Title:           Week19 - GreentextSavant
Author:          AlexanderGrey
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First Edit:      Saturday 30th of July 2016 05:38:10 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 30th of July 2016 05:38:10 PM CDT

LISTEN:
>You’re keeping an eye on Indigo Zap throughout the lesson.
>She doesn’t seem to be acting too erratically, but you’re pretty sure that she might be doing something in allegiance with that Sour Sweet you had to deal with yesterday. The girl does have her phone out, which you do enforce as against the classroom rules.
>But you ignore it at first, trying to to start up any scenes you don’t want to deal with.
>On her phone, Indigo continues to text Sour Sweet, half hoping that the teacher catches her. [He didn’t do anything yet.] She repeats for the third time.
>Sour Sweet starts to grow impatient, not wanting to let all of the time slip away before its too late to do anything.
>[Okay listen.] Sour tries to speed things up. [Just randomly flirt with him out of nowhere.]
>[wtf why?] Indigo frantically types and hold her phone up in hopes of being called out. [I need a detention, not a restraining order.]
>[Do you even understand what you’re trying to do here? You’re SUPPOSED to flirt with him!]
>[That’s for later, are you serious right now?]
>A few audible groans come out of Indigo as she argues with her friend over text messages. You notice the change in attitude from her almost deliberately trying to get you to notice to her holding her phone a bit lower and trying to convey a message to whoever it is she’s typing to.
>This is when you know that confiscating her phone isn’t something she wants you to do; it’s safe to assume that there are no plans in place.
“Miss Zap.” You interrupt your lecture, making all of the other students’ heads in the room turn towards the girl’s desk. “Your phone.”
>The girl’s face has been reddened for the past couple of minutes or so, mostly due to what she and Sour Sweet have been saying.
“Now.” You insist, already walking over to her.
>Indigo Zap doesn’t even have time to close out of messages by the time you swipe the phone out of her hand. She didn’t even realize that she had extended her arm out, wanting to appear obedient.
“Why were you texting in the middle of class, Miss Zap?” You’re sure she’s going to give you some sort of snarky answer.
>What she says next surprises you.
>”Can I at least close out of my text messages? Please?” There is a lot of desperation in her voice and a nearly glowing red on her face.
>There was a reason why she didn’t want you seeing her texting anymore, isn’t there?
“Why? What’s so important about…” You catch the shortest glimpse of her screen while a couple of the students snicker in your direction.
>With the exception of Lemon Zest, or course. She doesn’t even have any idea what’s going on with her gaze far off into the other corner of the room and her headphones deafening her to the situation occurring outside of the music she listens to.
>The last couple of messages:
>[C’mon it’ll get him thinking!] Sour Sweet’s number pleads.
>[About what?] Indigo Zap had to pay more attention to her phone than the note taking in order to accurately type her messages.
>[Hot things of course. Do I have to spoon feed this whole thing to you?]
>[No, it doesn’t matter. You promised to never bring it up again when I told you I’m bi.]
>[But it will make him think, don’t you understand?]
>[No, I’m not doing that. This is stupi] The last message from Indigo Zap has yet to be sent.
>You do not acknowledge what the messages said and hand the phone back to the girl with a straight face. She has no way of at least proving to herself that you saw, other than the way you look away all of a sudden.
>She closes out of her text messages and hands the phone back to you.
>That blush on her face makes you feel bad for the girl.
>If there’s anything you’re sure about, you’re not keeping her after school for detention.
“You’ll get this back after class.” You slip the phone into that same drawer on your desk and resume the lecture.
>Indigo’s mind drifts to drastic measures regarding detention-worthy behavior.
>Zest is literally completely unaware of the situation going on. She continues to stay lost in her world of hit 80’s songs as you continue the lesson as nonchalantly as you can.
>Watch Indigo Zap sit there in her seat with her pencil in hand, but she doesn’t write anything down.
>You can hear the phone vibrating in the desk drawer over and over again as the lesson goes on, but you don’t care enough to do anything other than to ignore it.
>The crusades has always been a fun topic for you to teach. You can’t wait for the after school session with Zest regarding the subject. You’ve even written yourself a sticky note.
>Meanwhile, Indigo Zap looks around at the other students taking their notes. She frowns, still trying to think of a way to get a detention.
>But an idea doesn’t take long to come to her head after hearing the phone vibrate in the drawer a few times.
>The girl stands up.
“Miss Zap, are you going somewhere?”
