What was so difficult about not standing in the middle of the hallway? It was common knowledge to not block the path, or so Darcy though, and it was practically drilled into the heads of all new students when they first came to the school. And yet here they were. It could have been solved so easily too, they didn’t need to get anyone else involved, though a little drama first thing in the morning wasn’t unheard of, or unwelcome either.<br/><br/>But of all the people to get involved, her. What was her name again? Darcy only knew that she was friends with Lesia, his most recent ex, which meant she likely had ill feelings towards him because of it. Thankfully she seemed more interested in coming to the rescue of the other kid to pay him much mind other than a carefully cast look, one in which Darcy returned, annoyance written clearly on his face.<br/><br/>He usually wasn’t so nasty, okay, the majority of the time he could be, but having Nicolas home, on top of nearly running into Lesia, it wasn’t a good mix. As he was eyeing the girl before him, his curiosity was peaked as she opened her mouth to say something, but before that something could be learned,<span style="font-style: italic">she</span>was there and pulling her friend away. Darcy returned the glare, waiting until the pair had disappeared down the hall.<br/><br/>Frown in place and without a word, Darcy continued down the hall, making his way to his own class. He grabbed his bag, slinging it over one shoulder in the brief walk to the back of the class where it was promptly dropped on the floor next to a desk. Sliding into the seat, Darcy wasted no time in catching up on the latest gossip with those around him before class started.