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For homework that night Bugatti actually listened to the entire Crimson album and concentrated on what Andy would feel when he first heard the songs. Would he sing along? Would he play air guitar? Would he gel his hair and lip sync in the bathroom mirror, losing himself in the moment and feeling complete for that minute amount of time? She began to listen to a couple of the songs on repeat, trying to find the key to his heart with a few letters of the alphabet placed in just the right way…

The next day in Cell Biology a pop quiz was announced before Bugatti had a moment to talk or write to Andy. The energy he emanated seemed to change during the test as the room fell silent. She spent most of the time watching him from the corner of her eye as his focus didn’t seem to be on her for once but on trying to pry the answers from Mr. Hollistereagle’s mind.

Bugatti considered offering to tutor Andy and rush the process of PALMing him. She bided her time after finishing the quiz and handed it in after he submitted his. She didn’t want to show off completing the test before he had, he already seemed to hate her and there wasn’t a need to fan the flames of hatred. She left him alone for the rest of the day and most of the next day.

Notes

{From the pockets of a pocket fox}

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