>She looks at you with a challenging face, still moving forward. It’s easy to tell that she has thrown all worries about getting a detention into the wind.
>You watch her approach your desk and start to pull at the drawer. The vibrating against the interior metal surface continues as Sour Sweet apparently sends more and more text messages, but it doesn’t stop as Indigo finds herself unable to open the locked drawer.
“Uhh… that’s locked, you know.” Your response is quite the apathetic one.
>She doesn’t even ask anything as a question. “Let me turn the thing off.”
>You gesture for her to step away from the drawer so you can unlock it. She doesn’t budge.
“Miss Zap.”
>Okay, now you’re starting to become annoyed.
>”I want my phone back!”
>”Are you kidding me?” One of the students in the back of the room begins to gripe.
>Indigo starts violently yanking at the drawer handle like some sort of wild barbarian, grunting loudly.
>This is going to be on camera.
>”My phone!” The girl repeats.
“Miss Zap, please get away from there.” You’re using the calmest voice you can.
>”No! It’s ringing and I have to answer it!” She makes the desk slide towards her a little bit from the force of her pulling it.
>You walk over to her, wanting more than anything else to pull her away from your stuff that’s loudly falling over on the surface, soon to include your computer monitor. But you cross your arms, careful about what some certain things might look like.
>If anything, you’re more likely hoping that Cinch is watching this all happen as Indigo Zap pulls away at the locked drawer, but you can’t verify that she sees anything until you call her from your desk phone.
>Which is on the surface of your desk with Indigo Zap between you and the phone itself.
“It’s locked. You can’t open it. You’d need a key.” You talk over her attempts to interrupt you.
>”Why did you lock it in there?”
>Every student in the room is trying their hardest to keep their laughter in; something like this comes once in a blue moon when it comes to dragging oneself through the school day. Disturbing misbehavior looks a lot more interesting.
>The only thing you find funny about this is the fact that Zest has yet to register anything that is going on right now. Her eyes are tightly shut as she continues to head-bang to what you’re pretty sure is a heavy metal song.
>”Open the drawer!” Indigo Zap is yelling loud enough for you to tell that she might as well be trying to get herself into detention.
>Seeing what Sour Sweet tried to do last time, you’d rather not take your chances with her possibly wanting to do something similar. Especially since you often see those two talking to eachother… and giggling while they start to whisper and look in your direction.
>All you do is hold the key up in front of yourself and wait for the girl to run out of steam.
>The students all stare at you in disbelief, having had no idea what would happen if one of the students acted up this much. This is a prestigious school; one where students rarely get into disciplinary predicaments, aside the times someone walks into the conference room.
>The girl at the desk finally stops, not having been able to bring down your computer monitor with the force of her pulling on the drawer.
>You wait for her to spot the keys in your hand, and to your surprise, she swipes it away in less than a second of noticing them.
>It’s clear that the students are expecting you to give her a detention. And that’s exactly what you’re going to… appear… to do.
>She turns off her phone after fishing it out of the drawer, the key still in the keyhole. Her arms cross in front of her and a pout takes over her face as you awkwardly face her.
>”Yeah.” She only says one word in a sassy tone.
“Yeah?”
>”Yeah. Whatcha gonna do, huh? Whatcha gonna do, big guy?”
“Well I know what you’re gonna do.”
>”Mhm?”
>You can tell she’s holding back a smile as you reach over to a small bin on your desk and pull out a detention slip. The entire class ‘ooh’s as quietly as they can, barely audible over the music coming from Zest’s headphones.
>It’s surprising how no one’s complained about that music yet.
“You ARE going to fill this out.” You pretend to explain as you hand the slip over to her.
>She more than gladly takes it. “Kay.” The girl trots back over to her seat and notices the eyes of every classmate fixed on her with the exception of those of Lemon Zest.
>”The fuck you guys looking at?” Indigo doesn’t even give the slightest of fucks. “Well?”
>They must have been scared of the girl prior to this day; they look back down at their papers, or out the window, or anywhere other than in her direction.
“How’d you like a trip to Cinch’s office?” You’re starting to have fun with this.
>You know what you’re going to put in a later email to your superior.
>Indigo Zap had already stood back up before you said anything. It’s obvious that for once, you and her on on the same page.
>She silently leaves.
>The entire class erupts in laughter after they know the girl is out of hearing rage of the classroom. You try not to join them, and Zest still has no idea what’s going on until there’s a silence in her headphones right between two of the songs she listens to.
