After a small debate whether Jefferson or Hamilton were right, the bell rang. Dean got up and grabbed his lightweight bag before turning to walk out the door.
The kid that doodled next to him walked in front of him now, and his backpack was open and filled with papers. Someone bumped into him, causing him to jolt and the journal flew out of his bag. The kid was oblivious, and continued to walk down the hall.
Dean picked it up and started to call after him, but he was too far down the hall. He looked down at the blue composition notebook in his hand and turned it over to look at the back. Small doodles trailed the sides and scribbles were here and there.
He might as well give it to him tomorrow during class...
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Fanfiction"I think you have my... journal." "I do. And I've learned a lot about you. Coffee?" •patient!cas •student!dean
