Glory wasn't in the mood to bait Selena's little posse, so she figured she would wait until one of them came to her. It was still too early to expend any energy on them. What she wouldn't give to still be asleep... Léan had the right idea, sleeping all day...

When the bell rang, Selena's posse, apparently noticing that she wasn't feeling too well, left her be and scattered across the room, sitting wherever they pleased. Selena sat next to Glory, having waited until the very last second to sit, and put her head down while the teacher started taking attendance.

Viktor sat near the back of the room. He was sneaking texts on his cell phone and wanted to be as far away from the teacher as possible. He was glad this teacher didn't have a seating chart--otherwise, he'd be in the front row, and he knew it.

"You look tired," Glory murmured to Selena. "Did you get any sleep at all?"

Selena groaned quietly and lifted her head, shaking it as she did so. "Lots of homework...and this whole thing with Viktor is still really upsetting me. Combine all of that with my mother's nasty mood last night and you have one fresh sleepless night, hand-made and delivered to me..."

"Do you want to stay at my place tonight?" Glory offered. She knew exactly what it was like to have her mother in a bad mood. "Peace and quiet to do your homework and all that good stuff, and I know Nana won't object. She's been on my case about making friends at school anyways."

Immediately, Selena looked wary, and concerned. "...I could, I suppose..." She glanced at the teacher, who was busy rambling away and writing on the board, and then back at her. "But...it would be awkward...considering your other friends."

It seemed like she was still unsure about getting anywhere near Léan.

"Selena, sweetie, I don't know if you noticed, but it's actually cold today," Glory pointed out. "The most I'll probably do is let them know I'm home and that I brought a friend with me, and they'll stay under the rocks." Which was true. Léan would probably still be asleep by the time she got back, and Archie would stay with Damon, especially if Glory had a guest.

Selena still seemed like she didn't buy it, and she stared off into space for a moment before glancing back at her. "Sure, if you'd like to me to. I'd just need to pick some things up from my house on the way home..."

"That's fine," Glory replied. "I can give you a ride home so you can get what you need. I know what it's like to need to get away from home for a while." She grinned. "Did I tell you that I ran away from my aunt's house three times? I got to know the police on a first-name basis because the same two officers came to get me every time I ran off."

Selena seemed like she didn't know if she wanted to look surprised or impressed. Her expression was a mix of both. "That's...awesome," she muttered finally. "I don't want to run away, mostly because I have nowhere else to go except into foster care."

Selena paused for a moment from the conversation when she was called on to answer a question. She looked puzzled for a moment and then took a shot in the dark to answer it, which proved to be fruitful.

"My aunt WAS my foster-care," Glory said. "Probably why I rebelled the way I did. I like to think I mellowed out once I was allowed to stay with Nana. The judge took me from my mom when I was eleven, and I was with my aunt until last year. Like I said, I got to know the cops on a first-name basis. They were pretty cool, once you got past the blue shirts and badges."

"...Aw, but I like blue shirts," Selena commented off-handedly, jokingly. "Hm...I can understand that. At least you have your Nana...the only other family member of mine that I know of is my sister. In England..."

"I'm lucky to have Nana," Glory replied. "She took me in even after all the trouble I caused my aunt, and even knowing that her heart condition might act up. That's why I'm the one who does the shopping and cleaning and such, so she doesn't have to."

"Mm...I envy you," Selena replied, sounding rather truthful. "You had someone to run away to. I'm stuck with my mother..." She rested her head on one of her hands, eyeing the blackboard with distaste.

"You turn eighteen soon, right?" Glory asked, taking a shot in the dark. Hey, she herself was seventeen, almost eighteen, so it was a reasonable guess. "Or are you already eighteen?"

"October third," Selena replied, looking wistful. "Soon...very soon...but still so far away." It seemed like she very much wanted to be a full-fledged adult.

"Really?" Glory asked, surprised. "You're younger than I am? Granted, it's not by much, but I'm still in September."

"I guess I am younger..." Selena noted, just as surprised. "I'm usually older than most people are..." She glanced at the clock and, upon noticing the period was almost over, stealthily began to pack her things up.

"Bizarre," Glory murmured. "I'm used to being the youngest. Things are so backwards out of the city." Quietly, she slid her binder back into her bag, making sure not to draw attention to herself from the teacher. No sense in getting yelled at...

"Cities are usually more backwards than smaller towns," Selena retorted, stretching a bit. Once the bell rang, she stood up. "Ick...off to Cooking..."

"I'm heading to shop, so I'll see you later," Glory replied, slinging her bag over her shoulder. She could just see her afternoon being more interesting than her school day, and really wasn't looking forward to classes.

"See you," Selena called, still looking tired, as she slipped out into the hallway with her friends, who were back to chatting together excitedly.

Viktor didn't seem to feel like getting up. But, unwillingly, he shoved his phone into his pocket and stood up, also heading for the hall.

Glory went and plunked herself down in the shop, not really feeling like doing anything. She figured it was probably the weather making her so lethargic, since it was unusually cold for early fall, and she would probably perk back up after a good long nap or something. She didn't really react when Viktor came in, though she noticed he was on his phone again.

"Who are you talking to?" she asked, curious.

Viktor didn't seem to feel like doing anything for once. Instead, he plopped down next to her in his seat, texting with reckless abandon. He knew the shop teacher wouldn't care--their project was well along its way, anyway. He barely looked up from his phone.

"...Friend of mine. Curry," he replied, idly.

"Oh?" Glory asked. She wanted to ask if it was the hot redhead, but she didn't, waiting for him to give her the information on his own. No sense in getting in the middle of his and Selena's issues. For now, she would just quietly gather information on the sidelines.