>”What’s going on?” The girl lifts one of the ear pieces off.
>”Oh my god! You’re not going to believe thi-” One of the students is cut off by your answer.
“Miss Zap had a little trouble contacting her friend, so I sent her to Cinch’s office where she has better reception.” You see your response as clever until you realize something from the way you worded it.
>What if Indigo Zap simply goes to meet up with Sour Sweet instead of reporting to the principal’s off-
>Wait, nevermind.
>You can just make a call to Cinch herself and let her know that you sent Indigo Zap up to her office… which is something you were supposed to do anyway. You go over to your desk and make the call.
>Lemon Zest starts to giggle as she hears you relay everything that happened to Cinch over the phone. The lesson is eventually continued for the remainder of class time that’s left, which turns out to be nothing more than a few minutes anyway.
>Give the class a short rant about the main participants of the Crusades before letting them go a little early. Zest gives you a thumbs up, reinforcing that she’s going to be returning here to the classroom later today to take notes for this lesson which you insisted to her and the class that it’s one of your favorite ones.
>It warms your heart to see that this girl is excited to learn something today, and you’re not about to let Indigo get in the way of that. Send Cinch a very concise email in between classes and send it right after Sugarcoat enters through the door.
>…
>Cinch watches Indigo Zap sit down in the seat before her desk in the principal’s office. The phone is still in her hand, just like how it had been described to her over the phone.
>The girl continued to text Sour Sweet, answering all of the million and one question she had texted to her while the phone was in the drawer.
>[You did it!] Sour Sweet congratulates. [see? that didn’t take much]
>[I said shut up. I’m not going to respond to your bullshit. He knows I’m bi now.]
>[Why is that even important? Most of the other students pretty much knew that anyway.]
>[But none of the teachers!]
>[Indy, listen. Here’s what I think:]
>Indigo Zap types as fast as she can with her thumbs to interrupt what Sour Sweet is going to say next. [NO. I WAS ONLY SUPPOSED TO GET A DETENTION. I WAS GOING TO FLIRT WITH MR MOUS ANYWA]
>She accidentally presses send. Starts a new message.
>[Whoa, girl calm down.] Sour Sweet’s message comes in before Indigo can finish.
>[ANYWAY AFTER WE GOT THERE. AND ME BEING BI HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH IT YOU BITCH. YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN HE WAS GONNA LOOK AT MY MESSAGES AFTER CATCHING ME TEXTING IN CLASS.]
>[Listen, I know you’re upset, but I’m pretty sure that’s not something he’s going to tell the other teachers anyway. Like, why would he care?]
>[THIS IS YOUR FAULT] Indigo starts to become even more red in the face than before.
>[Yeah it IS my fauly your little plan worked. You’re welcome.]
>[You’re delusional! You better have a good way to backpedal out of thi] The phone is swiped out of Indigo’s hand before she can finish her message and press send.
>”Texting someone, I see?” Cinch looms over the girl.
>Indigo almost pleads the much more strict superior than Mr. Mous to at least let her close out of text messages, but she notices that Cinch has already done so.
>”Y-yeah…” Indigo answers, slapping a solemn look onto her face in a heartbeat.
>Cinch glares down at the student like an eagle scoping out a shrew in the grass. “Can you tell me why you’re here?”
>Indigo Zap twiddles her thumbs, trying to figure out a way to look both brave and humble at the same time.
>”Miss Zap, I asked you a question.”
>”Mr. Mous sent me here.”
>Cinch clears her throat, probably getting ready to ask the bigger questions. “So I heard. And for what reason were you sent here?”
>Indigo Zap notices Cinch eyeing the phone, piecing together that she already knows the answer to the question she just asked. She’s always hated it when Cinch did this when she questioned her students; putting them in the spotlight and asking these kinds of questions to make them feel uncomfortable.
>The girl slightly jumps in her seat with the sound of her phone landing on the surface of the principal’s desk.
>”Did something happen in class that involved you that got you sent here?”
>”Yes, Principal Cinch. I misbehaved and Mr. Mous sent me here for my disruptive behavior.” Indigo tightens her crossed arms as though to hide away.
>A notification sound suddenly catches Cinch’s attention from her computer. She closes the door the the office before walking over to her computer to see the new email that apparently just came in.
>Indigo braces herself for a long scolding to serve as the icing on the cake of her punishment.
>…
>Hours later.
