Here, have a pic of my kitty

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Contrary to what you thought it would be like, volley ball started off bad and got better.

Nah- you were lying.

It started off bad, and stayed bad.

Everyone else was already so physically fit that no matter how hard you tried to fit in, you just couldn't.

Hitting balls out of bounds, missing and upper-punching thin air stupidly, not reacting to things fast enough...

You couldn't compare to everyone else.

Luckily, miss fluffers was with you in that, breathless after rushing to hit the ball once.

You haven't asked for her name yet, too shy to be the one approaching, but you wanted to know. It'd be nice to know.

Sniffing and wiping the sweat from your forehead, you meandered around at the back line of the court. Your team was fine without you.

Picked second to last was no thing to by proud of- but watching them jump and hit, and win with that much fun was a bit dispointing.

Hearing a small rolling noise get closer, up you looked to your left to see a ball rolling towards you. Looking behind you, you see that that's the guys ball.

Wolf, on the side of the field closest to your field, raised a hand and volunteered to get it, running after it while still holding his arm up.

Running next to you, he picked the ball up and held out a hand for another high five.

You, once again, accepted this rather joyfully.

Watching as he ran back to his field, you turned back around to the game currently going on.

Okay- let's put some more effort into this.

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Gym class was finally over, thank the heavens. Godfrey congratulated everyone for working hard, you all high fived in a line- yada yada yada-

The point was, gym was over, and you were soaked with sweat.

You really wanted a shower, but a public shower wasn't necessarily what you would have wanted, so you sucked it up, and simple splashed some water on your face, and changed back into your normal clothes.

You caught sight of that floof ball again, catching the pink tufts just as they slipped out of the locker rooms, but shrugged it off at the thought of awkwardly trying to fit in a conversation, and instead went back to class, sitting down in your seat and wishing your friend was in this classroom too. Kinda sucked.

Moving your books around while waiting for the rest of the class to get back, but you were a bit perturbed when no one came waltzing through the doors.

Still, you stayed motionless, watching the doorway curiously when still no one came through.

It wasn't until you glanced at the clock that you realized what was really going on.

Twelve thirty two.

Isn't that...

You paled.

Past lunch time.

Standing up from your seat, you speed walked to the door.

Shoot!- you actually liked going to lunch, it gave you a break.

Speed walking to your lunch locker, which mind you was already clear from people, you opened a door and scooped your lunch out.

With that in hand, you tumbled your way in the direction of the lunch room.

Late again for lunch it would suppose.

The doors were closed shut, aimless chatter muffled through the doors.

You walked through without a second thought, glancing around for Wolf rather adamantly. Same table, same seat, so it wasn't that hard. He waved at you the moment he spotted you at the entrance.

Returning his wave and shuffling in his direction, you took a seat opposite to him, brushing his foot by accident.

"Sup (Y/N)." He spoke, taking a bite into his sandwich and watching as you unzipped your lunch box.

"Nothing much dude- how bout's you."

He shrugged, mouth full of what seemed to be ham. He seemed in good spirits today, a generally more happy feel about him.

Peeking into your lunch box, you searched for a drumstick in order to fulfill your promise to him, but in turn you found a soft pretzel, some chips, and a drink.

You looked to him, sighing and shrugging your shoulders, "Sorry dude- I don't have one today."

In return, he waved his hand rapidly, "No-no no no- it's chill man." His expression turned sheepish, "I actually shouldn't have eaten the bone you gave me." He paused, placing his hand on his throat, "My throat was destroyed- hehe."

You chuckled, "Psh- I thought you did that all the time the way you shoved it into your mouth."

He coughed out his own laugh, "HAH- Major bad idea- I honestly don't know what I was thinking.

Giggling a bit, you unwrapped your soft pretzel, taking a bit of it.

Wolf's brown eyes glanced at what was in your hand before continuing, "Though I'm glad I did think that eating a bone was a good idea- cause I probs would have just kept being a loner otherwise."

You smiled, "Yeah- I'm pretty glad too."

The both of you chuckled at each other, and you held out your hand, "Loners? my bro?"

Clasping your hand with a grin, Wolf gave it a hard shake before repeating you, "Loners, my bro."

After that, you both relaxed. Chatted about a few games, discussed a rather thought out conversation about why muffins where cupcakes without icing, and finished lunch by sharing our school woes and a bag of chips.

A nice, pleasant experience, that could be added to your list of pleasant experiences.

When you finally had to part ways, it was rather sad, the both of you waving and jokingly whining about how you couldn't live without each other. People gave us some strange looks, but it was fun.

Entering the classroom, you noticed you were the third person to walk in. The pink poof sitting in the back of the room, and Endre sitting at your desk being the other two before you.

Shuffling over to your desk, you took your seat next to Endre, pulling out your English book before plopping your head down on your desk. This was "The Dragon's Class" so your mood went from a seventy to a twenty rather fast.

Any type of word from Mr. Murphy was like a death sentence.

Glancing to your right, you eyed what Endre was doing.

Pulling apart a pen is what it seemed like.

He likes to do that- doesn't he. You imagine it's more of a nervous habit though.

Opening your mouth, you paused before cutting yourself off. You wanted to say something, but you weren't quite sure what.

Opening your mouth again, you looked at the now dismembered pen before closing your mouth- again.

You just didn't know what to say; You only knew you wanted to say something. That part was rather prominent.

Sighing, you took out your own pencil case, digging through it to check that you had everything. Sure enough, nothing had changed since you last saw it, so you zipped it back up and placed it on the table. Looking over at his hands another time, you watched as he put the pen back together.

Shaking your head, you decided not to focus on what he was doing, and instead glance around the class room.

Most people were in their seats now, whispering to each other and laughing quietly.

Everyone hushed up when Mr. Murphy walked in though. His air of refined taste following just on his tail.

"Good afternoon everyone." He placed his things on the podium, turning his attention to you and walking to your desk.

"Homework." He said simply, holding his hand in your direction.

You complied, opening your folder and handing it to him.

"I understand that sick students- although injured in this case- don't work as properly as healthy students, but still try to hand in your work. Another late and I'll have to write you up."

He squinted in your direction one last time before walking back to his desk.

Your heart died in your throat from his words, dread spit balling it's way into your guts. Your mood was officially a four. Four point fear. Scratch that, a five. Your own pun made you feel slightly better.

He started handing out graded papers soon after that, elegant writing and notes on each of the students papers. He may have been harsh, but he gave detailed instructions on how to do things- so it was easy to understand what he said.

Thankfully, you weren't that bad at English, so when a paper with an A minus was placed in front of you, you were relatively pleased.

Neatly placing that paper into your binder, you took your book out and pre-opened it to where you had last left off in English.

After he finished handing things out, he walked to his podium, which was actually rather short compared to him with how tall he was, and opened his mouth to speak.

"Everyone open to page thirteen, we'll begin were we left off."

You dead panned.

Here we go, again.

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Welp- not too much happened in this chapter- but aye- you and mr. Wolf are making some more progress as frans.

The real question is why Endre loves to pull apart pens.

Lol- not that hard to figure out.