Lucy didn't seem interested in catching his eye, though Edward couldn't say he minded much--didn't know her too well yet, after all, and when your only common hobby is drugs, well ... wasn't exactly shocking to him that she might not be fascinated in his conversational opinions. The girl with her--Laura, maybe? Lana, Laney? He knew he knew it, just on the tip of his tongue--seemed to catch sight of him, but he made no reaction to it, not that she looked his way long enough to really take notice if he did.

He was about a quarter of the way through his sandwich--slow eater, always had been, and not much of an appetite recently anyway--when the principal spoke, and he lifted his head with mild interest. If he had any scrap of self preservation it'd be telling him to be more concerned about this, but he couldn't find it in himself to be. So some kids got into some shit they couldn't get out of? Not his problem--he knew what crap he was in, after all, knew he was in deep and it was prolly gonna bite him in the ass later in life, but hey, at least he knew it.

It was the bullet and the blood that really got him moving--the threat hanging over his head of failing body and early death that came with drug habits was one thing, but the immediate threat of a shooter in a school was different, and he knew he didn't want to die [i]today[/i] at least. He stuffed the remains of his lunch back in the bag and stood up, moving to skirt his way out of the room, maybe call it trauma and head home.