>As the school day begins to creep towards the end, you notice the pitter patter of raindrops start to sound outside. Whatever outdoor sports practice Indigo Zap had to go to today, she wouldn’t have had to attend anyway.
>Except, she’s not going to attend your classroom after school either; Cinch just replied to your email verifying that she understands that Miss Zap was attempting to get a detention and will let her off with a “warning” instead of a detention where she stays with you in your classroom.
>Crisis avoided.
>The bell rings and the students flood out. You sit at your desk, leaning back in your chair and waiting for Zest’s arrival. You already have the notes prepared, looking forward towards talking about the Crusades yet again.
>Outside, the falling rain intensifies, pelting down onto whichever students are still out there. You could have sworn you saw something fly past the window, but it’s gone before your eyes can make out the scenery behind the partially closed blinds.
>You lean forward as Zest enters.
>”Hey, Mr. Mous.” She sits down. “So this unit’s going to be a fun one, huh?”
“Well…” You start off. “This chapter is going to be a fun one. The Crusades section is a chapter, not a unit. But that’s not what’s important.”
>You dim the lights and turn on the overhead projector, already revealing that you have the Power Point slides up.
>She eagerly opens her notebook and whips her pencil out. Her headphones were already on her head when she walked in.
>”Say…” Lemon Zest brings up before turning on the volume. “Do you know why Indie was just running laps around the school in the rain?”
“…Pardon?”
>The door slams open the next second.
>You turn your head to find Indigo Zap standing there in the doorway, drenched in rain. Your first instinct is to offer her a few paper towels or something, but your frustration towards the girl’s behavior and the fact that there aren’t any paper towels here in the room stops you.
>”Oh hey, Zesty.” She greets her friend.
>Lemon Zest waves back, listening to the squishing sounds of Indigo’s soaked shoes before drowning the sound out by pressing play on the side of her headphones. She sifts through her playlist for the song she wants to hear first, before a wet finger presses pause on the headphones.
>”Hey, uh, can I use your hair to dry myself out again?”
>You give Indigo a confused look, but Zest seems to understand based on something you aren’t aware of.
“..Uh, is there something you need?” You ask Indigo, more than ready to remind her that she isn’t staying after class.
>Cinch should have told her this already.
>”Oh, uh, I just thought I’d pop in for a visit and take the last of the notes since I missed a good chunk of it.” It’s clear that she’s making up a reason to stay here.
>And she’s not even the slightest bit awkward about bringing up the situation that happened earlier today. She even watches you as she waits for you to respond, probably trying to put you in the awkward position.
“Well, you didn’t really miss anything at all.” You explain. “Class was pretty much almost over anyway by the time you… left.”
>The girl placidly buries her face in Zest’s massive locks, almost provoking a giggle out of you from the sight. Zest leans her head towards her friend as she does this, as though they have done this before.
“Uh… what are you two doing?”
>”Oh, this?” Zest answers you first. “Heh, funny story. There was this one time. In gym class. When the class was playing kick out in the fields, and I had a broken ankle, so I couldn’t play. So I had to stay in, and-”
>Indigo Zap cuts her off. “It rained a lot and she let me use her hair to dry myself off. I was one of the funniest moments of last school year. Now… about those notes…” Indigo smirks at you.
>”But…” Zest continues with a playful laugh. “Didn’t it like… not work last time? And you were still damp?”
>”Yup.” Indigo places herself into the desk closest to where you stand.
>The girl slicks her still wet hair back, arching her back against the chair of the desk she sits in. You turn away so the image of her sticking her chest out doesn’t stick around in your brain as you try to continue this lesson with Zest, hopefully without Indigo in here.
>Turn back to Zest slicking her own hair down, trying to change the way its styled. “It looked cooler last time.” She comments.
>You just accept the weird shit these girls do sometimes and turn back to Indigo Zap.
“Well, like I said… you didn’t miss anything.” You glance over towards the door for a brief half a second. “You left at the end of class. You’re still caught up. Just… try and behave next time, okay?”
>”Oh, I missed like most of the notes anyway because I was texting so much.” She breaks your argument and stays put in her seat. “And I don’t have to text the person I was talking to either. Because she’s here too.”
>As though it were some sort of cue, the door slams open again, and in walks Sour Sweet, just as soaking wet as Indigo Zap was.
>All you can think to yourself is: God damn it.
>”Oh hey, Mr. Mous!” She acknowledges you in her deceptively soft voice.
