Charlie sat on the desk in a daze long after Quin had left him, thinking over what all had happened. There was still a little time, so he curled over on his side to rest since the absence of Quin's warmth made his bruised stomach remind him of it's presence.  The pain wasn't to bad anymore, just annoying.  When he glanced at the clock on the wall he groaned.  Going back to class was not a problem, it was having to put his clothes back on so soon.  Reluctantly he pulled on his clothes and made his way back to his class just a few seconds before the bell.<br/><br/>He made it to his last class and was surprised to learn the teacher had moved his seat across the room,  far away from Lester. He glanced at Glenn who shrugged back in confusion.  Lester now sat by the windows while his seat was closer to the door. It would be easier to get out, in theory, but he still needed to make it through soccer practice and then the front of the school to get picked up.