A/N: Hello y'all, it's been awhile! I'm here to report this: I believe I can say there's not many chapters left but I'm not like a hundred percent sure though. Sooner or later I might actually get a well planned idea and this might stretch a bit but not agonizingly so. I can't wait to be done and actually say I accomplished a multi-chapter fic and didn't give up half way /strained gross laughter muffled in the distance
Extra note: yo guys i am sorry this is pretty anticlimatic like you guys wanted a follow up and i cant do that because im incompetent and i needed to skip. goodbye friends prepare to be disappointed but thank you all for the reviews (40+ of them? omfg you guys are fab) like wow. but i am so sorry i cant reply to all of you nice perfect people there is too many reviews and it would take a lot of time but i love each and everyone of you just thought all of yous should know that /flees
Special thanks: to Silueby Harmakido, for being the best person ever to beta and tolerate the amount of bullshit between my lapses of doing absolutely nothing and being an all around snot yay. I would have updated yesterday but she didn't understand that watching baby ducks on youtube was my numbero uno priority. ("IT'S ONLY THREE IN THE MORNING" YO IT WOULD HAVE BEEN FOUR IN THE MORNING FOR ME I WAS SLEEPING LIKE A LITTLE BABY I WOULDNT EVEN GO NEAR THIS DOCUMENT AT THAT UNHOLY HOUR U CRAY CRAY)
Warning: moRE ANGST I SUPPOSE? CAN I EVEN CALL IT THAT I HONESTLY DON'T KNOW.
Disclaimer: Ahahaha no. I have no ownership of Nintendo, Pokemon, and vise versa.

'My life is done, it's just so done. How the fuck am I gonna cover up this bruise for the weekend, how the fuck will I even last. Can I just—shit, can I just tell her to come back another—no, goddammit, I kept up with so many excuses to just freakin' chill.'

If there was any other indication of Gold panicking beside Green, it would be his lack of composure and a strange compulsion that drove him to gently poke at his bruised cheek with the pad of his finger, as if he expected the lingering, pulsating throb to vanish within the span of an hour.

This was the fourth time he winced in his chair, hissing under his breath, and anxiously drumming his fingers on the arm rests. Occasionally, he would shift his owlish gaze to the main office's blue-painted walls to several fliers littered on the desks and doors to distract himself from the ongoing flurry of thoughts in his head.

Green was slowly losing his patience more than usual, his glare heatedly fixed on the closed door of the principal's office; he knew he would be roughly ordered to remain seated again by the school's security guards, who were languidly chatting with the guidance counselors, standing beside the fax machines.

Never mind Gold, he was losing his patience for everyone. He acknowledged the impending punishment and the severity it possessed, and even if it was written in his records, he just lost the will to care.

On his left was Gold, uncharacteristically quiet, a wet spot forming on his knee where he left the disregarded icepack rest after his arm grew tired from holding it against his jaw. To his right sat all the rest: one chair was left unoccupied, then there was Silver with his head hung low—his fringe obscured his facial expressions—but Green wouldn't put it past him to believe the redhead fell asleep while waiting. After Silver came Blue, her legs crossed—one over the other—with her hands folded neatly, her thumbs twirling against one another.

Security was able to restrain her a mere twenty minutes ago as she spewed profanities at Green for deliberately punching Red and for almost striking Silver, her vicious snarls urging him to approach her so she could pierce the skin of his neck with her manicured nails. Blue paid little heed to Gold's injuries; she was more concerned over Silver's mental health and the physical well-being of Red.

After Blue was Yellow, who broke apart a rice krispies bar that she fished from Red's messenger bag into chunks so she could offer him the smaller pieces, little enough to not strain his mouth, although the injury forced him to grow quickly accustomed to munching lopsidedly, lest he twitched and cupped the bruise reflexively. After the ordeal, Red fingered and tapped his headphones to test whether any piece was broken or loose; he was unsure whether Green's fist had accidentally nicked his headphones as well, but he sighed in relief: there was no harm done. Even if Yellow swatted away his attempts to put the large buds on his ears, in order to ensure he remains completely immobile, Red placidly stated she was needlessly worrying over whether he retained a head injury, yet she was firm in her commands, so he obliged to them.

Then Green recalled his own dilemma: his legal guardian will most likely be called. He had yet to receive a response from Daisy, who he supposed would apprehend the call to home. In the worst case scenario, she used her free day to unwind away from home and, more importantly, ignore communication from her family by either turning her mobile device off completely or silencing it. All parents and or guardians were going to be called, perhaps excluding Yellow and Blue—because Blue never harmed anyone particularly, only desired to—it was a given, but he was beginning to fret and he couldn't get some peace to even think what in god's name was he even going to say.

