Vending Issues [Frog/Invite]

Day 5,
Morning,

It was early, Esra needed some space away from everyone, she needed coffee. Bleary eyed she still stood straight if slightly dazed, not that much different from normal except the slight gloss to her eyes and the bags not quite concealed under them. Somehow she had to make it through the rest of the day of school on top of this nonsense that was keeping her up at night. All this weird behavior the last two days was going to be noticed sooner or later, talking to strange boys, going out of her normal patterns, being tired. At the very least she had to cover that up and hide it for the most part, just claim she was sick or something.

Fishing out a few coins she slid them rhythmically into the coin and without waiting selected the chilled mocha coffee down near the bottom. Getting coffee at school was hard enough, let alone in the mornings. Letting out a small sigh she leaned against the wall next to the machine and peeled the cap off the cup, hidden from sight from the corridor where there was just a little bit of peace. It wasn’t like she was meant to be anywhere right now, before classes started. Still it felt like she was doing something forbidden, even if she was fine.    

Toying with the ringpull she tried to focus her mind, it didn’t really work. So much had happened it felt like she was being pulled along, caught in the tide. Not being in control, she hated that, she needed control. Her childhood had been beyond her, someone else telling what to do, so much she ran away from it. A mistake but one she made, was this the same? Was she going to make another massive mistake, would she be the one to die this time? Would someone else? She’d brought Pendleton into this, was that bad? What a mess.

It tasted milky and chocolatey and barely of coffee at all, that was good. Cold coffee was just terrible, Esra just didn't get it. She would drink it at cafes and maybe a few times at home but generally she didn't need it. For most people she was still normally up pretty late but she had energy to burn, today she was just burned out. Lowering the can from her lips she noticed exactly how lax she had let herself become. That boy was sat in front of her, the one from last night, the first one. The one that couldn't baseball and wanted to escape other people, yet here he was. That made two for two, why were people stalking her? Would everyone she ran into yesterday be back today for more?

Raising her free hand in acknowledgement of the wave she took a breath and pushed off the wall, picking her bag up in a fluid motion. "Hey, you looking for me?" It seemed a weird chance, the school wasn't exactly small. Her voice was polite enough, well, roughly polite.

Dumping her bag on the ground she took chair next to his tucking in her skirts as she sat down. Placing the can in both hands she looked at him for a moment before fixing her attention squarely on the ring-pull. Reflecting back she acted different from how she normally did last night. He'd seen a side of her most people didn't see, even if it was just a peak. That made this weird, weirder.

"It's only been twelve hours, you've still got time," Esra leaded back into her seat and felt the table behind press into her back. Stretching out almost like a cat she flexed her arms and flicked her legs out in front of her. The can creaked a little in her fingers, why was she feeling more relaxed? Just the coffee?

"What is your name anyway," She had meant to find out today without asking but, here he was. There were other more important things to sort out today. Settling back down she looked at him and offered the smallest of an almost smile.

That is certainly a weird one, poor kid. Esra looked at him and tried to think of anyone with a worse name, no one came. Folding herself back into a less casual, more managed sit she took a breath. Her name was just a name, it didn't mean anything to her, "I'm Esra Dean, most people call me Miss Dean." There was a certain teacherly air to her sometimes but most people were just mildly scared of her.

"Do you like being called Frog?" Just because most people did it, did not mean he liked it. She was feeling nice enough to call him what he wanted to be called right now. There was time to kill and this conversation seemed less stressful than most lately. Drinking the last of the coffee she swirled the can to check for more as she eyed him. It was just odd, something.

"You can call me Esra if you want, most people don't." Esra smilled very faintly, she liked the wall that Miss threw up between her and other people. The little paper strip that put off some of the most inane and least interesting from annoying her. The slightly less personal tone that let her hide her feeling a little bit more. It was all stupid but it was the way things were.

Making up her mind that it wasn't worth trying to suck the last drops from the bottom of the can Esra placed it on the ground in front of them. After a moment of silence she broke it with, "How come you are at school early today?" It wasn't that early but she'd guess at him being the sort of person to get to school just before class.