53. Desecrate
"Jeff, we have class in five minutes. Let's go," Nick said, pulling a comb through his hair while attempting to shove a granola bar in his mouth for breakfast.
"Hang on," Jeff mumbled. "Let me finish the page."
"I still don't get how you wake up early to read," Nick mumbled. "Don't get me wrong, I love reading, but I can barely wake up to get to class."
"Nicky, this is Hunger Games we're talking about! I can't stop; I have a serious problem."
"Well I just read it all in one night; it's not my fault you're a slow reader. Now let's go! We're gonna be late."
"Ok, ok," Jeff mumbled. Then, he tore his eyes from the book, folded over the page, and put it on the desk.
"What did you just do?" Nick asked, his face completely serious.
"What do you mean? I'm ready to go; you told me we were gonna be late!"
"Well, just because we're gonna be late doesn't mean you can desecrate poor, innocent books!"
"What are you talking about?" Jeff asked, thoroughly confused.
Nick grabbed the book off the desk and flipped to the folded page. He unfolded it and held it in the air.
"This, Jeffery! This complete ant utter vandalism! How could you fold a page like this?"
"It's like a bookmark!" Jeff squeaked.
"It is desecration!"