'Mom's not going to listen to me at first, I just know it,' thought Gold, frowning thoughtfully as he weighed in his problem. 'She was already feeling iffy about Silver, and now she has a reason to not have him over. I can't not have him over, oh my fuck, but she's going to do it, she will make this happen. I—what, what can I even do?! No, no, no, she can't, she just can't. Oh sweet fuckin' christ, she might even transfer me out fuck me sideways this isn't happening.'

Blue had shifted in her seat, distractingly inspecting her nails. 'And, of course, leave it to Green to ruin my day; it was way too quiet today. One of these days, I'm going to gouge his eyes right out of the sockets on his pretty face.' Blue momentarily stole a glance at Silver, tiredly she exhaled through her nose, and quickly gave a loving pat on the junior's head. 'If that prickhole harms Silver ever again, oh boy, will I send Oak to kingdom come.' She reasoned that threats are simple situations to brush aside—nothing in her power could make Silver and Green quit bickering—but Green initiating an act of violence on the junior was when where she her protective instinct took over, and despite her lack of strength to most other people she was readily prepared to pounce on the attacker. She was ready to attack Green too, but the security guards would only hold her down again.

Yellow surprisingly kept a closed mind and, even more gratefully, a closed mouth, but she did say something that piqued Green's curiosity over his vagueness. When the meek girl watched her friend eat, she held his icepack, drying his wet ear with a spare napkin, and she waited a minute or two so he could regain some color, rather than having a complete spot of red to coincide with the faint purple discoloration and traces of black specks. Yellow drew her concerned gaping mouth shut to frown, resolving her conflictions in her head instead of voicing her concerns aloud. 'I-I'm going to speak up, Red, and I'm sorry.' She set the icepack back on the bruise and quirked her head slightly. 'I'm really, really, sorry, Red. I can't…' The slightest crinkle was heard from Red's icepack as she scrunched her fingers, but he did not think much of it and remained unfazed, continuously nibbling into his treat. 'This is going to stop.'

Green shrugged, too pointedly annoyed, and felt a little uplifted when there was a vibration in his pocket. It could be a message from his sister, which meant the worst-case scenario would be adverted: he could face the music with his sister, not his grandfather. Holding his breath, he scrolled through the spam of messages he sent her.

Me: Daisy
Sent: 1:14 PM
Me: Daisy don't do this to me oh my fuck answer your phone
Sent: 1:20PM
Me: I've been trying to contact you for over an hour
Sent: 1:20 PM
Me: Daisy I will proceed to flip my shit if you don't answer
Sent: 1:28 PM
Me: I will make Eves pee on everything you love
Sent: 1:28
Me: And you will wake up to find that term paper you've been working on deleted from your hard drive
Sent: 1:29 PM
Me: This is urgent Daisy I wish I was joking but you got to work with me
Sent: 1:29 PM
Me: Daisy please
Sent: 1:33 PM
Daisy: I'm so sorry! I was washing my hair, but trust me I would have answered the phone if I knew! I heard the phone ring, but I didn't think it would be something this…Green, what were you thinking? :(
Sent: 1:50 PM

This is fucking fantastic.

Me: Can we just forget what I did and get to the main point of who. Picked. Up. The. Phone.
Sent: 1:51 PM
Me: I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt it went straight to voice mail
Sent: 1:51 PM
Daisy: Grandpa picked it up and he told me. But I tried to tell him I'll go in his place! I really did try my hardest Green, you know I would… :'(
Sent: 1:52 PM

'Can I just sink to the bottom of the earth, away from this school and this life right now? Can I get some divine intervention, some dues ex machine—wait, what? Fuck, that wasn't the word. I just learned this today—'

"Gold, will you shut up for just one minute?!" Green snapped, his voice echoing louder than he would have cared. The room drew to an eerie silence; the chattering few near the fax machines redirected their attention on the temperamental senior, and everyone sitting in his row hitched a curious brow for his sudden outburst.

Gold, on the other hand, retorted with an equal amount of malice laced in his words. "In case you haven't noticed, I didn't even say anything, so calm your fucking tits."

