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"Here ya are, Flickaty." Finn grinned, cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth. His little sister shook her head at her childhood nickname and reached to open the door of his beat-up car. "What time do ya need pickin' up?"
"I dunno, dumbass, from seven for nine hours I told you. Do the math yourself!" Felicity snarked, grabbing her bag. She was less than happy about having to spend the entirety of her Saturday in detention, and her tone was sharp enough to show it. Finn was silent, and she could practically hear him thinking, shaking her head. Her hair was held up by a pencil, wrapped around it in a way she had learnt when she was seven and all her hair bands were left at home. "Four, Finn. Pick me up at four, as you have for the past three weeks, and many times before that." She groaned, opening the door.
"Alright, I'm busy but I'll send Jesse. He'll be a bit late though, half an hour or so." Finn told her, as she rolled her eyes fondly. "You wearing that to school, Flick?" He asked suddenly, noticing her outfit. She looked down at her cropped t-shirt and cargo shorts, a sliver of her tanned stomach showing. His old trainers had been stolen and shoved on, and her hoodie had been left on the counter of the trailer kitchen.
"It's detention, Finn. M'sure no-one else will be there." Felicity reassured. That was a lie. She knew at least three people who were also meant to be there, one of them being Bender.
"Don't slam it, Flick, I mean it!" Finn called as she got out. He was ridiculously overprotective of the maroon Cutlass, despite it's many scratches, dents and pieces held together with duct tape. Felicity slammed the door and stalked into the high school, unused to the sight of the empty looking building, her footsteps the only ones echoing around as she made her way to the library. Normally she would turn left now and go to the studios, and now her heart ached at the thought of the empty rooms, full of paints and canvases and pencils, all just laying, waiting. But her scuffed vans led the way to the library, all the way to the middle chair of the first row of tables of the right side. She took in the appearance of the three other people there, two boys and a girl. She recognised the wrestler and the girl, who she recognised as last year's prom queen Claire Standish, and the other boy was in her chemistry class. Brian or something.
Her bag was placed on the table and she sat, fiddling with the ring on her finger. The four teenagers sat in silence, the air heavy with expectations and pressure, for five minutes until the quiet was broken by footsteps. A tall boy walked in, gloved hands touching every single item on the librarian's desk as he walked in, sunglasses covering his eyes. He stopped, looking at Felicity.
"Good morning, Harris." He spoke, his voice deep and mock-serious.
"Hiya, Bender." She responded, small smile ghosting her lips. He nodded and walked over to where Brian was sat, gesturing him to move. He did, scurrying over to an empty seat, in the row behind Felicity. Bender sat on one chair, his feet on the other as another girl walked in, shrouded in black clothes. She walked around the back of the 16 foot shapeless statue at the end of the rows of tables before sitting in a seat behind Brian. Felicity recognised her dimly but wasn't sure of her name.
