety of their desks as at, but as always, Mike slowly rose to his feet, followed by Chuck. Seeing their two friends bravely standing, Dutch and Texas soon stood, standing to the right of Chuck. Julie, knowing far too well that if her father were to see her still handing around and even getting in trouble with Mike Chilton, she would be in more trouble than she ever had been in all her life, stayed seated.
"Miss Kane?" Hudson sauntered over to her desk, hands positioned on his hips, "Would you like to read from your desk?"
"Uh...er..." Julie sank backward into her desk before finding her courage. She leapt to her feet, standing beside Dutch.
"You may begin." Hudson handed the note off to Julie, listening carefully as each teenager read their respective part in the note. By the end of it, the class was in fits of laughter and agreement, though Hudson had returned behind his desk, his glasses perched on the end of his nose,
"You five..." he began slowly, retrieving a stack of notes from his desk. He scribbled a few hall passes, pushing his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose, "See yourselves to the guidance office..."