The pause lasted for half a minute before everyone resumed their normal proceedings, and Green felt more ignored than usual: now that nearly everyone in the single row held disdain toward him, he was expecting them to take full advantage to spite him. He could already feel his headache worsening at the thought of the aggravation he would most likely endure while trying to convince everyone it was an act of self-defense, a mere accident.

His phone buzzed in his palm; reluctantly, he decided to read her message, anticipating all kinds of alerts or words of caution.

Daisy: I tried talking to him about coming along, but he's adamantly against it. Ugh! Why does this line of stubbornness have to run in the male lineage of Oaks, geez! But…um, he's gathering his stuff right now and about to leave…
Sent: 1:54 PM
Daisy: I'm sorry I couldn't do anything.
Sent: 1:54 PM

"I told you it would hurt to chew!" Yellow argued as she snatched the half eaten rice krispies bar from Red's hand.

The response she earned was his owlish stare and a trace of emptiness at his snack being abruptly taken from him, but he didn't argue. He resignedly slouched into his chair and pushed his bottom lip out, blowing a small puff of air to sweep his bangs aside.

"And I told you before you needed a haircut," she sighed, shaking her head in disapproval as she pocketed the snack.

Unfastening the buckle strap of her shoulder bag, Yellow rummaged through the contents to draw out two green snap clips, the icepack and damp napkin set on the open flap of her bag, then she perked an eager grin, leaning forward on her seat. She brushed his black fringes to one side with the tips of her fingers before setting the clips in place and laughing quietly to herself. 'Aww, Christmas colors!' she giggled at her handiwork but almost immediately her smile twitched downward, her focus set on the discoloration of his cheek, and she weighed the possibilities of food that he could eat. "Um, Red, the vending machine sells croissants, o-or would you want a honey bun? Maybe two? Th-They're soft, and, uh wouldn't hurt you as much…? You're hungry, so I figured it…that's good for now…I think."

Green stole a glance at the pair. He was certain Red would remain seated and decline the offer, but he removed his headphones from his neck, passing his iPod to Yellow in the same, nonchalant manner as he did a few days ago during class. The staff members behind the desk warned him to stay put until he was called inside or wait for security to escort him, yet he paid them no heed and walked out of the office with a neutral disposition, despite the hollering bellows of the staff urging him to return. The atmosphere came to a standstill: nobody followed after Red, not even Yellow, who now fumbled with the cord of the headphones distractingly, and everybody remained in complete silence until the sound of Red's footsteps faded out.

Green tapped his foot, warily glancing at the other exit beside him; he could be digging himself further into trouble and would perhaps face stricter disciplinary action or even be forced into a session with the child study team that will painstakingly assess his "problems." The staff was preoccupied after Red left, Gold's paranoia enraptured his attention to anything around him, and the other three hardly gave him a glance throughout the hour.

It was only a matter of time before his grandfather arrived, and Green figured he might as well use the little time left over before he was either escorted back—if they found him, that is, or even realized he left in the first place—or faced whatever disciplinary measures they deemed suitable enough for his first offense throughout his senior year. Leaving his backpack on the chair—considering nothing worthwhile was inside—he rose to his feet, pretended to inspect the laminated poster of the school's rules with mock interest, shifting in his stride a step closer every few seconds before escaping.

He momentarily looked both ways to see if he could spot Red, and sure enough Red stood a distance away, but he was visible enough that Green could distinguish his hands stripping away the layers of his croissant into bite-sized pieces.

Green fished his phone out to send Daisy another text.

Me: Daisy tell grandpa to bring the carrier
Sent: 1:58 PM
Me: Eves needs to be here to help me out with something
Sent: 1:58 PM

Exhaling sharply through his nose, he stole a glance at Red, who, thankfully enough, had yet to budge.

Me: Prayer circle Daisy I need this to work
Sent: 1:59 PM

It hurt. It really, really hurt.

Red bit into another piece, hissing under his breath: even the slightest movement brought him an ache.

Four years without any trouble in high school seemed nearly unthinkable—it sounded like a fantasy, if anything—but one thing, just one, was bound to happen in the span of seven hundred and twenty days. Although they were monotonous days, they were painless days; it was stressful for his mental health to be paranoid at every instance Green was near him. Although the punch during lunch was a mere accident, Green was the hot-headed, temperamental type,

and…

Red could only whiten in dread. If he was caught in another incident with Green Oak – humiliation? Another good-natured farce? A childish retaliation? His mother could never know of his ongoing circumstances; her fragile heart would provoke hot tears to her jaded eyes: she was never aware that her son—her precious, precious son—was a victim of constant harassment. He hoped that her appointment at the spa could revitalize her and she would return with a newfound enthusiasm, no matter how brief the energy would last. Yet his fingers became cold,

nervous.

