Kevin rolled his eyes when he checked his phone. People could be so stupid, and Remy clearly wasn't an exception. Still, he really couldn't pass up a trip to the scrapyard and the promise of finding some cool stuff. So he sent a text back: "I don't eat. I'll be there."
The minute morning classes were over, he dumped his stuff in his dorm, grabbed a sturdy cloth bag for gathering stuff, and hurried down to the garage. He spent most free periods there anyway, because it was quiet and far away from the sight of people eating, which was just disgusting, really.
Remy was already there, and Kevin gave him a skeptical look. After all, he knew that Kurt was still under house arrest, and there was no way that Remy was allowed out before Kurt, not when he was the ringleader of all that trouble. But that was none of his business, and he wasn't about to ask about it. He just nodded at the other boy in greeting and moved around to open the passenger door of the car Remy was leaning against. "Let's get out of here," he told him.