Playing With Fire[LARK]

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I don't know the question, but sex is definitely the answer
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Nick walked the halls silently, he didn't need to pay attention to the random posters and flyers that hung up on the wall; already memorized in his mind. He could see the images and adverts as though he were looking at them, the multiple designed areas of brick to accent the bare walls. He paid no mind to all the beauty of the art that normally caused him to pause or glance up on occasion when he walked through this very hall. How he wished today wasn’t turning out the way it was. He had walked through the hallway many times throughout the year's but this time he was doing it in rage.

He could hear his heart pounding against his chest as his breathing was shallow and uneven even to him but he did not want to be heard. Nick didn't know what he would find at the other end of this hallway but he had a feeling it was something… Something that needed preparation so not to lose control of himself. Not like how he reacted in class. The professor had no right to force him to red aloud in front on his classmates. It wasn’t grade school. The professor of course didn’t exactly find his argument civil. Nick had meant it when he called the older man a douche bag. Now he hated himself for even saying those things, causing him to have to take another absence in a class he was already failing.

Right now the hallways were too quiet for his opinion, eerily so, at least at the beginning. As he stalked down the hall, looking for any sign of stragglers like himself, Nick decided it was best to hightail out of the Academy. He couldn’t spend his day sulking around in the hallways when it was clear to the boy that he needed a pick up. Plus he wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice and piss off any more professors he might run into. At the first exit he could Nick pushed through the doors with so much force he could have knocked someone out had they been on the other side of the door. The weather he was greeted with was more to his liking than what he had to go through the past couple of months. Nick hated winter enough back home and Canada was far colder than the city he grew up in.

Nick rubbed his neck with stiff fingers, scanning the courtyard as a cool breeze blew in his direction. He needed something to do, anything really, as long as it proved to be a suitable distraction. The brutish looking boy zeroed in on a stranger not to far from where he was. She seemed lost in her own thoughts as he shamelessly took in her form. ’She could be more than suitable form of distraction,’ he decided. Taking long strides, Nick closed the distance between himself and the girl he was about to talk to. ”Pretty nice day we’ve got here,” he said, an all knowing smirk planted on his face as he began to weasel his way in with the stranger. ”Who needs class on a day like this, am I right?” For a brief moment his eyes ventured a little too far south before shooting back up to look at the girl properly. The smirk he had seem to grow, unashamed of being caught. ”My name’s Nick.”