liamrussell (liamrussell) wrote in lemuriathreads, @ 2018-01-30 15:20:00 |
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Liam was not in a good mood. He was sick of whatever grudge the first year girls - and apparently Mena Bones in particular - seem to hold against him for no reason whatsoever, and while he would have been happy to settle something like that with a quick scuffle, with another boy, it was incredibly frustrating to be in a feud with a girl and not be able to fight back. The mouse traps, in his opinion, had been a step too far. Just because he'd been the victims of worse pranks didn't mean he had to lie down and take them now, especially when, days later, his toes still stung. The worst part was, he'd started to think he was safe. Now he was back to juvie-level paranoia, checking the floor before he stepped on it, the sheets before he got between them, chairs before he sat on them, food before he ate it. It did not make for a very laidback attitude. And it gave him nightmares. For once he wasn't even enjoying his combat classes as much. It would have helped if he'd gotten some more sleep the night before, but he hadn't, and that was never a good thing. It only helped a little that they were practicing with paint balls, so if he shot someone by accident - or someone shot him as a joke - he'd probably only get in half as much trouble. He made three shots at the target he was sharing with Sean - one missed the target entirely and the other two barely grazed the edge. "Fuck," he growled angrily; he'd resigned himself to sucking balls at most of his classes, but if he started falling behind in firearms as well he might as well pack up and go home. |