The Joys of Arson

3

The social construct of "time" passes Alix by hour by hour, minute by minute, until it was finally lunch time. 

Getting some lunch from the cafeteria, she makes her way to the band room, luckily all the nerds have lives and places to go during lunch; leaving the room to herself and the rental instruments that the instructors lend to students throughout the school year.

After scarfing down the horrible lunch, she snoops through the available stringed inventory and picked up a classic black and white bass guitar and swiftly enters a practice room to keep her inner demons at bay by strumming the in comparison oversized guitar. 

Unbeknownst to Alix, an intruder enters the class, trying to find the source of the sound. 

Leaning his ear against the door leading to the harmonies echoing from the walls within, the curious boy peeked into the room, seeing the fresh bait from earlier. 

"Did ya read my note?"

Making a noise resembling a startled gremlin, Alix practically jumped through the ceiling. 

"I-uh..Yeah"

"And so you flaked on me, why?"

"I just kinda forgot, sorry"

"Give me your phone, retard"

"What? no!"

Judd snatches the girl's phone from a nearby stool and takes her hand to unlock it.

With the phone unlocked, the boy enters his contact information and hastily hands it back to Alix and walks out without a word.