Adam wanted to laugh.  She was so innocent.  So, so innocent.<br/><br/>“You're so naïve, Tiny,” he shook his head, “I always have gym with that asshole.  Not a year has gone by he hasn't tried to hit me in the nuts with something painful.”  He cringed inwardly.   Something about what she said made him wary, because if Scott was dogging her before, he probably felt like Adam had invaded his territory, as males tend to do.  He expected to find out later.  He considered wearing a cup today.<br/><br/>It wasn't until half way into Calculus he came to a harrowing realisation.<br/><br/>“She took my notebook,” Adam hissed.  Peter turned his head a little, raising a brow at him.<br/><br/>“The one you write all your lyrics in?”<br/><br/>“That one,” he affirmed.<br/><br/>“Relax, it's not like you were doodling melons in there or- wait, you did,  didn't you?”  Adam could already feel the blood rushing to his face.  Peter grinned and plowed on, “You still have that gushy poem written in there?  I know you've been mad crushing on her since fourth grade mun--!”<br/><br/>“Ahem,” the teacher cut in.  They briefly fell silent, until the lesson continued.  Adam leaned forward again.<br/><br/>“Her name isn't part of it.”<br/><br/>“You think she's stupid?  Just watch, she'll read it and ask who that girl is, and you can feed her a line of bull and she'll still know.  She'll ask just to screw with you, but she'll know.  They always do.”<br/><br/>“But she-!”<br/><br/>The two stopped abruptly as they were both drenched in cold water.  The teacher stood over them both with his Nerf gun as a few stifled chortles circulated the room.<br/><br/>“Next time I'll use the one with the urinal water,” he threatened.<br/><br/>Lunch bell rang and the two descended the stairs, still soaked and cold.  They found a freshman to cut, and collected their lunch as normal.  Adam peered around the cafe, curious to see where Sasha might be.  He guessed she probably ate lunch with her usual crowd.  Instead, he found Scott first.  Sasha was right- he appeared to be irritated about something.  Peter wanted to go outside again, but Adam became concerned when Scott laid his eyes on Sasha and started walking in her direction.  He glanced back at Peter, but he was already long gone.  It didn't feel right.  Maybe he should hang around… just in case.  She made it sound like Scott was harassing her, and he wasn't going to let that happen.