The High 5

Chapter 11: Like an Owl, Like a Jellyfish, Like a Foal

Weasels in the lead, 7 - 6. On break now. Sun stood in one of the hallways of Somber Ridge, as he texted his mother about the current state of the game. He didn't mention the fact that there was also currently a sweep for drugs happening outside, not because he was worried that she would worry, but because he was worried that she wouldn't.

Serena Daye had very minimally and very loosely mentioned over the course of Sun growing up, that if he wanted to dip his toes in intoxicating substances every now and then, she wouldn't find it such a bad idea. But Sun disagreed to a great extent on the basis that he didn't trust the effects of any drug, and would likely live longer if he never felt the opportunity of getting high or stoned, or whatever else word was used when under the influence of drugs.

Woo! Yes, knew you would be, Weasels have it in the bag! Tell Rubix and Mace that a large Deep-Dish is on me if you win. Serena texted.

Sun texted back a quick 'OK', and then resumed a hurried pace down the hall in search of a washroom. The walls were a charcoal gray and barely had any kinds of posters on it, and the lockers were plain black while the floor was plain white. Sun was beginning to think that the school was called Somber Ridge for another particularly somber reason.

As he was about to turn left, he stopped and hid behind the corner of the wall. He watched quietly as Kite conversed with another male about their age, next to a trash bin down the hall.

The stranger had a cinnamon colored undercut, and though Sun couldn't see his entire face from where he stood, he could still tell that he looked just as sinfully handsome as Kite. Compared to Kite's more classy style, the stranger dressed more jock-like, and Sun wondered if he played a sport.

Sun couldn't hear what they were saying, but he figured it couldn't at all be bad considering the calm look on Kite's face, and the grin on the strangers. It restored some faith to Sun, that there was someone who wasn't frowning in the presence of the President.

He was pulled from the faithful moment when his bladder lurched. So he tucked in his thighs as much as he could, spun around, and began a clumsy yet speedy walk towards the other end of the hall in hopes to find a washroom. His eyes were unconsciously aiming at the floor as he sped walked, so he didn't notice until it was too late, and he crashed into someone just as he reached the other end of the hall.

"Oh shit," Sun gasped, thoroughly startled.

"Sorry, sorry. Did I scare you? I scared you. Really sorry about that. I sometimes have a tendency to not make any noise when I move. I'm like an owl, or a jellyfish. Again, really sorry."

Sun slowly looked up to meet the eyes of the same boy from the bleachers that had uproariously cheered for him. He held onto Sun's arm to keep him steady, and it then Sun realized that the boy was a bit taller than him, and also had a quite nice smile. And he kept smiling, and Sun couldn't help but stare back at him like he was a well-formed ghost.

Well formed... Maybe he played sports too, Sun thought. The reason unbeknownst to him, Sun initiated an unhurried scan of the boy's upper and lower body, but then he remembered that he was speaking to him. His eyes quickly found the boy's eyes, and he was still smiling at him, somewhat invitingly.

Luckily, Sun remembered much of what the boy had just said to him. "I-It's fine, I'm fine. I-I'm like baby horse myself sometimes."

"Foal," the boy corrected.

"W-what?"

"A foal. It's a horse that's younger than a year old."

Well-formed and knowledgeable, Sun thought again.