Red was nervous.

'Mom can't know about this; she can't.'

His moral support and best friend was resting at home. His jittery disposition might be eased if he had the little brindle mouse, resting its tiny hands on the bridge of his nose, its long whiskers tickling his cheek, its bright nose prodding him every so often: that little sense of comfort that only Pikachu could reassure him with.

But he was in school, and Yellow did not deserve to be burdened by his dilemmas.

He felt nervous at the outcome of the decision made by his counselors. Out-of-school or in-school suspension? Maybe a warning, a letter to the parents? Either way, he would be dealing with a livid Green Oak. His anger for Silver would eventually subside, but not for him. Silver never made him felt inferior, Silver had never made Green feel embarrassed that his natural arrogance was overcome by someone who blended in with the crowd, embarrassed that he was bested in front of the other runners. Ordinarily, he would assume he was over-thinking how badly Green would inflict his rage on him, yet…

Red wasn't too sure of anything about Green anymore. He could never determine when Green would have his mood swings, where his sense of rationality was lost to him, until he lashed out.

It was a miracle his mother would not be there when he came home. She wouldn't see the bruise on his face; she would most likely faint from finding out he was having problems with someone, no less getting an injury from said person.

Pikachu, he needed his Pikachu, he needed his best friend right now.

Time for Green to man the fuck up. He was not about to be, as Gold would modestly word it, a punkass little dickmongrel. If his grandfather was moments away from arriving, he planned to mend what was possible.

His pride would never allow him to express an apology of any sort, god no, never in a million years, never in this lifetime. Apologies were reserved for family members, people of importance, and as entertaining as Red's company was, in their short time, he never fit into the category of utmost importance. Maybe, and only maybe, Red would be of any importance if he,

well,

Green wasn't certain, but perhaps if Red was able to emotionally move him?

Or some shit like that, I dunno, Green quipped in his head as he observed Red fidgeting for reasons unknown to the senior. Briefly raking his fingers through his hair, he exhaled sharply out of his nose, deciding it was better to approach him while he was distracted.

Tip-toeing closer, he was the most careful he had ever been. He bit the insides of his cheeks to remain inconspicuous, to remain cautious so his shoes wouldn't squeak against the linoleum floors. Oh god, I look like such a buffoon, he thought moodily, why for fuck's sake have I sunk so low for a single person. But this had its worth: it would keep his school record clean.

If he could convince Red to vouch for him, he could willingly set aside their differences, even if he knew, absolutely knew, it was a fluke and he was the best, the very best in this whole school, county, even for the smallest things, like his silly bet with Gold. Sure, he knew it was getting so tedious, dealing with someone who clearly disliked him.

"Feelings are mutual there, buddy," he hissed under his breath.

Eevee better arrive. It was the only option he had left to soften Red's unwaveringly cold heart, or even budge through the rigidly tough, stoic exterior.

'Mom can't know about this; she can't.'

Wait, what. Uh. Okay?

He could ask Red what he was losing his shit over, sounding so abnormally distressed in his head, but—again—first world mind reading issues.

He stopped midway as a moment's revelation dawned on him: he's doing his best to give to someone other than himself for a change. He established that this was going to be a one-time thing, considering his tolerance for people in general was withering thin.

When neither of two had any indication of budging, or acknowledging another presence in Red's case, they were simultaneously snapped to reality when they searched for a loud, yipping noise calling for attention, yearning for a loving pet and affection. Eevee's nail skittered against the linoleum; the fox sniffed Green's shoes with mild interest until he rose on his hind legs, his paws patting against his pants. Breaking out in an earnest smile, Green scooped his friend off the floor, chuckling wholeheartedly when Eevee yipped excitedly, and the energetic animal fondly licked Green's cheek.

The brunet greeted his sister and his grandfather with a strained smile, then he quirked his head to the side, signaling for them to enter the office so he could have time alone with Red. They blinked, evidently bemused by the subtle request, and exchanged glances before breaking out a smile of their own as they shuffled out of the two teens' way.

Red blinked. 'So, that's—that's a fennec fox.' He was so transfixed with the creature, he disregarded the obvious fact that he stood alone with the former friend who punched him earlier in the cafeteria. There was softness in his eyes that desired for his fingers to reach out, to run against the small fox's fur. Welled with pride, Green carefully stretched his arms outward, offering Red his friend to hold in the form of a truce, of forgiveness.

