Ophelia McCarthy (breatheoutside) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2018-05-21 22:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | #october 2017, greg, greg x ophelia, ophelia |
Who: Greg & Ophelia
What: lunch run-in
Where: Chamberlain High School
When: Noon, Wednesday 10/25
Status: Complete
Was there anyone left in Point Pleasant who wasn't connected to someone who'd gone missing under mysterious circumstances? If there were they were few and far between at this point, Greg was sure of it. He wasn't thinking about the missing girl as much anymore save for sad little reminders here and there like some idiot juniors talking about they should bring flowers to the Lucas family or something. Nice gesture for just about anyone else but Greg wasn't sure the Lucas family even did flowers. Sure, Greg wanted to do something for Jasper Lucas but he'd be damned if he knew what that could be. He'd done his share of searching though, both on Sunday night and after school on Monday and Tuesday. There were only so many places they could search and everyone was just... giving up. Greg was busying himself by thinking of the game on Friday. People went missing all the time and life went on for everyone but their families.
Compartmentalizing: saving humanity's sanity since... forever, probably.
On a more positive note his group of friends had expanded and he didn't much care if anyone thought it was weird that he was chatting with the queer nerds in the hallways; it had always kind of been his M.O. anyway, chatting with anyone and everyone. And then there was Phee who had turned out to not want to set his head on fire. They'd had a moment at Sebastian's little party and Greg was not dumb enough to think that her showing him magic was anything but huge. He'd started greeting her in the hallways, usually as he was rushing past her to get somewhere or if she passed him at his locker. It was tempting to make some inside jokes with her but he wasn't sure how to work in Earth Magic Humor without alerting everyone around them that she was Something Special so he usually just hollered 'Yo' or 'Sup Phee!' before moving on. At one point he winked at her and then wondered why the hell he'd done that. It wasn't a question he lingered on, he had too much on his mind to really worry about it.
He was shuffling out of class when he spotted Phee in the hallway and hollered "Yo, Phee!" at her. Only he wasn't in a rush as he wasn't terribly hungry so he stopped this time, flopping against one of the lockers next to hers. "Sup?"
For her part, Ophelia was latching onto every tiny bit of attention Greg Wheeler tossed her way. She’d been a little shocked at first, when he’d greeted her in the hallway the first time, like they were friends now. Though she didn’t really approve of him calling her Phee all over the place where other people could hear it, it gave her a thrill every time he spoke to her. Or yelled to her, depending on how far away in the hall they were. Ophelia had been smiling back or saying ‘hey’ when she was close enough, but they hadn’t really stopped to talk and she continually convinced herself it was just Greg being Greg. She’d just proven herself not deadly, so he was being more Greg at her than usual, that was all. Only he’d winked at her once, and Ophelia felt like she could’ve died happy in the middle of the hall.
She’d just been changing out her books at her locker when she heard him bellow her name again, and Ophelia looked up as Greg banged into the locker next door. A flush immediately bloomed in her cheeks and she did her best not to look like a deer in headlights. He was actually stopping this time, and she had to not be a giant dork about it. “Hey ... oh, you know, livin’ the dream,” she answered with a little laugh and an eyeroll. “What’s up with you?”
"So dead," Greg groaned. "I haven't done this much walking since... Since never, really. My feet are killing me." He glanced down at the books she was holding, then grinned at her. "Much rather be living the dream." He was happy to see her and recently he just attributed it to the fact that she didn't hate him and that was a major win. There were people who hated him in school and he never knew how to deal with it. Being nice just set them off even more and it was confusing as fuck, so this was a major victory. She was smiling and everything!
Phee’s heart squeezed tighter at Greg’s smile, and she couldn’t help but grin back at him. It was just contagious. And unless it was her imagination -- it probably was -- there was something a tiny bit different about it too. It didn’t look like the obnoxious teasing grin she’d seen so often growing up. It was probably just her, though. “You’d rather be doing algebra?” she teased, arching a brow at him and glancing down at the top book in her arms too. A second later she realized what he must’ve been doing and winced. “... oh, you were out searching, huh? Hell, I’d rather be doing algebra too.” Her heart went out to the little girl and her family, and Phee hoped she was found alive.
