Things had been going pretty well. Adam had managed to avoid looking like too much of an idiot or a traitor. He'd been well on his way to making a new friend. Then, stuff started to go wrong. This was heralded by Michael's arrival. Adam knew Michael alright. The boy was a pretty admirable martial artist. Adam had tried to learn some stuff off him in the past. Problem was, right now it seemed like he wanted to get in on the action, maybe show off his own moves, prove he was tough. He was maybe in the mood for more than some quicky demo. That would probably result in all of this getting much more serious and testosterone-fueled than Adam really wanted to deal with, especially near the end of lunch. He had a feeling that he wasn't just imagining the tension. Stuff was on the edge of the danger zone.
Lahela zipped off, bidding him farewell. Adam waved goodbye to her. He was pretty sure he'd see her around. It was still a good while until the end of the year. Anyways, now he'd be able to talk to her without worrying about what her name was, assuming he didn't forget it.
Cooper wasn't so happy about everything going down. He wormed his way free of Paulo and wandered over to Adam, kinda pissed about something Michael had done. This was bad. This was beginning to look like Drama. If there was one thing Adam did not appreciate in his school existence, it was Drama. Drama was the foe, the ultimate adversary. In this case, it looked like it was going to make him pick sides between his buddies. Well, he was behind Cooper all the way, but he didn't exactly feel like getting on Michael's bad side. It wasn't like the boy was kicking some freshman's face in. 'sides, Adam didn't really want to get his ass kicked today. That was especially true because the ground was muddy. No, there were way too many things that would go wrong here.
"He got here, like, a couple minutes ago," Adam said quietly to Cooper. Approaching his friend's question literally seemed like the wisest move. Paulo got moving himself, and Adam nodded at him, acknowledging that, yeah, he'd see everyone Saturday. And, then, it clicked: he had an escape hatch.
"Right after the bell rang," Adam added. He paused half a second, hoping to sell this. "Oh, shit. Class."
In truth, Adam was only half faking. He didn't care about class very much, but he did care about getting busted. He'd probably be able to get back in time if he got going now. Conveniently, that would also take him out of the brewing storm.
"I'll see you guys later," he said, scooping up his belongings and hurrying back towards the school building.
((Adam Morgan continued in Magic Man