One on One with @Starry

"Nice to properly meet you!" He said, smiling. "Um…" He played with his sweater sleeves again. How the fuck do I carry a conversatiooooooonnnnnn…

"Any idea what your next class is?" Asked Skye, trying not to laugh at the other's surface thoughts.

"English. You?" He asked, mentally sighing in relief. Thank the Gods.

"Same, which teacher?" He asked.

"Mr. Shaw." He said, chewing his lip.

((He's just one of those people that randomly does that (Like me)))

Skye looked up in surprise, "I have the same class…" he said quietly, "Uhmm.. after that I have gym with Mr. Merco, you?"

"Study hall." He said, wincing. Damn it…

Skye sighed, "I take it you don't like studying?" he said.

"Not if it's something boring. Or if it's math." He said, making a face.

Skye laughed, "I'd rather be in study hall rather than Gym…" he said, It's hard not to give away my endurance abilities… or agility…..

"Yeah, I guess so." He admitted, chuckling a bit.

Actually to be honest I'd prefer running over studying any day… but I have to hold back in gym or they'll know I'm not normal… Thought Skye, "Yeah, who likes having to compete when you can be in air conditioning…"

He nodded, smiling. "And be reading something, or being on the internet." Or listening to music or doing literally anything else.

Skye laughed, pretty much. Though who cares about internet… I've never needed it before, and I don't need it now…

He hummed softly, picking at a hangnail and flinching when the bell rung. ((Idk))

(Timeskip til when they leave school?"

((Sure))

(I'll start)

Skye sighed, finally coming out of class. It had been endurance training today, and he had almost raised the suspicions of everyone by getting the highest score in the class. Idiot. Onemore indication of what you are. You cannot let yourself get lost in the race!! h scolded himself, walking out of the school.

Micheal practically ran out of class, getting his books together before going to start home. Finally, I can drop the act in a few minutes! He thought, cradling some books he couldn't fit in his bag to his chest. He hummed to himself, nibling on his list. Plus I can see if I can find a spell. Oh! And tonight!

Skye huffed waiting for the buses to clear before doing anything. Gathering his thoughts he accidentally overheard Micheal's own. Suddenly he spotted someone across the street, visibly tensing and paling despite his dark skin. Hunters! he thought, heading in the direction of a random bus.
(Have Micheal take the same bus or something…)

Micheal climbed onto the bus, greeting the bus driver before sitting a few seats back. He dug out his ear buds, plugging them in and scrolling through his playlist.

Skye climbed onto the bus, staying in a group of chatting teens before sitting next to a random kid who was setting up his music, his eyes still showing fear as he glanced out the window, realizing the Huter was no longer there.

He looked up, seeing Skye. He hid his screen. "Hi!"

Skye started a little as someone spoke. All but whipping 'round to face the other, "Hi, didn't know you took this bus…" he said, trying to keep tenseness out of his voice.

"Uh… yeah." He said, a bit awkwardly. "Didn't know you took this bus either."

Skye had to stop himself from answering that he didn't, "Yeah… uhm… how was your study period?" he asked, craning his neck to look for the Hunter, anxiety setting in.

"Good. How was gym?" He asked politely. "Was Coach in one of his moods again?"

"Yeah, he made us all do endurance drills.." he said, still anxious.

"Uhg." He said, grimacing. "I'm gonna fail so hard tomorrow."