>”Yo!” Zest waves to her. “Wanna dry your face off in my hair like Indy did last year? I’m trying to see if I can make my hair spiky and stuff.”
>”Ew, no!” Sour sits down in the empty desk between Indigo Zap in the seat closes to you and Lemon Zest in the center seat fo the front row.
>The lime green haired girl mockingly sticks her tongue out at her while Indigo Zap continues to slightly smile in your direction.
>Seeing all three of these girls right here in the same place makes you a bit light headed from your internal conflict on whether to keep going with this lesson or not. But then again, the topic is the Crusades, and it’s not like you can just say there’s no lesson either. Especially when you know there’s a camera watching everything happening here anyway.
>Just relax, you’ve got this. These two won’t stand a chance when their words get knocked down by video evidence.
>Sour Sweet gives Zest a bitter look before returning to giving the notes on the overhead projector a makeshift enthusiastic face.
>”This was her idea, by the way.” Indigo tells you. “Since she was gone all day and had to catch up.”
>You almost ask them why Sour Sweet was gone all day today yet still stayed after school, but you can tell by the certain look in Indigo’s glimmering eyes that she must have already came up with a response for that.
>Whatever, they still know that they can’t do jack shit with Zest as a witness… hopefully. You silently thank the girl to yourself as she still sits there, making little spikes in her bright green hair with whatever rainwater that’s left.
“Um, okay.” You pretend to give in. “Welp, looks like I have someone to actually hear what I’m saying this time.” You turn to the other two girls. “You do know what I mean by this, right?”
>”Oh, Zesty already told us all about this!” Sweet answers you. “She wouldn’t shut up about it!” She grits her teeth in Zest’s direction, only getting another stuck out tongue in response.
>These three must be a riot to hang around all the time. No wonder Sunny Flare and Sugarcoat are so bitchy.
“Anyway, let’s begin.” You try not to drag this out.
>Zest turns on her headphones, and Sour Sweet joins Indigo in her grinning. At least Zest is going to have her eyes open this time to watch the board, despite her not being able to hear what her two friends are saying.
>”Yeah… get it nice and roughed up.” Sour Sweet watches Zest finish messing with her hair before picking her pencil up.
>You know exactly what she’s implying, keeping yourself composed with the secret camera in mind. Indigo Zap starts to look worried at how complacent you still appear.
>Jump right into the notes after the lights are switched off, and Zest begins to blast her rock music into her ears. You’re not at all thwarted by any of the implications the other two try to plant into your head as you give the lecture.
>That is.. until Sour Sweet scoots her desk to the right until it hits Indigo Zap’s desk.
>She leans closer to the girl and peers right onto her notebook with her chin almost touching the girl’s shoulder. Sour Sweet lets out a tiny little moan as she looks over the notebook.
>You just continue with the lesson, trying to remain as oblivious as you can to what this crazy girl is up to now.
>Talking about the Siege of Jerusalem actually takes your mind off of the girls anyway; they’re in territory where they have no power. Just remember, she’s going to get hammered when Cinch sees that she came here after skipping school all day.
>”Wh… what are you doing?” Luckily, Indigo seems annoyed by this.
>”I wanna see what you wrote.” Sour Sweet gets WAY too close to Indigo for it to not appear awkward. “I don’t want to let any vital information slip… by! Besides, we’re both wet anyway.”
>The play on words almost makes you almost roll your eyes, but the sick feeling in your stomach forces you to look away from them as much as you can.
>And from the sound of Sour Sweet’s voice, she’s far from done with whatever act she’s setting up.
>You’re running out of options, here.
>As Sour Sweet begins to giggle, Indigo Zap lets out an agitated grunt. Just from that tone alone, you can tell that the athlete is seconds away from ramming her fist into the girl cuddling into her. It becomes even more apparent when you notice the bloodthirsty scowl on her face.
>And Sour Sweet doesn’t even seem to care a little bit.
“Hey, uh, are you two okay?” You make it out as though they’re both equally being bothered by something, not even wanting to show that you’re paying attention to Sour Sweet’s little act.
>”Oh, it’s fine!” The bipolar girl answers for her growling friend. “We girls just like to get touchy feely sometimes.” She lowers her eyelids and looks Indigo in the eyes.
>The look Indigo gives her couldn’t have said anything other than “fuck off”. Even you back away a little bit from the possible catfight that could ensue.
>Oh, that’s what Sour Sweet wants you to imagine, isn’t it?
