THE WAY YOU CAME, LIKE A TSUNAMI

[Wham Yubeesling]

Lunch had only been a couple of minutes and already Verity remembered why she hated being in the school library.

Like, the place was almost fine. Despite the numerous issues that made it not an ideal place to relax/study/spend time there were, admittedly, some upsides. This table, for example. It was small, away from everyone else, and right next to the topmost window. From where Verity was sitting, from the side of the table that gave her direct eye view of both sets of stairs leading up to the senior only area (she did not trust Keegan enough to assume he wouldn't try to catch her off guard) she could see a snippet of the school grounds — a tree right by the fence and the myriad groups of people who chose that specific bit of real estate to eat lunch, hang out. From where she assumed Keegan would sit, he had a view of basically the whole of Miami, which was… honestly pretty nice. She'd grown accustomed to the view in due time, but honestly, it almost made spending lunchtime here worth it.

The problem with the library though, was that it was tepid.

Loud.

Filled to the brim with people she didn't know and never would. Filled with a cacophony of voices, the staff here apparently having missed the memo that libraries were supposed to be silent. Even though this specific area was supposed to be for the seniors at the school to hunker down and get some work done, the sheer amount of people around and below her meant that that wouldn’t happen. Seriously. She'd once gone into a room which was supposed to be soundproofed and yet, because of some dude talking with his friends in the “”””””””””silent”””””””””” study room right below it'd been impossible to actually do anything other than wish she could claw her ears out.

The point was, if she wanted to try and get something accomplished, the senior Mental Health Benefit Room Which Actually Had A Different Name But Verity Couldn’t Remember What It Was Right Now would be where she’d go. However, if someone was in the Mental Health Benefit Room Which Actually Had A Different Name But Verity Couldn’t Remember What It Was Right Now or if the teachers decided to randomly lock the door she had to come here, sit down near the window. Close her laptop because the glare of the sun meant she couldn't see anything, and bemoan the fact that the only thing she could think of was her boredom. Bemoan the fact that she could see [x] group of people at one of the tables nearby and know that despite her deepest wishes she would never be able to muster up the willpower to talk to them.

She sighed. Leaned forward. Let her head rest on her hand. Forty-five minutes was far too long for lunch.