As expected, pretty much the entire class took a moment to stare at him as he came in. Though, not so as expected, it wasn’t for very long.

Somewhat sheepishly, Ed quietly excused himself past a pair of noisy girls by the door. It appeared Ms. Addison had stopped the class early and most people had taken the chance to pack, talk, or in the case of that one guy in the corner, furiously scribble away at what he assumed was some assignment paper. Hmm, his plans just didn’t seem to be working today.

Ms. Addison was near her desk and by the looks of it had stopped the class early so she could… oh, that was a detention form wasn’t it. Ed had to suppress a chuckle as he slid himself into his seat. It was near the back of the room, and while he was still kind of miffed about it, at least getting back there’d been way less embarrassing than he’d imagined it to be.

Ed frowned. He had an eye on both the door and the minimap but it appeared Kim had gone above and beyond his expectations and had actually stalled them out for a good thirty seconds now.

Ms. Addison looked up from her desk and he met her eyes. He was pretty sure he knew what she was aiming for here, but while he did get up, instead of her side where she was probably expecting him to go, he went over to the back exterior window. He quietly apologized to her in his head as he started cranking open the shaft. Despite hating her subject, Ed understood she was most likely a pretty genuine lady, and while it did appear he’d perhaps somewhat overestimated the level of threat the Mr. Garry gang had going on; mostly due to the fact they were still out there arguing with Kim; Ed really didn’t want to go gambling again.

Ed felt a sort of shadow on his back. It was probably Ms. Addison.

“What are you doing.”

After finishing up opening the window, Ed turned around. It was indeed Ms. Addison. “Thought I’d open the window.” Ed made sure to smile, “Puts a bit of a breeze towards my desk.”

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It didn’t. But she didn’t need to know that.

Ms. Addison sighed. “Here.” She handed him the detention form. “Friday night for the next month”

“Got it Ms. Addison,” He said as she turned away.

When he was sure she was not looking, he took the opportunity to flip the sheet over and scribble out the note he’d planned.

To my dear friends Cham and Seth. 12:00 mid day. Petra’s Pretzels at the southcenter mall. I’ll be there if you want to talk. Sincerely, Ed.

He picked Petra’s because it was in pretty much the middle of everything, with plenty of bystanders and walkers and even a small children's park if he needed something to hide behind. Ok, maybe he’d use the fountain instead if he had to dodge fireballs but it was there. And an option.

Ed tucked the note into the lower sill and after another quick glance to make sure Ms. Addison wasn’t looking; sort of hopped up onto the shelf so he could grab the upper frame and sort of swing himself through the window. Feet first, aimed straight at the roof of the walkway.

There was a shrill yelp from behind him and at the loud thud he’d undoubtably just made. He’d landed on the roof, feet first, he stuck the landing. Not that it was very impressive or anything, there was barely a foot of air between the roof and the sill and he probably didn’t even need to jump. But, dammit, it just sounded way cooler like that.

“Sorry Ms. Addison!” Ed called back.

Though, just as it seemed she was about to hurry over, the bell began to ring. Nice, Ed thought to himself as he leaned in to shut the window. It appeared he timed it perfectly too because the crowd of students milling out the door did an absolutely amazing job of stalling out Seth and Liah. Huh, apparently he’d been wrong about the arrangements.

It very quickly became apparent why. Like a sort of tidal wave, the whole class sort of jerkily came to a halt. Little white stunned indicators appeared next to their npc tags as Liah appeared to simply sweep the room with a glare.

Right. Ed hastily looked away. Sliding off the roof so he could shimmy his way down a column.