"Right," she said, nodding sagely as she got out her science notebook. "I suppose getting into fights would take a lot out of a person."
"It was close," she said sternly, "and it would have escalated. Trust me on that. He was getting pretty mad."
"I'm fine with that. It's not the reason I'm tired, really." He crossed his arms. "His anger doesn't keep me up at night."
She smirked slightly before returning to her notebook to write the date. "Then why were you up late?"
She blinked, obviously surprised he'd asked. "Because I'm curious," she replied, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
She tilted her head slightly. "You're being rude," she said calmly. "But that's okay. I know that if I did mind my own business, you'd be beaten to a pulp or forced to walk home in the middle of the night."
"Right," she said easily. "But you took the ride when it was offered anyway." She returned to her notebook, rolling her eyes. "Even though you supposedly wanted to walk."
"Keep telling yourself that, Craw," she said amusedly as the teacher walked in. "Good morning, class!" he exclaimed. "Today, we're starting on our bone unit projects." The class groaned. "You will be working in your partnerships from last week," he continued as if he hadn't heard anything, "to create a model of the bone structure of one area of the body. Your choice. I'm passing out the rubric now. Read it carefully."
She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, amused. "It's the running trend," she explained. "You thought yesterday was boring, and now you think today is boring. Chances are, this is a consistent thing for you."