Little to his surprise, Red fell victim to the bait, and he took Eevee into his arms.

Snugly securing the creature against him, he craned his neck to inspect the fox, the faintest smile replacing the well-grounded frown on the teen's face. 'Nice to meet you, at long last,' Red thought warmly. 'I was hoping to meet you, Eevee. I wish you could meet Pikachu. Pikachu isn't entirely friendly at first, but I'm sure he'll take a liking to you.' With his free hand, Red scratched behind the fox's large ear, amused by the satisfied mewl it gave to a complete stranger. 'Maybe one day, but not today.'

"I know you might not wanna, like, talk to each other. I totally get that, but look, Silver, Gold wants to," she cooed sweetly, her hand cupping Silver's bawled fist. "It's a rough patch, boys, but you guys are biffles! Cool off, 'kays? Gold can wait," she assured, sheepishly grinning, "and you know what you gotta do, Silver. I'll yank you by the ear, mister; don't think I will if you don't kiss and make up soon."

Gold laughed, but he winced almost immediately, working his jaw. He tried to ignore the pain and joined in her little fun, despite the faint red speck coloring his cheek. "Blue, that's mad gay—" a staff member hissed at his choice of words, "—and check it, we'll overcome our little mess-up like bros, not biffles."

"Same difference."

As Red and Green returned within the confining space of the main office, they settled in their chairs, acting as if nothing ever happened or they never left at all, and Green returned Eevee to his carrier, idly watching as the older Oaks divided their attention amongst Green's friends.

Professor Oak greeted every teenager cheerfully, asking them several questions on the wellbeing of their pets at home—they eagerly responded to his friendly disposition, mindlessly filling in their concerns and small anecdotes to pass the time. Blue took full advantage of her time with the eldest Oak, popping a question or two over the diet of her pet turtle, while Gold, a little timidly at first with the bruise he was sporting, received advice from both Oaks on several activities he and his hedgehog could do indoors—filling the room with a kinder atmosphere, lessening the hostility among the students.

Green watched his family with a twinge of disinterest, his focus piqued only when his grandfather began to tentatively speak with Silver, their conversation droned by the sound of Blue excitement's from ambushing Daisy about several fashion-related outfits, a subject on which he wasn't entirely sure nor did he possess half a fuck to care. He resorted to picking at the dirt lodged in the beds of his fingernails, not glancing up until his name. He was to report inside the office with his family, and filing behind them were Red, surprisingly Yellow, and Silver, who intentionally followed slower than the rest.

The proceedings came and went: he objected occasionally to prove his point that he, by no means, should receive any form of punishment since he had himself to care for, which lead to an act of violence out of self defense.

There was a jitter in Green's hands, so as a distraction, he watched and listened to the others. Slightly uneasy Yellow was occupying the room, directing a piercing stare at the hem of her skirt as her finger clenched the cotton fabric. She was free of thoughts, much like Red—although he made a mental comment or two of wanting another snack and his restlessness to leave—and Silver spluttered profanities in his head.

Silver was dismissed upon receiving a four-day suspension, yet the rest were meant to remain if they wanted to exchange last minute apologies or raise concerns or complaints.

Green, relieved he was freed from any form of disciplinary action, shook his head, biting back the urge to grin brightly because this went way better than he expected. There was no rhyme or reason as to why he was shitting himself a moment ago, and his anxiety had almost overwhelmed him – he could breathe. Home safe. Scot Free.

"Sir," Yellow addressed the guidance counselor, fidgeting in her seat when all heads remaining in the room turned to face her, "there is something I, um, want to say…please?"

He prompted her with a 'go right ahead' gesticulation, a sign that she nodded softly at, and she cleared her throat before speaking again.

"Red is my best friend, so on his…um, behalf, I'd like—I'd like for you to suspend him!" She rose from her chair heatedly and pointed accusingly at a baffled Green, her arm shaking from the enraged tone she used that, for a moment, surprised even herself. "He has been harassing Red! I'm—I'm sick of seeing him deal with it!"

She screwed her eyes shut for a brief moment, and her nose crinkled, as if she was doing her best not to lose herself in her emotions. When she held out strong, she cleared her throat, slowly lowering herself back onto the chair. Her eyes dodged the wide, surprised gazes from the Oak family and her best friend.

