"Is that... Monroe?" Blair's voice carried across the grass.
Hikaru gave her a single bored nod.
Charles's face went through a fascinating journey. Amusement first, then total confusion, then something close to rage.
Belle lost it beside me. "Her face! Oh my god, her face!"
"Yeah, that's pretty good," Jordan said, managing an actual smile.
"Alright, enough," Misato cut in. "We should warm up before—"
"ATTENTION FIRST YEARS!" Garrett's voice crashed over the field like thunder. "LINE UP BY HOUSE!"
"Well, shit," Naomi muttered.
Professor Garrett marched onto the grass like he was about to lead an invasion. The man was built like a truck that hit the gym. His black academy t-shirt with the Obsidian crest stretched tight over slabs of muscle. Tactical pants and combat boots finished off the whole military vibe. His buzz cut and permanent scowl said he didn't give a single fuck about your feelings.
