Kitty doesn't want to go to school today. She tried to tell her parents about what happened, honestly she did, but she couldn't force it out. Besides, they wouldn't believe her. It's no big secret that she didn't want to move here-it's hot and miserable and in a whole other country. Besides, they haven't been speaking much lately. Coming out with something like that will only make them think she wants attention.

It's been two months since school started-how boring is this?-and she has no friends. Scratch that-Jonathan might count as a friend. Maybe. He's not an enemy, anyways.

They're at lunch now. The food is terrible and she threw hers out after four bites. Jonathan took the smart route and didn't get any of it.

Speaking of Jonathan, he looks exhausted. Maybe he's an insomniac.

"Jonathan?"

"Mm."

"Are you feeling okay?"

He nods and leans against the wall. Kitty yawns and plays with a pen. It's Friday at last. God, she can't wait for the weekend.

Jonathan slumps forward against the table, his glasses making a dull clinking sound as they fall off his face. Kitty stifles a laugh and taps his head with the pen.

"Is that really necessary?"

"Sorry, Jonathan."

He swats the pen away and puts his glasses back on just as the bell rings. Kitty scowls at the lunch ladies.

"They're not the cause of the bell."

"But they serve such terrible…food."

He shrugs. Kitty rolls her eyes and stands up. Art next. Ugh. She can't draw and the teacher-Mr. Night-is as strict as they come. He won't let them out unless the building is on fire.

Sure enough, art is terrible. It doesn't help that Sanchez is in that class with her, and he doesn't like that she humiliated him. She doesn't know what he thought would happen. When it came to self-defense, her parents had always told her to aim for the crotch. Surely they weren't the only parents with such advice.

She flips him off when the teacher isn't looking and wonders if that was a mistake. Oh, well, too late now. Besides, she doesn't need help. She fought him off once and she'll do it again.

All the same, she bolts straight out of class, checks in for study hall, and goes to hide in the library. She doesn't think Sanchez knows what a library is. Besides, it's cool inside and she can get her homework done in relative peace.

She's trying to get interested in the book they have to read for English, but it's difficult. Can't they read Poe or Lovecraft or Stoker? Hell, she'd take DuMarier at this point. Anything but Orwell.

"Orwell?"

She jumps. The one thing that really irritates her about Jonathan is his silence. She swears he just teleports. Or maybe he's a vampire.

"Jonathan, Jesus…" She takes a deep breath. "English."

"Did I scare you?"

"Obviously."

He drops into the chair across from her and digs through his backpack, eventually coming up with a chemistry book. Ugh. Kitty's not one for chemistry. Too much math involved.

If she was expecting an apology, she doesn't get it. All she gets is a quiet chuckle. At least one of them is amused.

"Sorry. About the Orwell. Boring, isn't it?"

"That's one way to look at it."

He's holding his arm funny-has been all day-and she gives him a minute to get comfortable before asking about it.

"What happened?"

"To what?"

"Your arm."

He grimaces and moves a bit.

"Tripped."

"Don't lie."

"I really did trip. You should've seen it."

She doesn't believe him. He probably had a run-in with Bo Griggs, but she wishes he'd tell her about it. It's not a big secret or anything.

"If you say so." she says at last. "Just don't strain it."

"Yes, Nurse."

"Don't be cheeky." she warns him. He chuckles again and settles into his chair.


AN: Happy Monday.