Wren and the World

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Parking myself in the library, I wasn't surprised to find that I the first there. If I was lucky I would be the only one and could work on redoing the essay that the Red Bull had destroyed last night. Ten minutes had passed and no one had joined me in my misery, excluding the company of sister Grace who was known for her occasional 'reading' session during detention. Five minutes past three and I was racked with anxiety that sister Grace would never wake up, meaning I'd never get to leave.

3:15

3:20

3:22

Alright I had had enough and was done waiting. I needed to get home before my mom so I could rehearse my speech in front of the mirror at least five times before I made my plea to her. Getting up from my squeaking chair I stared at the sleeping nun for two seconds before my mind was made up and I left. Turning back for a brief second I regretted not being a better person and waking her up but another sister would be around soon and no doubt get her to a real bed.

As I made my trek through campus to the student lot, I passed the lacrosse field. Out on the dying greens was a handful of boys horsing around with their sticks and balls. Oh boys and their balls. The heat of summer was finally simmering into tolerable warmth and served as the precursor to fall's brittle winds, making outside very pleasant. I would be lying if I said I didn't let my eyes wander to the half clothed carved players.

"Wren!" Sebastian called out as he jogged over to me.

"Hey." I timidly replied. I was not necessarily feeling inferior or shy but in my ogling over the naked torsos I managed to make direct eye contact with the spawn of misfortune himself.

"Why are you still here?" He puzzled looking around at the emptiness of the school.

"You earned me a detention for indecent attire." I admitted, "apparently coffee makes for a very see through blouse."

"Oh shit, my bad." He phrased his make shift apology, "Guess I'll have to make it up to you twice now." His reference to my earlier comment made me cringe internally about how brash I was being high off my confidence of the day.

"Try not to make it three." I smirked, "I don't think I can take any more injuries today."

"I would stay clear of the lacrosse field then." He laughed, looking down at the dying lawn beneath his feet.

"I see no rest for the wicked." I stated, motioning with my hands to the other boys.

"Season is only a few months away, have to keep in top shape." He smiled in an almost reminiscent state, "Will you be around for the fall game?"

"I didn't know there would be a fall game" I admitted honestly.

"You should come, should be fairly interesting considering that we are playing ourselves" He responded.

"Playing with yourselves sounds like loads of fun." I joked inappropriately, sucking in a loud breath after remembering who I was talking with.

His laughter filled the silence I had created, and as it lulled he responded, "I swear you haven't existed until today. No St. Mary's girl would ever say such a dirty thing."

"Maybe not to your face but trust me we are some freaks" I teased, "But seriously you should hear what some of the underclassmen say about you."

"Oh really now?" He smirked, "Pray tell"

"Another day perhaps" I smiled, "I've got to get going and you should get back to practice" I turned on my heels and continued on the path towards the student lot.

"Try not to injury yourself anymore today!" He called after me with a hint of guilt strung in his words. I waved in response, choosing not to turn around and get distracted watching the players again.