>Something set the ptero weirdo off. Didn't see her at prom but I can hazard it's related. That tirade she went off on Alex was something too behold. We didn't even heckle her, so what's the deal?
>I stare at her from behind in science. Steaming and beyond furious. Wonder what crawled up her ass?
>Speaking of losers where's the skinnie gone? He's been off for the last few days, wonder if that's her problem? Weren't they a thing there for a bit? Bet he had enough and cut her out. Don't blame him.
>But then where's he gone? I lean over to Jeremy and ask him.
>"Don't you have that skinnie later in the day?"
>I get a nod back. "Yeah, why?"
>"He show up there?"
>"Nope."
>Now that's a real brain scratcher. If I'm remembering right Jaz said something about hearing the band weirdos having a shouting match the other day after school.
>I poke an eye up to see if Dr. Fernsworth is paying attention. Can't tell with those binoculars he calls glasses. I chance it and fire away.
>My phone quietly buzzes a few seconds later. I check it as fast as I can.
>"ya thy were sayin sumthin abt him. tty at lunch."
>I quickly toss the thing back in my pocket and lean back over.
>"Jaz's got a story for us at lunch."
>"Oh about the skinnie?"
>"Yup." I get a fist bump.
>Class, boring as always ends and I move through the day keeping my ear to the ground. I REALLY gotta know whats the deal here. Too funny not to.
>By the time lunch rolls around I've got several different stories. He's offed himself, he's transferred again, he's got a rich uncle that pulled him. Bullshit I'm sure.
>I get it right from a trusted source. I sit down at the table and she eagerly spills to the friend group.
>"Oh my god so I was going to detention yesterday and I heard yelling from the auditorium. Of course I had to listen in and it turns out those band freaks were having some sort of shouting match." I eagerly listen and toss some chips into my snout.
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