A League of Her Own

Fresh Meat

Oh, the nice chill breeze of the afternoon, it reminded her of wind in the south. Too bad she'll be spending her free time watching her lowerclassmen. Even worse, she's got work right after.

The flyers Stacy Filler gave her were apparently about the whole tour thing, and they told everybody to show up in front of the Engineering School, specifically the Scream Energy building. When she arrives, there are already a few stragglers- and she can tell they're here for the tour because they were nervously looking around.

"Yall here for the tour?" She asked. The monsters all nodded, and crowded around her. Alright, not to close now. "Sweet," Leasa says. "We're gonna wait a couple minutes just in case anybody else shows up, so just... do whatever."

-

—Finally, Mike's long book spree is over, and Randall is free. They just exited the library; Mike holding a new stack of books and somehow managing to still read one, while Randall's hands remained bare.

Now was the time; Randall quietly began to separate from Mike's side, slowly drifting away.

"Hey Randall, where're you going?" Mike asked, though he hardly pulled his face out of his scaring textbook.

"U-uh, just on a walk, Mike, gotta clear my head."

"Don't be gone too long. The final exam won't pass itself!" The green monster laughed at his own joke before walking away. Randall sighed once he turned his back.

He pulled out a blue flier, a big crumbled from being crushed under his fist, hidden for the last hour. 1:30pm, School of Energy... If he runs, he might still make it.

-

The next few minutes were spent in the shade, everyone either grazing or on their phones, eating patiently.

Leasa was sitting on the steps of the School of Energy, mindlessly on her phone, just silently enjoying the sun. Till something- or someone- blocked her sun, creating a shadow over her.

"Hey!- Clinton?" Leasa blinked twice, wondering if the monster in front of her is a figment of her imagination.

"Ah, Leasa." Clinton hissed. Nope, he was actually here. The octopus monster slithered up to her, attempting to make himself taller by standing on the tip of his tentacles. He folded his arms behind his back as he talked; the right hand was like a crab cheliped, and the left was normal but was covered in a black sanitary glove. He really gave off the cartoon bad guy vibe.
He had a certain charm that was so pathetic, it was almost hot. Which is why Leasa dated him for half a semester- before the relationship eventually went up in flames because of their academic rivalry.
He somehow managed to be smart enough to be Leasa's academic rival, as unfortunate as that position was. They had been at eachothers throats for a while now. It was like a race between them; Who gets better grades, who can butter up the teachers, who gets to stay on top, yada yada.

"What are you doing here?" Leasa asked defensively.

"I could ask you the same thing."

"Uh, no you can't, I'm supposed to be here, now you give me a proper answer right this instant."

"Ok, ok! Forbid I have any semblance of being in your presence-" Clinton whispered under his breath. "I thought I could be of help. I know, I know, hold your applause, please."

Leasa looked closely at him, staring him down. "What happened to never wanting to be in the same room as me again?" Leasa asked bluntly.

"We aren't in a room right now, Leasa." Clinton replied.

"Whatever." Leasa rolled her eyes, hands on her hips. "Did the Committee send you out of pity?"

"I came of my own free will." Clinton puffed out his chest proudly.