Greg honestly would rather be out searching than doing algebra so he shook his head wildly at the suggestion. "You made it sound like something nice," he teased accusingly since she hadn't sounded very happy about whatever dream she'd been living. "But yeah, I can't even imagine, you know? I always wanted a little sister but losing one? That's fucked up." Poor Jasper Lucas, Greg had seen him sometimes when he was searching and the guy looked like hell. "Her brother's dating your brother's ex girlfriend, I don't know if you heard, I don't even know what Jules is going through either it's all just too close."
She finished changing out her books and closed her locker door with a soft push, then leaned her shoulder against it to face him. Since he didn’t seem in any big rush to go anywhere. Not that she was complaining. “Yeah I think I heard that,” Ophelia said. Who hadn’t heard that, really? Jules Cooper slumming it with Jasper Lucas had been a hot topic for a few days after Homecoming. Not that Phee cared ... she’d never liked Jules all that much and she knew nothing about Jasper except he was probably a criminal, but it had been more interesting than the usual gossip, at least. “It really sucks. I hope they find her.” They were a lot closer in age, but she knew Sebastian would’ve been beside himself if she’d gone missing. “Are you uh ... going back out after school?”
Greg grimaced and shook his head. He probably should, they all should, but he was done for now. They still hadn't found her and the chances of finding a kid after such a long time had passed were slim. "I need to study and get ready for Friday," he said apologetically because who cared about grades or the game when there was a kid missing? He did! That probably made him a shitty person but then most people were moving on already unless they were close to the family.
Ophelia nodded. She understood. They couldn’t all spend the rest of their lives walking through the woods and looking. It was super sad, but life kept going. She gave Greg a little smile to show she wasn’t judging him for it; he’d already done way more than she had. She tossed a glance toward the kids still streaming past them and then looked back at Greg, wondering with a flutter if anybody was noticing him talking to her for so long. “So what are you doing for lunch?” she asked, sounding as casual as possible about it, even if her nerves flared up a little. It was lunchtime, that was a perfectly reasonable question, right?
"The usual," Greg muttered, then jerked visibly and groaned. "Though if I have to listen to Kyle talk shit today I might just break his nose, you know? So I might go eat outside, see if your brother will join me. I mean, it's sunny, won't be sunny for much longer." He was gazing at nothing as he thought about it but turned his attention on her again. "What about you? Where do you go off to when you're not at the cafeteria?"
For a second she got really excited, hearing him bitch about Kyle, and then he of course mentioned asking Sebastian to eat with him, ugh. That would make way more sense than Greg eating lunch with her, but that didn’t make her want it any less. “Oh, um ... outside if the weather’s nice. To the library if it’s not.” Phee gave him a little smile and shrugged. She scraped her teeth over her bottom lip and gave herself a mental push before she could chicken out. “I’ll keep you company outside if you want,” she said, the offer coming out a bit rushed.
Greg thought about it with a ponderous sort of scowling expression before he nodded. It made a lot more sense than texting Sebastian and wasting more than half his lunch break waiting for him and he was enjoying her company. "Aight," he decided. "I'm not sharing my sandwich so I hope you brought your own." He would share if she hadn't, of course, so it was just a joke but he really hoped she'd brought lunch because he was usually starving.
Even if he was going to say no, Ophelia couldn’t help but be amused by that face he made, and she pressed her lips together against a giggle. A little thrill went through her when he agreed, followed quickly but fluttering nerves, because ohmygod what was she going to talk about for like forty five minutes? During a private lunch with Greg? “Uh, duh, because I know your sandwich can’t possibly be as good as mine,” she teased, defaulting into that sort of humor since part of her was freaking out. Ophelia straightened up off the locker and started to head toward the exit she usually used at lunch time to get to her favorite spot.
"Hey! My mom made it," Greg protested as he pushed away from the lockers to follow her. "So it's definitely better than- oh wait, this is a trick, isn't it, you're just trying to trick me into giving you my sandwich to compare or some shit. I'm not falling for that. You are not getting my sandwich." He shook his head humming a negative 'mm-mm' for emphasis. Then he was greeting someone at the door and giving them a fist-bump before heading out after Ophelia. Was it weird to eat lunch with his best friend's little sister? Greg saw it as a positive because if Ophelia didn't hate him there would definitely be less problems in the future.
