“Lyric, please,” Max mumbled, frowning as he stared at him. His brown skin glowed under the harsh lighting from the classroom. “You have to tell us you had a panic attack when you saw him.”
Yesterday was the day Lyric saw Fern at the carnival, and he hadn’t explained who Fern was. He had also slept in Creed’s room. Roland was awful and didn’t want to see the similarities today.
“No,” he hissed.
When Max groaned, it caught the attention of Mr Jean. “Max, are you okay?”
“Not really, Lyric is being stubborn, and it’s pissing me off.”
“I live to piss people off,” he said, nodding slightly.
“Both of you watch your language, and Max interrogates Lyric outside my class. Also, where's the other one?"
The duo shrugged. They weren’t sure where Roland was; neither was on his ‘I can tolerate t
