Phoebe was just reaching the gym. She quickly changed, and slipped into the gym, sitting on the bleachers, waiting for class to start. She was absently playing with some vines, causing them to twist and turn, as she thought. A habit of hers she just hadn't ever been able to shake. 

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Connor sighed. He stood there for a minute, wondering what he could do. Eventually, he started off to gym, hoping that was where she was going. He ran a hand through his hair as if to brush it, but just messed it up. He sighed again, heading into the gym