──▹Y/N turned to the blond, who asked her the question.
Ethan stared at her, a rather perplexed look on his face.
"I could ask you the same," Y/N stated, eyeing the bags under his recently healed eyes.
The blond still had a bandaid on his jaw and his hand was still not sturdy enough to be left without a cast.
"We all know why I haven't," he answered, his voice now low.
With that, utter silence fell in the air. Well, as silent as it could be in a school cafeteria with adolescents everywhere and a depressed cook. Kids walked around with their trays of lunch, some already seated. Chatter filled the air, gazes were thrown, stares were held and, most importantly, whispering over two injured students was spread.
Both Ethan and Y/N focused on their food, as in, only stared at it, not bothering to touch the meal. The same thing circled their heads.
"It's because of the turtles."
"It's because of 'that Donatello turtle'."
"I think Purple's got a crush."
Three voices spoke up at once, earning strange looks from each other. Y/N squinted her eyes, baffled. Ethan paused, only blinking as he thought over the word 'crush'. Caroline looked back and forth between the two, wondering where the 'because' was coming from.
"Crush??" Y/N glanced at the blonde as she took a seat, keeping her crutch beside her.
The three stare at each other.
"April?"
"YES! HER!"
"Wait, who-?"
"IT IS APRIL! OH MY GOD, I'M SO HAPPY-"
...
The said girl stepped out on her balcony, letting out a sigh. She slowly sunk to her knees, thinking back to her father, worried. As she sat in the silence of the night, her gaze fell upon a box. It was right beside her and she hadn't noticed.
April eyed the item, confused. She reached out to it, wondering what it was. At a closer look, it seemed to be some sort of... it was a meal. A card was attached to the top and from the looks of it, it was addressed to her. Reading further on, the teen could tell it was from an acquaintance.
