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Wilbur knew he should have stayed after class to check his grade with Mrs Forrester, if for no other reason than to know what his mother was going to find out when she sent her email. Instead, he got up and fled as soon as the bell rang, barely waiting around for Jon to catch up. But Jon was quick to get out of there as well, catching up before Wilbur had a chance to get very far.

"Why didn't you tell me you got your car back?" Jon asked, trying to stuff his coat through the straps of his backpack.

"I only got it back this morning. But it doesn't matter, because that bitch is gonna make me lose it again until I graduate," Wilbur said grimly.

The walk toward the cafeteria was chaotic, with students crowding around all the vending machines and the Student Store window.

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I had no idea what the hell she was talking about either," Jon said as he slid into line to for the Student Store, oblivious to Wilbur's incredulity. Like every one in front of him, he was hopping impatiently and keeping one eye on the clock, weighing his stomach against being late for his next class.

"Why didn't you say anything in class?" Wilbur demanded.

Jon shrugged. "You were already asking questions," he said.

Wilbur punched him in the arm. "I was the only one! I looked like a fucking moron." He crossed his arms over his chest and looked away.

"No more than usual," Jon said.

"Shut up. I'm serious," Wilbur warned. "I don't want to hear about it."

"Whatever," Jon said, already pulling out his wallet to be ready when it was his turn. "Would your parents approve of a 'study night'?"

Wilbur almost said yes, until he remembered. "No, I probably shouldn't have anybody over right now. There's a thing in my closet, and I don't know when we're gonna be able to get someone to take care of it."

"Oh, ick," Jon said. "What'd it look like?"

"I don't know. I didn't stick around long enough to find out," Wilbur said, though part of him kind of wished that he had, and he wasn’t sure why. "I'm on the couch for now, until who knows when."

"Yeah, my cousin gets them all the time. His dad's always on the couch, because they've been getting a divorce forever, so Matt just stays in his room like it makes him some kind of baddass or something." There were two people in front of Jon, and less than five minutes left of their break, and his impatient bouncing was getting worse. His dreadlocks slapped against the sides of his face each time he bounced on his feet, keeping an unsteady cadence. "He's always got all these really nasty bruises all over the place."

"He should make his dad sleep in there," Wilbur said.

"Yeah, no kidding right? I would," Jon agreed.

"But hey, I was thinking about going out to Hayden Island today, though," Wilbur said, pulling his camcorder from his coat pocket. "My neighbour was having a getting evicted sale, and I picked this up."

Jon looked over at it as it came to his turn in line. He looked over the meagre selection at the counter and groaned, before pointing at the last muffin on the rack. "I'll take that," he told the girl behind the counter.

"Two dollars," she told him, putting the muffin down on a napkin in front of him.

Jon parted with his cash and took the giant muffin, already tearing into it in a hopeless attempt to eat it all before class started. The two of them started walking quickly back toward the north wing, finding the crowd much more thinned out.

"What’s at Hayden Island? You wanna go film stuff at Jantzen Beach or something?" Jon asked, mumbled and spitting crumbs everywhere.

"No, not Jantzen Beach. I wanna go to Oakbridge," Wilbur said, turning the camera to face Jon, even thought it wasn’t even on. "There's got to be all sorts of wild shit in there worth filming."

Jon looked at him with wide-eyed disbelief. “There’s all sorts of wild shit in your closet, apparently. Film that,” he said.

They walked into Mrs Kane’s current events class together as the bell rang. They ran to their seats in the back row as Mrs Kane got up to begin taking attendance.

“Wilbur Park and Jon Lewis. Late again,” she announced.

“No, we’re here!” Jon insisted, sitting down.

“On time is in your seat when the bell rings. No eating in class,” Mrs Kane said, making little check marks on her roll call sheet. She glanced over the rest of the class, quietly marking down everyone who wasn’t in their assigned seats.

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Wilbur knew he should have stayed after class to check his grade with Mrs Forrester, if for no other reason than to know what his mother was going to find out when she sent her email. Instead, he got up and fled as soon as the bell rang, barely waiting around for Jon to catch up. But Jon was quick to get out of there as well, catching up before Wilbur had a chance to get very far.

"Why didn't you tell me you got your car back?" Jon asked, trying to stuff his coat through the straps of his backpack.

"I only got it back this morning. But it doesn't matter, because that bitch is gonna make me lose it again until I graduate," Wilbur said grimly.

The walk toward the cafeteria was chaotic, with students crowding around all the vending machines and the Student Store window.

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I had no idea what the hell she was talking about either," Jon said as he slid into line to for the Student Store, oblivious to Wilbur's incredulity. Like every one in front of him, he was hopping impatiently and keeping one eye on the clock, weighing his stomach against being late for his next class.

"Why didn't you say anything in class?" Wilbur demanded.

Jon shrugged. "You were already asking questions," he said.

Wilbur punched him in the arm. "I was the only one! I looked like a fucking moron." He crossed his arms over his chest and looked away.

"No more than usual," Jon said.

"Shut up. I'm serious," Wilbur warned. "I don't want to hear about it."

"Whatever," Jon said, already pulling out his wallet to be ready when it was his turn. "Would your parents approve of a 'study night'?"

Wilbur almost said yes, until he remembered. "No, I probably shouldn't have anybody over right now. There's a thing in my closet, and I don't know when we're gonna be able to get someone to take care of it."

"Oh, ick," Jon said. "What'd it look like?"

"I don't know. I didn't stick around long enough to find out," Wilbur said, though part of him kind of wished that he had, and he wasn’t sure why. "I'm on the couch for now, until who knows when."

"Yeah, my cousin gets them all the time. His dad's always on the couch, because they've been getting a divorce forever, so Matt just stays in his room like it makes him some kind of baddass or something." There were two people in front of Jon, and less than five minutes left of their break, and his impatient bouncing was getting worse. His dreadlocks slapped against the sides of his face each time he bounced on his feet, keeping an unsteady cadence. "He's always got all these really nasty bruises all over the place."

"He should make his dad sleep in there," Wilbur said.

"Yeah, no kidding right? I would," Jon agreed.

"But hey, I was thinking about going out to Hayden Island today, though," Wilbur said, pulling his camcorder from his coat pocket. "My neighbour was having a getting evicted sale, and I picked this up."

Jon looked over at it as it came to his turn in line. He looked over the meagre selection at the counter and groaned, before pointing at the last muffin on the rack. "I'll take that," he told the girl behind the counter.

"Two dollars," she told him, putting the muffin down on a napkin in front of him.

Jon parted with his cash and took the giant muffin, already tearing into it in a hopeless attempt to eat it all before class started. The two of them started walking quickly back toward the north wing, finding the crowd much more thinned out.

"What’s at Hayden Island? You wanna go film stuff at Jantzen Beach or something?" Jon asked, mumbled and spitting crumbs everywhere.

"No, not Jantzen Beach. I wanna go to Oakbridge," Wilbur said, turning the camera to face Jon, even thought it wasn’t even on. "There's got to be all sorts of wild shit in there worth filming."

Jon looked at him with wide-eyed disbelief. “There’s all sorts of wild shit in your closet, apparently. Film that,” he said.

They walked into Mrs Kane’s current events class together as the bell rang. They ran to their seats in the back row as Mrs Kane got up to begin taking attendance.

“Wilbur Park and Jon Lewis. Late again,” she announced.

“No, we’re here!” Jon insisted, sitting down.

“On time is in your seat when the bell rings. No eating in class,” Mrs Kane said, making little check marks on her roll call sheet. She glanced over the rest of the class, quietly marking down everyone who wasn’t in their assigned seats.