Ophelia laughed a little and bit her tongue on teasing him about his mom still making his lunch for him. It was kind of cute, and he was a boy, so. They were helpless about a lot of things. Her own mother probably would’ve loved to make her lunch, and only give her carrots and protein bars to eat, but Ophelia had taken up that responsibility when she’d started high school. She barely glanced at the person Greg fist-bumped, leading the way outside and in the warm sun. The fresh air made her feel instantly better, and she walked around to the spot she liked -- a little alcove made by the structure of the building, shady and grassy and a bit isolated. It was peaceful there, and Ophelia felt at home as she slipped out of her backpack and plopped down. She smiled at Greg. “All right, let’s see this gourmet sandwich you’re so protective of.”
"You can see but you can't touch," Greg said in a melodic way as he dumped his backpack on the ground in front of him and sat down, wasting no time in getting it open. He was a total mama's boy and he wasn't ashamed of it especially when Jessica made way better sandwiches than he had the patience to make. He'd been made fun of for it once but then people just got jealous. He pulled out the thick sandwich and unwrapped it, sniffing it dramatically and sighing. "Gourmet indeed. What did you get?"
Ophelia had pulled her own lunch bag out of her backpack and unzipped it. “Turkey and cheese, with spinach,” she said, unwrapping her own sandwich. “But I packed some super awesome chicken pasta salad and fruit too.” She pulled out the plastic containers to pop them open, then looked over at Greg’s sandwich. Ophelia hummed an impressed sound and nodded. “Okay, gotta hand it to you, that looks good.” She pulled a fork out and started poking at her pasta salad. Really, a good lunch was all in the sides, to her.
"Hand it to Jessica Wheeler," Greg said and raised his sandwich as if in a toast before chomping down on it. He pulled his phone out as he chewed and sent quick text to Sebastian to let him know he was eating outside though the quick text became three quick texts because autocorrect decided Phee's name was Phew. "You should come visit sometime, mom keeps bitching about her Gardenia or something dying, it could probably use a little magic to survive." He grinned at Phee again and took another bite of his sandwich.
It was always so jarring to hear kids her age refer to their parents by their first names, but Ophelia just grinned at him. “Hats off to Mrs. Wheeler then,” she murmured before she took a bite of her own sandwich. She peeked over at Greg’s phone while he fiddled with it, but didn’t snoop enough to know who he was texting, just focused on eating and enjoying the feeling of the fresh air around her and the ground under her butt. She loved sitting in the grass at any opportunity. “Yeah?” she said when he spoke to her again, smiling before she popped some fruit into her mouth. She’d only been to Greg’s house a few times, sent by her mother to fetch Sebastian when they were younger. “I can do that. Tell her I just ... have some special plant food or something. Or sneaky-fix it.”
"If you sneaky fix it she'll feel like a gardening queen," Greg laughed and he hadn't really thought it through. Phee coming over to his place was not usual at all but they were becoming friends or something so why the hell not, right? He didn't usually refer to his mom by name but it had felt amusingly formal to do so in this context and he didn't think much of it. "So when you do stuff like that, it doesn't cost anything? You can just... perk up flowers and make them grow and you don't need to take it from anywhere else?"
That was the problem with not being formally taught anything, only trying to figure it out for herself -- Ophelia didn’t know the reasons for anything, really. She shrugged a bit and looked from her pasta salad over at Greg. “I think I do take it from like ... everything around me. Like it’s just out there and I can kinda channel it to do what I want. Like the Force or something, you know? It’s hard to explain, but that’s what it feels like.” Phee thought for another moment, then added, “I’m not really doing anything big though. I think bigger stuff takes more work, and has more like, risk to it.” She popped some more food into her mouth and gave him a half-smile. It was cool that he wanted to know, and from her specifically.
"You should start learning that stuff too," Greg said without thinking and then hesitated because he wasn't sure that was something he should be talking about. At least he hadn't gone and blurted out Reagan's name and Bash had never outright told him Phee couldn't know about it. As if to compound his worries, his phone buzzed with a text from Bash and he almost expected it to be an angry 'it's a secret!' kind of text. "Your brother says hi," he said after reading it, putting the phone away and relaxing a little.
Phee had been about to tell him that she was, sort of, that Bash was going to teach her everything he learned, but then he was looking at his phone. Her eyebrows lifted at the message Greg passed along, and assumed that had been who Greg texted a few minutes ago. Her cheeks flushed a little, because Sebastian knew, and now he would know they were eating lunch together, and he was probably going to give her all kinds of shit later. “He’s not going to suffer and die without you for a lunch period, right?” Ophelia asked sardonically, smirking a bit.
