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[color=1CA9C9]Location:[/color] The Durand House -> Homeroom
[color=1CA9C9]Interacting with:[/color] | [color=17aa99][b]A Double[/b][/color] [@Universorum]| [color=ff0066][b]The Qster[/b][/color] | [color=86c67c][b]Riff Raff[/b][/color] [@Silent Observer] | [color=b580f7][b]Rose[/b][/color] [@Lovely Complex] |
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Wyatt didn't want to go to school. He hated school. It was stupid and constricting and pointless and stupid. And pointless. There was always some teacher or shitty student waiting around to tell him how stupid he was, or how he needed to pay attention, or how he lacked motivation. If he'd stayed at A Double's last night, he probably would've just skipped and gone skating instead. But he'd stayed at home, cause the Dads demanded it, and so, skipping would be harder. They liked to drop him off right in front of the school, to make sure he went in. And once Wyatt went in, the teachers watched him like hawks watching mice. He wouldn't be able to leave if he tried.

This morning, he rolled out of bed, naked save for his boxers, and slowly shuffled into the bathroom, where he took a shower that was probably too short for anything to even be clean, not that Wyatt gave a fuck. He dressed himself in a baggy Disneyland sweater, and some jeans, old Converse and his antique watch. He looked straight out of 2017. He looked in the mirror and sighed. He wasn't excited in the slightest.

Downstairs, in the dining room, Jason Durand was seated, munching on a bowl of Lucky Charms, his long hair tied back into a bun. Wyatt came down and poured himself a bowl of Apple Jacks. [color=1ca9c9][b]"Is the Warden already at work,"[/b][/color] Wyatt asked, referring to his other father, Dr. Elton Durand. Jason looked up at his son, his "That Joke Was Good But Out of Line" face on. [b]Wyatt. Your dad is only hard on you because he cares. He loves you very much,"[/b] Jason said softly. Wyatt chuckled and took a bite of cereal. [color=1ca9c9][b]"Funny way of showing it."[/b][/color] Jason didn't retort. He'd learned a long time ago that fighting with Wyatt never went well, and unlike Elton, he tried to keep from giving Wyatt fuel for the fire. He loved him, but he certainly made it difficult.

The rest of their breakfast passed in silence, as did the drive to school. Once they got up in front Jason turned to Wyatt and smiled. [b]"Be good Wyatt. I love you. Have a good day,"[/b] [color=1ca9c9][b]"Yeah, yeah,"[/b][/color] Wyatt said nonchalantly, getting out of the car and walking into the school, head down. He watched as Jason's car drove off, and he thought about making a run for it, but the campus rent-a-cop was watching him from the flagpole. He sighed. [color=1ca9c9][i]Guess I'm stuck here. Might as well take the edge off.[/i][/color]

Being high at school wasn't abnormal for Wyatt. Hell, being high was routine for Wyatt. He knew the janitor's closet down the first hall was empty in the mornings, and had a vent that went right out side, so no one would suspect a thing. As kids shuffled between classes, he ducked into the dark closet and started rifling through his bag, until he felt a small ziploc. He pulled it out, but along with it came a bag of white powder, that fell to the ground. [color=1ca9c9][b]"Fuck,"[/b][/color] Wyatt muttered, bending down to snatch the bag up, before stowing it away. He sighed and began to pack the weed into a pipe, which he lit and blew, all into the vent. 

Fifteen minutes later, Wyatt snuck out of the closet, smelling faintly of pot, and made his way to Winship's class, a smidge late, but Winship never cared much. She was a cool teacher, and she liked Wyatt. He strolled on in and over to where Quincy and A Double were seated with Raf and Rose. He grinned and sat next to A Double, slinging his arm around his shoulder. [color=1ca9c9][b]"Howdy friends, welcome back to this wonderful day at BHHS!" [/b][/color] Wyatt crowed. Quincy gave him a quizzical look and then one of minor disappointment. [color=ff0066][b]"Wyatt? Are you high?"[/b][/color] [color=1ca9c9][b]"As a kite, Qster. Cock a doodle doo!"[/b][/color]