"Well then," Greg began, doing his best to sound like a gentleman for Sofia, whom he had always admired. "Shall we be on our way?" He knew that this may have sounded slightly out-of-character for the former lab rat who could only converse about rock, girls and semi-flirt with Sara. Yes, he had come a long way since his field deabut, at he was fairly proud of himself. Even if he did have to leave a chunk of himself behind. Change was always good, right?
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Meanwhile...
A thud sounded through the locker room. It was a hallow one, with the sound of shaking metal somewhere in the background. That's usually what happened when someone's head hit a locker, after all. She rested her head there for a moment, allowing a sigh to slip over her thin lips. Dark hair fell around her shoulders, causing her view of the ground to blur a bit...
{Sorry, I needed to post as Sara somewhere...}