01-06-2014, 02:58 AM
"It would," Brendan agreed, scoffing quietly. His gaze went back to the board, but he didn't seem to be paying attention now. He'd lost what the teacher was doing, and wasn't altogether too inspired to try and catch on again. It was far too much effort.
After a while, he glanced back to the Manson boy. "So why that color, bud? It's not exactly subtle."
He was feeling particularly snarky that morning. Perhaps it was the encounter with his father. The thought made Brendan rub his jaw gently. It was still tender.
Brendan felt himself dreading the full day of classes. He couldn't wait to get out of there already.
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