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Hypotenuse Murder Mystery Case; The joke begins
Topic Started: Apr 28 2015, 01:41 PM (1,150 Views)
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((Wayne Cox: Pregame Start))

His pencil scratched on paper.

YO, what're you doing? that was really obvious, you know

Wayne faked stretching, then lobbed his own paper ball aimed at Kimiko's desk when he felt no one was paying attention to him. Especially Mrs. Brown - he made extra, super sure in her case. This was the worst class to be doing this in, if he was being honest with himself. Mrs. Brown was strict as hell when she wanted to be. Which was always.

Anyway, the throw was sideways, no technique, which is probably why the ball missed where it was supposed to go. Missed really wide, actually. While he winced internally, it bounced once or twice on some quiet girl's desk before finally rolling to a stop. She was a junior, he was pretty sure. That only served to further remind him that as one of the seniors in the class, he was pretty terrible at math.

Awkward on all counts.

Wayne went back to staring at the board. Sure, the distraction was welcome. But he had the uncomfortable feeling that he should be taking notes and passing the class instead of taking the class and passing notes.
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Wayne stared at the back of the girl's head for a moment, his expression unchanged.

It wasn't as if he'd been trying to make a mess out of her desk. Hell, she hadn't read the note. That would have probably at least explained it. Maybe. Probably not. He shifted, then slouched slightly lower in his seat.

It didn't matter. Everyone would forget about this soon enough, anyway.

He glanced over at Kimiko, partly out of boredom, partly to distract himself, and noticed that she seemed to be checking Jerry out. That surprised him. While Jerry might have a nice butt - Wayne didn't particularly care for the line of thought - Mrs. Brown's class was a mood-killer like nothing else. Yeah, okay, it was still something to do other than pay attention to trig, but surely Kimiko had better options than Jerry. He supposed he could consider muscles other than the brain; in that case, Jerry was actually pretty well put together-

Forget it. He wasn't even going to ask.

His eyes wandered back to the board, then to the back of the junior girl's head again.

Wayne hesitated. Then he scribbled something on a loose scrap of paper, waited a moment, and, beginning to regret the idea already, raised his hand.

"Can I go to the bathroom?"
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He hadn't really thought this all the way through. Still, he had permission to go to the bathroom, and everyone had heard him ask, so he couldn't very well back out now.

Wayne took a moment to straighten out his notebook as he got up, casually scooping the scrap of paper he'd written on into his hand as he did so. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Jerry muttering something to Kimiko. Interesting. Maybe there was something going on between them after all. Too bad he had his own stuff to not screw up at the moment.

His hands in his pockets, Wayne beelined for the door. Stopped short. Took a few steps to the side, so that he just so happened to be in front of that junior girl's desk. Alice was her name, he realized, just before he leaned down and put his hands on her desk.

"Hey," he said in a low voice. "I don't really know you, but I might be gone for a while, so can I catch the notes from you after class?" He didn't bother waiting for a response. She was probably still pissed. "Thanks."

Whether she would end up giving him her notes or not, he made sure she received his, letting it peel away from his palm as he lifted his hands from her desk again.

sorry. missed my throw. Next to the words, he'd drawn a stick figure shrugging, with a sheepish grin on its face.

Then he made his way to the door, and grabbed the hall pass, and left.

He was free, in more ways than one.

((Wayne Cox continued in I Know What My Fortune Is))
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