"Honestly?" Greg retorted, eyes going wide. "He probably will, or at least suffer some HP damage. That's on him though, I did what I could." He grinned again and took another bite of his sandwich, humming contently as he chewed. They didn't always have lunch together but they usually did and it was usually with a lot of other people. Greg was as extroverted as they came but sometimes even he couldn't deal with that crowd. All they'd be talking about now was that missing girl anyway and if he had to listen to some dumbass theories he was probably going to explode.
Ophelia snickered a bit and shook her head. She connected the dots that ‘doing what he could’ probably meant Greg had invited Sebastian out to eat with them. Which of course made sense. This wasn’t anything special to him. Just lunch with his bestie’s little sister. She smothered a bit of irrational disappointment and ate some more food. “But anyway, yeah. I’m going to learn from Sebastian. He’s gonna learn from somebody and then teach me,” she went on after a beat. She didn’t want to give away Reagan Kelly’s name just in case Greg didn’t know about her, but it wouldn’t surprise her if he already knew. Bash told him everything, it seemed like.
"You know who he's learning from?" Greg asked and it really seemed like they were each holding back on saying things out loud that they weren't sure they had to keep secret or not. It was a little uncomfortable, especially for someone who'd never been very good with secrets. "I mean, shit, I didn't know there were so many witches in this town, you know? It's crazy how you can grow up somewhere and just not know something."
“Yeah, I do,” Ophelia said, giving him a half-amused, half-suspicious look. “Do you?” Knowing Sebastian, he’d probably told Greg who it was, but she didn’t want to spill any secrets she wasn’t supposed to either. “I know what you mean though. Our parents told us about our families having magic and stuff, especially when we stopped seeing our cousins ... but I feel like there’s a lot in this town that we don’t know about, you know? Stuff going on under the surface.”
At her question Greg winked at her and nodded with a somewhat amused smile that faded when she went on because yeah, there was a lot they didn't know about and already so much he knew about now that he wasn't sure he wanted to know. "Yeah, like... Demons and ghosts and shit," he muttered and wondered if she knew about that part. Was he going to need a list of things he couldn't talk about with Phee now? He hadn't exactly planned on a deep chat with her anytime soon but here they were.
So Greg knew about that too. “Yeah, shit like that,” Ophelia agreed with a sigh. “Were you like ... around? When Hunter was possessed or whatever?” She knew it had been awful and traumatizing, but she couldn’t help but be insatiably curious about what that had been like. Bash hadn’t mentioned Greg in that mix that she could remember, but she didn’t really know how long it had lasted, either. And they all seemed to be friends now.
Greg shook his head and he was selfishly glad he hadn't been. "We were in the crash," he explained and wondered if they would have been dragged into it otherwise. "Bash just told me about it, 'cause you know one or two bombs aren't enough. Gotta drop a cluster!" He grinned at that and took another big bite of his sandwich. It wasn't funny but the whole bomb-dropping kinda was.
“Oh right ... it was just that one night, I guess,” Phee concluded, forking up some more pasta salad. She cringe-laughed at what Greg said. “He was totally carpet-bombing you with truth, huh? Sorry. He’s kind of a drama queen sometimes, I dunno if you’ve noticed.” Greg knew that probably better than most people, so she toned it as a joke. Ophelia glanced at him out of the corner of her eye as she chewed some more food. “I’m glad you’re okay though. With the crash and all.”
"Thanks," Greg replied with his mouth full so it came out a bit muffled. He was well aware his best friend was dramatic and highly sensitive and in a lot of ways it had probably made Greg a better person, always noticing when he overstepped or said something upsetting. It was hard to miss with Bash. "We got lucky, you'd have thought a lot more people should have been badly hurt," he added once he'd swallowed. They'd been mostly fine, save for Bash's claustrophobia and their minor concussions.
Ophelia nodded. She’d been worried when she’d first heard about it, but everybody seemed to be okay, so that was good. She fell quiet, not sure what else to talk about as she ate some more of her lunch. It was nice to just sit with him, Sebastian nowhere around, knowing that she had his attention, but it also sort of made her nervous, because she wasn’t sure what to say now and that was probably super boring to him and he was never going to want to have lunch with her again but why would he in the first place and ugh. Phee felt her cheeks pinken up again just from her own internal monologue.