“Well I suppose there’s nothing wrong with sharing notes.” You’re not even sure where you’re taking this. “Anyway, back to talking about Peter the Hermit.”
>You’re so glad they ran out of further idea to rile you. Sour Sweet basically tries to get Indigo to play along with the “sharing notes” as you continue your favorite lesson to teach. It’s a good thing Lemon Zest wouldn’t have heard you talking anyway — you have to interrupt yourself a couple of times in order to tell the other two girls to try and behave.
>It’s funny how she literally never notices.
>To your delight, the lesson eventually ends with nothing hitting the fan.
>Wrap up the last of your slides until you reach the black screen announcing the end of the current slideshow. This whole thing started to get pretty comfortable towards the end with the two troublemakers finding themselves unable to start anything up.
>They walk out the door thinking that Zest’s hair being ruffled up with theirs would be enough to convince Cinch.
>But that doesn’t stop them from arguing in the hall.
>Hastily but proudly pack your things as you slowly realize you endured whatever it was the two girls had planned.
>You’re about to turn around and leave when you hear the two raising their angrily whispering voices somewhere outside of the door. They might have waited until they got further away had their tempers been a little more calm.
>”Just what the hell was that back there, then?” Indigo asks Sour with a stern gesture of her hand towards the door.
>”Me doing my part!” Sour Sweet crosses her arms.
>”YOUR part was to… well, not do THAT.”
>Indigo watches Sour Sweet Scoff and blush as she answers. “My part? Did you even have a plan for this at all?”
>”I was just winging it!” Indigo can’t think of a straight answer, as she starts to realize that she had no sturdy plan. “Sometimes, you just gotta jump into it and see what happens. I mean, you already shook him up before, didn’t you?”
>”We can’t just walk away without getting him to at least see us somewhere! That defeats the whole purpose of what we were TRYING TO DO!”
>Indigo Zap sharply shushes Sour Sweet. “Do you want him to hear us?”
>”MY plan would have worked had you just went along with it!”
>”That doesn’t matter!” Indigo Zap argues. “It was MY turn this time! You had no business trying to orchestrate things! You were supposed to HELP me!”
>Sour’s voice turns mocking and singsongy for a brief second. “Help you what? WING it?”
>Zest’s voice distracts you from your slight eavesdropping. “Well, uh, see ya tomorrow, Mr. Mous.” She swings the door open and giggles in the direction of her bickering friends, not having paid any attention to their argument with her finger sifting through the playlist for which song she wants to listen to next.
>”Hey…” Sour Sweet’s voice gasps as Zest continues out into the hallway. “He’s alone in there!”
“M-miss Zest?” Your first instinct is to get the lime green haired girl back into your classroom.
>It’s a damn good thing that Zest hasn’t started to play her music yet. You see her turn around to face you, and she faces her friends once again. She was seconds away from not being able to hear you and walking away as they had the chance to storm your classroom before you had enough time to pull the keys to your door out of your pocket.
>”Yeah?” Lemon Zest notices the two other girls behind you stop dead in their tracks.
“I’m… gonna try and go through more chapters tomorrow so the next time will be as interesting as this time.” You tell her. “Just be ready, alright?”
>The jingle of your keys being pulled out into open air is your war cry.
>”Sure thing.”
“I’m gonna go ahead and prepare now. You go on home and rest up.”
>”Alrighty, sure thing.” Zest cluelessly starts to toy with her headphones once more in search for a new song. “See ya tomorrow, Mr. Mous.”
“Later.” You’re already closing the door by the time she starts walking away, and Sour Sweet can’t move fast enough to catch the door. Turn the key and lock yourself inside the room.
>The loud angry banging is music to your own ears, as Lemon Zest listens to something that’s music to her ears. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KN6ngThqMEs
>”Zest already left!” Indigo speaks through the crack of the door. “It’s just you and us now.”
>”You actually had to wait until He was trapped in the room before you could do anything. Some plan YOU had!” Sour Sweet criticizes her.
>The other girl grunts. “It told you I was WINGING it!”
>”You wouldn’t have to WING it if you just listened to me!”
>All you do is stand there with a smug grin on your face, fairly certain that there’s a chance that at least the hallway cameras have audio recording.
>”Don’t even try to give me that!”
>Sour Sweet crosses her arms. “Just admit that MY plan was superior. At least I got closer than you did.”
>”Bullshit. He’s trapped somewhere he can’t just jump over his desk and get away. Now he has no other choice but to do what we say.”