Who: Ethan and Quinn Where: Corridor, then the bathroom What: The day continues to be bad (2/3) When: Lunchtime, Oct. 18 Rating: SFW
The day definitely hadn't been great so far. After being tossed into the dumpster that morning, Ethan had decided to skip first period to stay in the showers, making sure that he didn't smell or that he had any unwanted items stuck to his person (it would definitely take him a while to get over what had been stuck in his hair that morning). Classes had been pretty standard as far as they went and things had even started to look up, as Kurt's mystery apology gift had turned out to be vouchers for Breadstix (and how could that have ever been bad?). Ethan felt that things might have been looking up. Well, until lunchtime. As he walked down the corridor towards the cafeteria, he had been stopped in his tracks as a very cold sensation splashed itself all over his face. Instantly his eyes began to sting as sticky corn syrup dripped down his face.
"Enjoy your afternoon slushie, homo!" Karofsky smirked as the group of jocks passed. Slowly opening his eyes after catching his breath, Ethan scowled to himself before running a hand over his face. Strawberry, his least favorite flavor. Great. Shaking his head a little, Ethan used the back of his hand to wipe his eyes clean in order to see his way to the bathroom. He just wished that nobody had just witnessed what had happened. Naturally, he knew that many people had on account of it being lunchtime and him being in a crowded corridor.
Brilliant. Fucking fabulous. Could the day really get any worse?