"Good af-!" a young man with blonde hair and a green shirt passed by. He peeked into the cafeteria to check if his classmates were there yet. "Ooops! Sorry to interrupt." He immediately left.

Eric's body shook like it had frosted up and melted. His knees weakened and he almost felt to the ground. Lucky. He had been so lucky.

The way he was holding Kasey made it look like they were making out from an distant point of view. His absolute clumsiness saved him.

Eric hung down his head, dropping it on Kasey's neck. He was sweating so cold and she was so warm, you could power a differential reactor with these two.

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"... Mmm. Hmph. Uhhm..." Kasey started muttering, and Eric sprung right back to panic mode. That means he jerked back, and as a result, Kasey fell onto the table and hit herself again.

"Owch! What the hell?" she bolted awake in a moment, with a furious glint in her eyes. She then stopped, glaring at Eric for a long second.

She paused, feeling the cold wetness on her forehead. Kasey touched the zone lightly, and saw the crimson blood on her index and middle fingers. Her mouth went agape, she took a breath, she looked at Eric and at the blood again.

"You piece of...!" she began to form a scream, but it was muffled by the screeching bell's ring. Eric looked at her, panting, breathless, scared half-to-death. And then he took off in a sprint, joining the night shift students in the hallway.

Casey sat then, silent. Quiet. Alone.

"My fucking head hurts..." she muttered to herself.