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[sub][color=slategray]A [@smarty0114] & [@Universorum] collab
Featuring: [color=ba314c]Katie Callaghan[/color] & [color=e2e520]Scott Lyon[/color]
Location: The Hallway, Wednesday Morning[/color][/sub][/center][hr][hr]


[indent]Katie and Noah went their separate ways once inside the high school, Noah mentioning something about an art project he had to go attend to. In all honesty, she wasn’t paying that much attention. Her life it seemed, had been turned on its head. 

Last night had been weird. Her entire interaction with Scott had been weird, and then, as if the universe was taunting her, she’d had that even weirder dream. No. Nightmare. As she made her way upstream through the constant flow of her fellow students, her mind wandered, far too distracted by a certain Gearhead to focus on anything else. No. Not a certain Gearhead. Math. She was thinking about math, and that was her final answer.

Unfortunately for Katie, she wasn’t going to be able to think about Math for much longer, because her locker was blocked by a certain Gearhead. [color=e2e520][b]“Katie, we need to talk.”[/b][/color] Scott Lyon. The last person that she wanted to see, on the planet, was parked in front of her locker. With none of his friends flanking him, Scott had came alone — and hopefully had come in peace. [color=e2e520][b]“Can we talk? Like, privately.”[/b][/color]

Katie stood there, stunned into silence. Holy shit. This was happening, just like her dream. Talk privately? No. No, no, no. She would be doing no such thing. Her mouth opening and closing a few times while she struggled to find her voice, she finally managed to shout a response. [color=ba314c][b]“Nope! I am super, super busy! Sorry!”[/b][/color] she said, much louder than she’d been expecting, drawing a few confused looks from her classmates. She turned on her heel, fast walking away from her locker, praying to whatever deity was taunting her that she had beaten out fate, that she wasn’t psychic and destined to make out with Scott Fucking Lyon.

Wait, no. This was [i]important[/i], why was he acting like this? Scott was quick to move after her, even putting a hand on her shoulder. [color=e2e520][b]“Katie, [i]hold up[/i]. It’s important.”[/b][/color] Scott called out before adding. [color=e2e520][b]“Look, I promise it won’t be weird. Nothing like…”[/b][/color] his words trailed off as he followed her into the crowd; hoping she’d catch the reference to the night before without making him [i]say it aloud.[/i] In [i][b]public[/b][/i].

Katie flinched at his touch, not because she didn’t like it, but because she was afraid that she might. Taking a deep breath, she turned around to face him, looking into his eyes for half a second and nodding. She glanced around the hall, saw an empty classroom, remembered her dream, and picked the janitor’s closet instead, opening the door and pulling Scott into the dimly lit room behind her. [color=ba314c][b]“Okay. What is it?”[/b][/color] she demanded, folding her arms across her chest and looking up at him.

[color=e2e520][i]Man this shit wasn’t fair.[/i][/color] Scott thought as he caught himself staring at Katie for a few seconds too long. When did she get pretty? Even in dim light, she was pretty. In fact, Scott had to exercise self control, to keep himself from blurting it out. Instead, he took a deep breath, and tried to let her down gently. [color=e2e520][b]“I think we should…”[/b][/color] There was a pause here, as he tried to think about how best to word what it was that he wanted to say.

[color=e2e520][b]“Stop? You know, like…. stop. Just stop. Never talk to each other again, no arguing, no screaming. No looking. No awkward. Just… stop.”[/b][/color] There. That got what he wanted out, and did so smoothly; at least he thought so. [color=e2e520][b]“I think we’re wasting too much of our life screaming at each other. Is it even… I dunno, worth it?”[/b][/color]

Holy shit. She wasn’t psychic. Thank God! He didn’t want to talk to her! Ever! This was great! She could just snip all the confusing feelings before they even had the chance to bloom. This was amazing. [color=ba314c][b]“I agree. Totally,”[/b][/color] she said, nodding enthusiastically. They stood there, staring awkwardly around the closet, neither sure of how to go about this, until finally, Katie reached for the door. [color=ba314c][b]“I’ll...see you around,”[/b][/color] she said awkwardly, before heading out of the small room, and back into the flow of students, off to class.

Fantastic. Wonderful. It was done. Scott could quit the chess club, cut off all ties to anyone that could possibly lead him into awkward situations involving her, and move on with his life. As he watched her walk out of the closet, Scott was left wondering one thing: why the fuck did he feel so empty now? After giving her a few moments to get to where she was going, Scott stepped out as well. The deed was done, and now he could go about his day.

He should have went with Plan B: Kiss her.[/indent]