Casey left the library, having heard enough from the librarian, and feeling like he trusted the man even last than when he was in the dark. Sure, the guy probably wasn’t evil but he was certainly shady and his super-secret group of dudes spying on teenagers was creepy. He had certainly noticed how Peirce had shared all sorts of details about the slayer’s personal life while keeping his own motives and order still fairly private. He referred to his college as Watcher, which hardly sounded any more helpful than Adam’s term “looker.” So, Peirce lurked around watching things happen, but why not take a more active approach, what sort of character could a man who let teenagers fight battles for him possibly have. He had to agree with Danny and for once take the cynical point of view. 

As for Crowe, well Casey was fine with Peirce labeling him insane because he wasn’t exactly afraid of some redneck, rebel flag waving, loser vampire. He was annoyed that Peirce thought his group not threat enough for one vampire, they’d taken out plenty of vampires together, what was one more. 

Casey smirked at Adam’s comment as the guy headed to photography class; no family photo albums for him. “How about just an artistic nude of your mom then?” He snarked back at Adam. He somewhat surprised to hear Victoria’s lack of trust in both the slayer and the watcher. Not trusting Peirce was understandable, he’d been keeping secrets and withholding information, lies of omission were still lies to him. The Slayer on the other hand had done nothing but save their lives and probably had good reason for ducking out just now. Maybe, it was as Peirce said and she felt it was awkward but she certainly hadn’t done anything that he could see as wrong, and he always felt the best way to know if you could trust someone was to try it out and see what happens. 

Casey headed to his next class, Latin, his choice in foreign language credit. He been taking Latin since the eighth grade having an interest in being able to read those weird old occult books himself as well as a fascination with ancient Romans. In general, he wasn’t the academic type but he found this class both fun and helpful in his true passion; monster hunting. He had put a fair amount of thought into his class schedule, first coffee and waking up time aka study hall, once awake and caffeinated, Latin, a class he paid attention in and gave half a damn about. Following that he had computer programming, something simple and relaxing, but also boring for him as he had no real interest in it and he used the time mostly to finish up any homework he needed done or to goof around online. Finally, just before lunch was his terrible mistake; woodshop. He had assumed it would be an easy course, the meatheads on the football team always took it, but, everyday Casey was counting himself lucky that he still had all his fingers and limbs at the end of forth period. He took his seat in woodshop and hoped like hell that lucky streak would continue.