Elementary Evil: Class #1

Moaning a bit, Willow felt someone holding her. She was pretty sure she had passed out, and that it had something to do with a pocket knife, but other than that, she had no clue what happened. She wasn't all the way awake, but she was awake enough to be able to think, however unclear her thoughts were. She felt a bit of pressure near her upper leg, and then she fell back into unconsciousness...

Hearing voices again, she willed herself awake. Slowly blinking, Willow looked around a bit, wondering where she was. Reaching down, she touched her leg, and winced and the pain shot up through her body like a fast-moving fire. "Uhhh.." Willow groaned softly, her head pounding. She tried to sit up, but was just too weak. Seeing someone next to her, but (her sight still being a bit blurry) not being able to see who it was, she propped her head up on her arm, and waited for them to speak.

Smiling, Willow took the boys hand, and pulled herself up, supporting most of her weight on her right leg. She would have to go back to her dorm and find another pair of jeans, once she figured out who the hell left the knife on the floor in the first place... "Thanks" she replied, grinning again. "But don't worry dude, I should be fine, you know...unless there happens to be another pocket knife in my way!" As she attempted a joke, she winced at the pain, and closed her eyes for a few seconds, sighing as she opened them again. Maybe she would be taking that trip to her dorm sooner than she thought...

Willow thought for a second before deciding what to do. She didn't need to think long. That guy... she said to herself, looking straight at Damian, knows something about who had the pocket knife, I KNOW it... Limping a little, she started to walk out into the hallway, but looked back over her shoulder at the other boy, whose name she realized she hadn't actually caught yet. "I think I got it" she said, grinning. Quickly swallowing her cheeriness, she walked as quickly as she could, trying to catch up to Damian. "Hey!" Willow called, "Wait up, dude!"

"Not trying to be mean or anything, but..." Willow started, before adding a mental note. Honestly, she thought, I probably should be trying to be mean...I mean, seriously, this kid is a total jerk...what did I ever do to him!? Then again...he did help me by bringing me to the nurse....but did he have to point out his 'heroic' actions...as if I wouldn't know...Ah well...maybe he's just....er...shy...? She didn't really know how someone would express shyness by acting like they could care less about everybody else, making it look like they think themselves so high and mighty, but she figured she probably wasn't being too fair to him. She would just have to ignore it as best she could, and think on the bright side of things. After all, that's what she always did back at home...her real home, with her mom that is...not her father, who she realized reminded her of Damian in a lot of ways... As her brain finally shook itself back awake, she looked back at Damian, and tried to remember what she was saying. Thankfully, her memory was a hell of a lot better than her sense of direction, and she quickly started back up with her 'conversation' of sorts. "...truthfully, I think you know something about how the pocket knife got where it was. If you don't, well, sorry for asking, but by what you've been saying, it sounds a hella lot like you do." Willow ended her accusation, slurring the last few words a bit, and letting a bit of her more natural tone of voice to show through. Sighing, she waited for Damian to answer, watching him closely for the slightest sign of recognition in what she was saying.

Noticing the absence of emotion in Damian's voice, she assumed that he was trying to mislead her somehow. Either that, she figured, or he's just reaaaally good at hiding what he's actually thinking. Seeing the other guy whisper something to Damian, she watched as he turned back to her, and mouthed something along the lines of 'Call me...etc...', She figured that she probably would, once she got herself back to normal. Well, that is, once she could walk without having to limp all the time. She knew that it was done on purpose, and that the knife hadn't been laying there coincidentially, but she didn't know much else. To be entirely honest, she wasn't sure weather it had been a coincidence or not... Trying to answer Damian's question as best she could, she sighed. "Well...I'm not sure...just...by the way you've been talking...what with the whole 'recent vaccination' thing and all...it just seemed a bit like you planned it. Sorry if I'm wrong dude, but you gotta understand I tend to jump to conclusions a lot, you know?" Sighing again, she looked at Damian for any sign of emotion at all.

"That's true..." Willow sighed, realizing he was right. She was just randomly accusing people, trying to make sense of something in the place. Not like it mattered anyway. She didn't really know why, but she suddenly figured that anyone could have dropped the knife on the ground, and she really wouldn't care who it was. If she didn't know any better, she would have thought it would have been one of the teachers or something, but it's not like teachers carry around rusty knifes all the time. This was supposedly a safe school. Then again, it was kiiiinda creepy. She really didn't know what to believe anymore. Damian looked like he probably knew a lot more than her about it, so she figured she would have to ask him later. Really, she thought, I could ask anyone. It's like I'm the only one who doesn't know what this place is. Weird. She finally was forced to quit the two-way argument she was having in her mind, and take the crazy train back to reality. "Yeah..." she muttered, not really knowing what else to say. Seeing Damian's expression finally change, or show anything at all for that matter, she relaxed a little, and waited for her brain to kick in and figure out what to say.