Typical jocks...

Liz just remained silent while Kyle palled around with his fellow teammates, every one of them a musclebound neanderthal, spouting the usual dimwitted, inane prattle of [i]dude[/i] and [i]brah[/i], fist pumping and testosterone abound.  Liz merely ignored the whole spectacle, opting to light another cigarette to take some of the edge off.  After a few drags, the dipshits headed off, probably to jerk each other off in the locker rooms or some shit.

Still, it didn't change how she saw Kyle.  He looked like he didn't want to be part of their crowd either... maybe that's why she gravitated so much towards him, an outsider...just like her.

The goodbye...it was abrupt, yet still sincere.  [color=00aeef]"Umm...y-yeah.  See you later."[/color]  Liz sighed, a wry smile returned as Kyle went his separate way, and Liz her own.  None too soon did that small light darken and her smile revert to a soft frown.  Oh well, she could still catch up to him after school...maybe.  

After a while she had shambled in to her first class, taking her seat at the far back per usual next to the window.  She slumped into her desk, laying her head on the polished, chilled surface with her arms cradled around her, her distant, apathetic glance only towards the window, towards the cold, gray sky and the leaves flickering through the wind.