Jone squeezed back with a grin as they walked the halls, only letting go when they reached her class. Crim was waiting there too, for some reason. "I have the same class," Jone's friend exclaimed happily.
Crim shoved his hands in the pockets of his hoodie. "To be honest, he was just experimenting. I didn't mind it. I got a good bang out of it, ya know? But nope, he's completely straight, unfortunately."
Crimson pulled an old, scribbled over script from his bag and a red pen. "Here," he said. "You might wanna copy down everything I wrote in green on mine. It's just general stage directions which everyone needs to have memorized. Or the teacher will freak. You know her kind..."