01-06-2014, 02:17 AM
Class had started. Running a hand through his hair, Brendan slipped his phone into his pocket after setting his status to "away." He'd have to check in later. He almost felt bad for being so aggressive in the chat room, but ... that was how he naturally reacted. Hopefully, he hadn't offended anyone.
As the math teacher began to talk about the basic equations that they'd be working on, Brendan found himself listening. To anyone who knew him, they knew this was a rare thing. Especially in math. But ... he had to get out of school one of these days. Maybe this year was the year to start trying. If he could get out of school, then he could get his mother away from Mr. Malfayn.
Brendan had actually been paying attention to the class when the door opened. Seeing the male with dark violet hair, a slight smile pulled at the corner of his lips. Manson. He was a Manson. And, of course, his desk was right next to Brendan. As the other youth sat down, Brendan's brown eyes darted over to him.
"Get lost in the hallway?" he asked in a whisper, a slight smirk on his lips. So much for paying attention to the instructor.
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