"Alright, but I doubt whatever you do is going to have much effect in the long run."
I offered no other words. She was pretty determined to make her point and it would either be false bravado or something extremely clever. Either way it promised to be entertaining.
So I chugged the last of my beer, tossed the empty can over the side of the building, grabbed my lunchbox and left the roof.
Once down one flight of stairs, however, I left and headed for the stairwell at the other end of the hall. I couldn't risk being seen with the others. Even the smallest of slip ups could have me labeled as a poser.
I made an excuse of atempting to seduce Mrs. Dietrich, so I made an effort to appear as though I was returning from that. Even stopped by her empty classroom and planted my lunchbox in it.
I got back to find several of my friends sharing poorly concieved notions of blasphemy and occult practice. I swear, I'm the only one who actually studies and understands this shit.
The idiocy of my own often makes me cringe. Perhaps I've been haging out wth Izzy too long...
Those who speak do not know, Those who know do not speak I recited the old axiom in my head as I held my frustrated tongue from correcting them. Not only would it my efforts to enlighten them be in vain, but according to the new girl, a show was about to begin.