She didn't have much to worry about. When he wasn't busy chewing on his food, Greg had plenty of things to rattle on about. When Phee didn't say anything he just carried on, not really considering whether she was really interested in football or what concerts he really wanted to go to. He rolled the wrapper from his sandwich up into a ball and started playing with it, tossing it in the air and catching it, than batted it over at Phee. "You gonna go to any parties this weekend?"
She didn’t mind listening to Greg ramble, Ophelia had always liked his voice. It had always been pretty deep, but she could remember when it changed several years back, and she’d wondered now and then if that had been when her crush truly began. She’d been watching him play with the paper ball, so she actually -- amazingly, to her -- caught it when he sent it in her direction. With a little giggle, she tossed it up and batted it back. “I dunno ... the only one I’ve heard about is at Victoria Chapman’s, right? So, probably not.” Phee didn’t get invited to parties, really, especially not the ones the popular kids threw. “Are you going?” He probably was, and he would get laid by some hot senior girl and have a great time.
"Oh man, Victoria," Greg said with a little snort and shake of his head as he started bouncing the paper ball like a ping pong ball. "It'll be a big enough party so yeah I'll probably go. Jules is definitely not throwing a party so there's not a lot of other stuff going on unless you're old enough for the bars." He hated throwing parties because it meant cleaning up after and worrying about people destroying things. He had a lot of sensitive little figurines in his space and people got stupid when they were drunk. "Bash will probably go and Hunter, though shit, I don't know how that's gonna work for them. They probably shouldn't drink."
Ophelia was used to not going to any parties pretty much ever, so she wasn’t too bothered by it. She would just chill at home and read, or watch scary movies on her own or something. Which was probably super boring of her, but it was better than trying to hang out with a bunch of people who were older and cooler than her and suffering through her social anxiety. Phee winced when Greg brought up her brother and his boyfriend. “Uh ... yeah, that’s probably a disaster waiting to happen,” she said. She wasn’t one to tell Bash what to do, but she hoped he was thinking this through at least a little. “They were super handsy at home.”
"You noticed that too, huh?" Greg chuckled and shook his head. He was happy for his friend, for sure, but the whole situation was tricky and honestly a little boring for anyone who wasn't Sebastian or Hunter. Couples were so fucking boring, he didn't think he'd been this boring in his relationships but if he was honest with himself he hadn't been that into those girls anyway. "I'm not staying sober to play chaperone."
“Uh, it was kind of impossible to miss,” Phee said with an eyeroll, her tone a mix of amusement and annoyance. “Hunter stayed at the house like all day Sunday too. Which, I mean, I’m happy for them, yay. But Jesus.” She finished off the last of her own sandwich and stuffed the trash into her lunch bag. “You shouldn’t have to. He’s a big boy. So just like, go and have fun.” Maybe there was a part of her that was a little jealous that Sebastian really had someone now, but Ophelia was trying not to be bitter about it. It was a hard situation for him, she had sympathy for that. She just simultaneously wanted a boyfriend too and didn’t want anyone to take her brother away from her.
"What?" Greg drawled in feigned shock. "He spent all that time with his secret boyfriend? Why would he do that?" He laughed though it wasn't really a joke at Phee's expense then groaned loudly. "Man I just hope his head is in the game on Friday. We need to win this game. I want to get into the playoffs." It was hard not to feel competitive about it, even if he wasn't planning on a career in football or anything. It just felt good to win stuff.
Ophelia blushed a bit more and felt guilty for being irritated by it -- it more felt like an awkward invasion of her privacy anyway, which was stupid, but it was her house too. It had meant to be a way to commiserate, but it had probably come out bitter. Ugh. But Greg was moving on to football, so maybe he hadn’t really noticed. “I’m sure he’ll be fine,” she said as she finished off the last of her food and zipped up her bag. “You guys are totally going to kill it.”
"You have no idea how much it hurt to sit on the sideline and watch our team get destroyed," Greg said with a hand on his chest because it honestly still hurt to think about. "Stupid bus crash." He was pretty sure they could have taken those guys if most of their players hadn't been hurt. Talk about a good reason to postpone a game, damn it. "So we better make up for it."
He looked so sincere, but Phee couldn’t help but laugh a little. It wasn’t derisive, just amused by the way he touched his chest like it was a great tragedy. “Aw,” she said, tilting her head with sympathy even as she grinned at him. “I’m sure that was hard. But it’s okay, you guys are like, rested up now! So you’ll kick so much ass.” That made sense, right?
