Edward was quick to return to Tiger's message thread, pausing as he reread it, and then again. The color slowly drained from his face, his mind trying to cobble together some kind of reasonable excuses.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0080ff"><i>No!</i><br/>
<i>Sent at 10:23 a.m.</i><br/>
</span><br/>Edward wished there was a delete button. He buried his face in his hands, trying to figure out how to play that off. They'd know it was him? No, too.. too open-ended. They've got security cameras? Not ones that worked, and half the people that had been around a while knew that. He<i>didn't </i>know where Dwayne's room was? That thought was just an insult to Tiger.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0080ff"><i>I'm sorry, Tiger. I don't think it would be okay to even swing by PTM. We could go to your house and meet your friends? I haven't ever been to Kappa, not even during freshman pledge week. I heard their party was the best, though.</i><br/>
<i>Sent at 10:27 a.m.</i><br/>
</span><br/>Oh, out of all the things he could have written, that's what he could come up with? Edward wanted to skip, but he wanted to skip and avoid Tiger and the shame that came with him at this point. Edward finished the last dribbles of his coffee and stowed the cup in his other mesh cup holder on his backpack, sliding his computer a little closer to him.<br/><br/>He definitely<i>looked </i>sick now, the person sitting beside him glancing over and promptly scooting a little away. Edward mumbled an apology, quick to close his laptop and stow it in his bag. He zipped it up and kept it close to him as he tried his best to half-run, half-sneak out of the hall. He had to convince Tiger it wasn't worth the headache of the aftermath if they messed with Dwayne. If anything happened, Edward would be the one suffering and cleaning it up. Tiger would understand, right? He didn't even have to explain it all.