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“𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤.”
──▹The sound of footsteps marching about spread through the air. Several adolescents were in the cafeteria, some seated, others still searching for somewhere to sit.
"So, how's this ‘League of Vigilantes’ doing?"
Ethan asked, his voice louder than usual due to the noise echoing all around. He glanced at Y/N and then at the table, taking a bite of the sandwich in his hand.
He had on a red varsity jacket over a crumpled white t-shirt, reeking of deodorant, which was messily tucked into his black jeans. His hair was in disarray, stray strands sticking out everywhere. His eyes, one of them now having a scar over it, drooped as usual, blue eyes, glaring at the crumbs on the table. He also wore a pair of basic sneakers, parts of it caked in mud while the shoelaces were left untied.
In his head, he kept chanting curses on the ‘league of vigilantes’ he'd brought up. Ever since the night of prom, a bunch of stray turtles had just crawled into their lives, worse, from the sewers, and Ethan only wished Caroline hadn't stepped on the brakes. He still recalled the screams… the terror in their eyes. Bullying didn't sound so bad.
Then suddenly a few nights after that, they came back… well, it was mostly Y/N’s fault but Ethan wasn't ready to blame her.
The H/C-haired teen sitting beside him only yawned, rubbing her droopy eyes. Epic missions. They were… epic, yes, yes. The problem was… back pain... Oh, and the other one, "I could do this all day.". She sat up straight, turning to look at him from the diary in her lap.
"I knew it!" The blond slammed his fist on the table, the loud noise not really having any effect on anybody in the commotion other than those who were gawking at him.
There! An opportunity to curse out reptiles, not just in his head!
At his sudden outburst, his friend squinted her eyes, going to question him, "What does th--??" Yet, gets interrupted once more as another yawn escapes her.
"That," Ethan points to her mouth, eyes narrowed and tone accusing. He quickly left the sandwich on his tray before dusting off his hands and then pointing to her again in the same manner.
Y/N stares at his finger, the gears in her head still twisting and turning as she tries to figure out what is wrong with her mouth.