It was nice to hear it, like he had his own private cheerleader for the moment and Greg nodded enthusiastically. "Gonna whoop some Viking ass!" he hollered and then laughed when he obviously got the attention of someone walking by. "Next Friday! You heard it here first!" he shouted after them and then grinned at Phee again. "You're gonna be there, right? Marching band?"
Ophelia blushed a bit more -- stupid traitor cheeks -- when the kid looked over at them and Greg hollered at them. If they were going to ever date, which of course they weren’t, that would be something she would have to get used to, she guessed. Phee smiled helplessly back when Greg turned his attention back to her, reaching up to tuck some hair behind her ear. “Yeah, of course,” she said. She bit her lip against saying that she would’ve been there even without band, to cheer them on. Specifically Greg and Sebastian. Mostly Greg. Ugh. “I’ll flute extra hard to root for you guys.”
"You can blow my whistle, baby, whistle baby," Greg sang and even did a little shoulder dance to go with it before remembering that damn song was very suggestive and totally a euphemism for a blow job. He did not need to be joking about blow jobs to his best friend's little sister, that was for sure. He laughed and quickly changed his tune. "Flute hard, hard as the wind!" That probably didn't help, it was still all about blowing. Was there any way to speak of woodwind instruments without it sounding kinky? Damn. "Toot toot," he added but no, he didn't feel like he was saving himself from this one.
Her pale brow inched upward further and further as Greg struggled to land on a joke, but Phee was laughing at the same time. She shook her head. “Ohmygod you’re such a dork,” she told him, but there was affection there. Ophelia wasn’t thinking about blowjobs, not right then anyway. She’d heard plenty of guys being gross about woodwind instruments, but it wasn’t generally aimed at her, so the innuendo didn’t click. Because there was no way Greg thought of her like that anyway. She stuffed her lunch bag back in her backpack and pulled out her phone to glance at the time. “What do you have next?” she asked him.
"Math," Greg sighed and since she didn't seem offended or anything he didn't worry about that stupid song. He glanced at his own phone and groaned because he really didn't want to go to class. Who the hell could think about math when there was a game on next Friday and a very important search going right now? "How about you? Got anything fun?"
“Ew,” Ophelia said automatically, wrinkling her nose. She and math did not get along in the slightest. “Not in the slightest. Economics.” She made another face and rolled her eyes. It involved more math and it was painfully boring. Phee got the crazy urge to see if Greg wanted to skip the rest of the day with her, but she had no idea what she would suggest they do instead, so she bit that one back. They did need to get moving or they would be late though, so Phee pulled her backpack around to slip her arms into the straps again.
Greg reluctantly got up and slung his backpack up over one shoulder before holding his hand out for Ophelia. "Economics are super important for your future, young lady," he said gravely. "Let's get you to class." The serious expression didn't last, a corner of his lips twitching upward in a crooked smile. "Though I bet you can just cook the books with a lil magic in the future."
She didn’t strictly need help getting up, but Ophelia wasn’t going to pass up a chance to innocuously touch Greg, so she took his hand and let him help her to her feet. And if she maybe overbalanced a bit and kind of bumped chests with him, that was totally an accident. Totally. She glanced up at him through her lashes before she let go and moved back, letting out an amused huff. “Yeah, maybe,” she said, tucking her thumbs into her backpack straps and trying not to look too flustered. “Number magic and stuff.”
"I'm so getting you to help me with my taxes," Greg teased and he couldn't quite pinpoint what that little bump was making him feel. Amused, he thought, but amused in a way he didn't really want to analyze fully in that moment. "I'd ask Bash but he'd probably be like oh my God, that's cheating. Your brother is so sensitive." He grinned at her and shook his head. "Ready to go?"
Still feeling a little flushed, Phee gave a laugh. “Yeah, that sounds like him,” she said, tucking some hair behind her ear again. “But yeah.” She turned to start back toward the door they’d come out of. Their classes were in vaguely in the same direction, and she felt a little weird and a little wonderful walking down the hall with him again. When it came time to part ways, Ophelia flashed him a smile. “See ya,” she said. Phee hoped it sounded casual, but it probably sounded awkward instead, but what else could she say?
It sounded casual enough to Greg and he gave her a little salute as he walked away backwards for a few steps then turned to stalk off to class. All in all he felt pretty good about this, he was making friends with Phee and she didn't hate him anymore! This was going to make Bash happy and things between them a lot easier, no doubt.