(cont) F: She blinked. That was.... admittedly unexpected. Such a sudden mood change was definitely a signal that he was /not/ at all a normal person. She'd already figured that out, obviously, but this was confirmation. Perfect. "Uhh... I'm pretty sure it's the seventeenth. Of december. Why?" She asked, her tone-- to her dismay-- growing curious. He was starting to catch her attention. For more reasons than just one. Although... the rest of those reasons were... not something she would admit. So she ignored those reasons and focused on the logical ones instead. B- He cursed under his breath, his eyes now back on her. “Look. I don’t know you, you don’t know me~ but could you give this,” He dug through his jean pocket, removing a small white piece of paper, a few words neatly written along the edge, and handing it to her. “…To the principal? Thanks. Bye.” He started down the hall- immediately. F: Well... Theoretically, she could always just leave the note unread and bring it back to the principal. She could respect his privacy, and not have to worry about it anymore, but... The paper wasn't folded up or anything. He was almost /asking/ for her to read it. She started the opposite way, towards the principal's office, zipping up her hoodie. She could always get out of being dress coded, but better safe than sorry. And as she was walking down the hallway, she glanced down at the note, reading it. B- The letter read: (( In the project, because I wanted to use a fancy font. B) ))
Just delete the fancy font on your thing lol~ I may start adding music to the project, just so that I can jam out while writing B)