Much to Florence's dismay, a week passes by rather quickly for her. She's been out of it since her meeting with Mr. Ackerman. She spends most of her time sleeping or playing games- doing pretty much anything to keep her mind off of him. She doesn't even tell Jordan what happened. Of course, he knows something is up, because he is her best friend after all.

The morning of the day she has to go back to school has the young girl lost in thought. How is she going to face that nosey teacher after he saw her cry? The thought causes her to become pale. She's absolutely mortified that he saw her crying.

"The hell are you crying for?" he had asked to which she promptly picked up a small garbage can and chucked it at him out of embarrassment and rage.

She cringes as she thinks about how she'd run off all teary-eyed after assaulting a teacher like some stupid girl being rejected. He obviously hasn't told anyone since no one has contacted her parents, which confuses her even more.

"Earth to Flo. I repeat, Earth to Flo," Jordan says, waving his hand in front of the girl.

Florence jumps a little, startled. She looks over at her friend. "Huh?"

"Are you sure you're okay? I mean, you've been spacing out and jazz since your suspension. Wait. Don't tell me the Queen B put the fear of Arceus in you," he says.

"W-what? No. She's an idiot. I never even listen to what she's saying," she says, moving her bangs out of her face. "I've just been...thinking about stuff."

"About that Ackerman guy?" he asks.

She nods her head. "What am I gonna do? He's like fucking kryptonite to me."

Jordan rubs his chin. "Well... why not try to be his friend?"

This provokes a glare from his friend. "And why the hell would I do that?"

"Well, I mean, he's probably going to try to talk to you more since the way you reacted at lunch. I mean, I would if some girl freaked out on me," Jordan says.

While he doesn't tell Florence and has no intentions of doing so, Jordan had started to talk to the teacher since her absence. At first it had been pure curiosity, but the older man had started to grow on him. It was obvious how the teacher would bring her up in conversation casually that he wanted to know more about her. The two seemed like they would get along pretty well.

"B-But..." she grumbles. "I threw a fucking trash can at him." She doesn't tell him that, of course.

"Come on. What's the worst that can happen?" Jordan says.

"He could touch me again," she says, her hand holding onto her cheek. "Or I throw another trash can at him."

"Well, yeah, there's that. I mean, just... be cool. Treat him like you treat... everyone else?" He shrugs again.

"I treat everyone else like shit."

"Touché. Treat him like you'd treat me... but way less."

"So... like garbage?"

"A little higher, Flo. A little higher."

-

Florence decides to take a different path to her first period class. She knows Jordan means well, but she can't muster up the courage to try and be friends with the older male. After all, she did attack him.

"Hey, Freckles," she hears his voice as she walks up the steps to the second floor. Instead of turning around to face him, she bolts up the steps in an attempt to get away from him.

"Nope. Nope. Nope," are the only words that go through her head as she flees to her first period class.

While he doesn't visibly show it, Levi is annoyed. "Dammit, Freckles." He's almost tempted to chase after her, but decides against it. He figures he'll see her during lunch since Jordan is there.

Of course when lunch does finally roll around, the young girl tells her friend that she's going to the library to catch up on the work she's missed. Jordan whines, naturally, telling her that he doesn't want to be in the cafeteria alone and offers to help her with her work as long as she doesn't abandon him.

She reluctantly agrees and is immediately on guard for Mr. Ackerman as she sits down at their table. She doesn't see him anywhere, only spotting the little shits that she attacked. They catch her staring at them, and immediately avert their eyes elsewhere. She finds that weird, but dismisses it.

"Maybe he's not coming?" she thinks, relaxing a bit. She takes one more look around, still not seeing him. She sighs with relief and begins taking out her books.

"Okay, you do math, I'll do history," she says, sliding her work to her friend.

"Can't I do history?" Jordan whines.

"No, shut up," she says, opening her history book.

Jordan rolls his eyes, before looking over the math problems. "I hate math."

A little bit into the period, Levi enters the room. He anticipated that Florence would leave the cafeteria if she saw him so he had waited a bit so she would let her guard down. He sees her and Jordan working on what looks like homework. Jordan has a look of "what the hell is this" while Florence has "easy peasey" written on her face.

He's still annoyed from earlier at her for running away from him. All he wants to do is have one conversation with her, but obviously she doesn't. Of course, that's not going to stop him.

He walks up to their table and puts his coffee cup and lesson plan on the table and takes a seat next to Florence. Jordan notices immediately.

Still staring at her book, Florence starts to say, "yo, asshole, find another pl-" but cuts herself off once her eyes land on the teacher. "Fuck." She scoots all the way to the end of her bench, eyebrows furrowed. She clenches tightly onto her pencil, which starts to snap.

He doesn't even look at her, knowing that if he does she might run off again or possibly assault him. "Hey, Freckles, Jack," Levi says, opening up his lesson plan.

"It's Jordan, shorty. Jorh- dahn," her friend protests. Levi's eye twitches at the "shorty" comment.

"Don't you have other things to do than harass me?" Florence asks.

"Mmm... Not really. There are no other tables free anyway," he replies.

"Not my problem," she says.

No one says anything for the longest time.

Florence deals with her inner crisis during the silence. Jordan said to be friendly to Levi. She's no good at being friendly. She's barely even friendly to Jordan.

"Come on, Flo! Be friendly!"

Florence begins thinking of friendly things she can say to the male. Of course, when she actually manages to voice one of them, she finds herself stuttering it out.

"S-S-sorry I t-th-threw that t-trash c-can at... you."

"What trash can?"

She swears she sees a smug grin on the teacher's face, before he takes a sip of his coffee, but it disappears so quickly, she figures she must've imagined it.

"Never mind."