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"[color=green]Can you not--[/color]"

"[color=darkgreen]Wait for me![/color]"

"[color=yellowgreen]OW! You're stepping on me![/color]"

"[color=teal][i]Will you move out of the way?![/i][/color]"

Taking in a deep breath, Kalder raised his head to his hands, rubbing his temples as he watched the trio of those he called friends trip over one another. Actually, what happened is that Coco tripped and brought the entirety of the hallway down with him. Funny, he didn't see Coco smoke anything on the ride over, though admittedly his mind was in another place. He watched the guys untangle themselves, with Noel shoving Coco in annoyance. Blake was less than pleased, though a pair of random boys had graciously offered her their hands, to which she gladly took to pull herself back to her feet. Once everyone was standing, they continued their walk, taking their seats at the appropriate table as the mess of students organized themselves. Pressing his knuckles against his chin, he ignored the ongoing conversation, though every once in a while, he felt something pressing his shoulder. He ignored it for a bit, though eventually his annoyance snapped him out of his reverie. Letting out a sigh, he turned to a frowning Benjamin. 

Benjamin, the gym-addict who has known to get trapped admiring his own muscles, apparently had wanted his attention. "[color=yellowgreen]Reckon I'll get a spot on the team this year?[/color]" He asked with a toothy grin, a much-too hopeful expression on his face.

Coco, the eternally confused yet amicable stoner who had to normally concentrate to understand the conversation at hand, pouted. "[color=darkgreen]Hey, if you want to be on the team, you need to put in some real commitment and not go skirt-chasing,[/color]" He pointed out.

Noel, the smartass, dumbass daredevil that always had a plan, was in agreement. "[color=green]If you're going to be my other Beater, you need to differentiate between green and the other colors,[/color]" He said.

Blake, the girl who never studied yet excelled in her grades, leet out a chuckle. "[color=teal]My primary concern is him staying in flight,[/color]" She couldn't help but poke fun at him.

Kalder was as unsure as the rest, but he knew Benjamin had dedication in him--if he could only focus. Still, Kalder mulled over his words, trying to place them carefully as his gaze went back to the crowd. At first he was unfocused, but in that moment, something in his head had clicked. There was someone looking at him, possibly by chance. It wasn't the first time, nor would it be the last, but those eyes looked so familiar. How could he forget those eyes that once looked at him so lovingly? Her face, her hair, her eyes--his heart skipped a beat as he realized they had made eye contact. She was looking right at him. And he looked right back.

"[color=springgreen]Demi...[/color]" Her name had escaped him unwillingly.

"[color=yellowgreen]The what now?[/color]" Benjamin shook Kalder's shoulder, trying to bring him out of his trance.

"[color=teal]Demented. I believe that's what I heard,[/color]" Blake nodded solemnly.

"[color=yellowgreen]That's bloody rude![/color]"