Celia held onto the wall, gripping the soft edge of it. With quiet footsteps, she turned the corner.
"FuCK-!"
"What-?!" Celia backed away, her eyelights disappearing.
"Oh, shit. . !" Incubux's shoulders fell. "You scared me." He hissed.
Celia was pretty sure his scarf would've been over his head if he was wearing it. "Heh, why're you in the kitchen at three a.m.?"
"Why're you in the kitchen at three a.m.?"
"Water." She walked over to the sink and poured herself some water. "You know that Barbie-and-Ken-couple from math class, right?" She asked.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, she's not straight."
"What?" He looked intrigued.
"Yeah, I walked in on her kissing that one red haired girl from science in the washroom."
"She is pretty."
"Aren't you supposed to be the gay cousin?"
"Can't I say someone's pretty without it being straight?"
"Alright, fine. Anyway, I promised not to tell anyone."
"You're doing a wonderful job."
"I know." She grinned. "So, yeah, that's what happened. Did you hear anything?"
"Remember that one class clown kid? The one that made the substitute teacher quit on her first day?"
"Jeremy?"
"Yeah, him. Apparently, he got arrested for something?"
"What?!" Celia whispered. "My teacher told me he went on vacation!"
"Same, but I heard it from another student."
"Wow, you talk to people?"
"Shush."
"Anyway, I think I'll tell Ken Monday."
"Are they even dating?"
"Nah, but he obviously likes her."
"Tell me when you do, I want to see his face." Incubux grinned.
"Pff, sure. Why are you here anyway?" Celia asked.
"The toaster- shit-! The toaster!" The fire alarm went off soon after.