Red was struck with awe and looked a tone paler than his natural, nearly translucent skin; he managed to catch himself and closed his gaping mouth, leaning into his chair to pinch the bridge of his nose in exasperation. 'Oh no,' he groaned in his head, 'this isn't happening. Yellow, please, if I wanted help I would have asked for it but I didn't and this is going to end in shits and shambles.'

Daisy clamped tightly on Green's shoulder, securing him to his seat, the second she witnessed her brother's chest rising and falling in fiery indignation; she knew someone had to tame his temper and prevent him from plunging deeper into the midst of trouble. What she could not suppress was his mouth, prone to speaking what was on his mind, which she wouldn't doubt was ensnared in raw anger.

"Are you shitting me," Green growled, launching himself forward only to be sent a warning beneath Daisy's breath for him to calm down, her nails pressing into the fabric of his sweater as she rooted Green to his chair. The counselor, appalled an exemplary student was misbehaving, acting out of agitation, berated Green and sent him a reminder to watch his language.

Red said nothing, instead watching the events unfold before him, a glimmer of helplessness in his eyes. 'Don't you respond, you're only going to make this worse for all of us. Keep your big mouth shut while you still can, stop talking back already, it's not going to work, it's not going to help you and you know it. We're all tired, I'm tired, you're tired; drop it while you still can. I don't want this as much as you, so shut. Your. Mouth."

Green snorted at Yellow. "I barely see you around, for fuck's sake! What do you know about what I do?" He challenged her glare, smiling wickedly when she said nothing. "Exactly, jack shit, so mind your own before you try to pick an argument with me 'cause I'm not in the mood to be dealing with the bullshi—"

Red narrowed his eyes. 'Don't you talk to her that way, you asshole. One more time, I dare you.'

His grandfather, affronted by his grandson's rude behavior, curtly snapped. "Green! Mind your tone!"

The counselor shook his head disapprovingly and shared a brief statement of "this is no way a star student should be overreacting" before giving Green his final warning that he will be suspended. His suspension, however will span longer than Silver's because of his brashness.

"Oh, good, good! Take her side; go right ahead!" He launched forward another time, escaping his sister's grasp. "Do it, give me suspension, give it to me right fucking now, 'cause I ain't just gonna let this slide when everyone is ganging up on me."

The guidance counselor slammed his hands on the table, declaring a week's suspension.

Daisy and Professor Oak surrounded the counselor, easing the tension to explain with an excuse that their precious brother/grandson would never behave in such a manner unbecoming of him.

Red stood from his chair, guarding Yellow from Green's murderous aura that made it seem as if he would approach her at any point and attack her like a backwatered, savage brute. They both held an intensifying gaze toward one another, holding their own stances with a heated dislike, and Green grounded his teeth together as he heard Red speaking in his head to stop acting so childishly, it was pathetic, he was only screwing himself over in the end. Green's hand twitched under the pressure, waiting to crack so he could have the chance to willingly punch Red square in the jaw.

"Fuck this!" he drawled loudly, stuffing his hands into his pockets in defeat. "I am D-O-N-E, done. Let me do the world a favor and sign myself out of school today. Fuck you—" he spat in Red's direction, "—fuck this—" he hissed, giving the quickest glance at the cringing, gnarly blue ceiling, "fuck everyone, I am so out of here."

Walking out the door, he snatched his backpack, lying in the office, ignoring the shrill protest of his guidance counselor demanding his return before he raised the suspension to two weeks, as if that would scare the one model student of this school. It absolutely did not affect Green at all. He chuckled dryly to himself, circling his hands around his mouth to respond back with a "smell ya later!"

'See you in two weeks,' he thought smugly. Passing his "friends," he casually strode off campus, opting to walk home to prolong the eventual confrontation of his death sentence from his grandfather.

He had many things on his mind: his desire to have taken Eevee, who no doubt hid obediently in his carrier, the chilly weather he would have to endure until he reached his house, and the urge to pop a pill or two and appease the necessity to cool his head after taking in too many thoughts at once for one extraneous afternoon.

A/N: Goodbye friends have you been disappointed yet. (i had to ask around like madman with my friends where the hell do people report even to when their ass 'bout to get suspended 'cause i cant ask the friends that would really know 'cause they either quit school or went to night school like wtf)

but seriously guys jesus dicks 40+ reviews and yet i couldnt haul my ass to write for shit i am so sorry. ive been in a creative slump and im still not doing too well to get ideas like i have them i really do its just putting them directly into words and not ugly bullshit whine whine whine. 'Till next time!