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[indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][i]Good 'ol lunch period.[/i]

Oliver had gotten to the point where he didn't particularly care for school anymore. He would wake up, go through the motions, do his work, and go home. Perhaps it was the Senioritis growing stronger by the day, but he was really looking forward to the day where he as finally free from Kings Academy. Prom wasn't his thing, but if he knew anything about Stella - which he did - he knew that Prom was definitely something that she would enjoy. Rather they would be together at that time - no. He wasn't going to think like that. He and Stella had literally [i]just[/i] started dating and there was no reason to think in that direction.

He hadn't seen Stella yet today, so he decided to head to lunch and do some weak brainstorming for some of his short stories. The young man found a section of a table all to himself, and so there is where he made himself his temporary place of comfort. [/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]