Snippet #1459839

"It's fine."

"Adalynn! Adalynn Fleur! Hi!" Arthur spewed out as he grabbed her arms and helped her to he feet. This girl was one of few students he didn't even need to look up to identify. Everyone knew her. He'd read enough papers on sexual stimulation in the mind of teenage boys to know what was happening to him in the back of his head, but that didn't stop him from suddenly wanting to do anything to redeem himself in her eyes. Adalynn Fleur was pretty high up on the list of people he wanted to--but didn't have a chance of--becoming friends with. "Arthur. Arthur Salomon. Maybe you knew that already. I don't know. Um. Nice to meet you.. officially--I am so sorry!" He continued. "I was walking and looking at my phone and looking every but where I was going and I would have stopped except I didn't even see you there and I will just go away now."

Arthur let his mind drift back to the waves again, picking up on more messages between startled teens and bumbling cops as he turned and started to leave. His eyes drifted back to the list on his phone screen again and her name caught his eye. She was in the class. She might know who it was. I have to talk to her. Wait. Why do I even care? It's not like knowing who it was is going to change anything... But I have to know. He stopped, turned one-hundred-and-eighty degrees and walked back to Adalynn, trying to focus as much as possible on the task at hand and not so much on... her. "This might sound like a really weird question and I totally get if you don't want to answer, but, um, you were in the class, right? Where the kid... you know... did it?" he asked, but he didn't have to wait for her to respond. He knew the answer, so he moved on. "You don't, by any chance, know who it was, do you?"