After class, Jason moved with intent, doing his best to both avoid her and keep her safe. It was a nice thought but being homeless was great! She could hide out in the library, move about in the cafeteria and dodge her enemies in the labs.
Sleeping comfortably was a stretch, but school had the teen’s center, often referred to as TNT. That had couches. Old couches. Still, anything beats trying to sleep in the nurse’s office or on the floor somewhere.
Jason followed her to lunch next. Her head still wildly full of possibilities, latched on to what metal shop had in store.
Sure, oftentimes she didn’t really think she belonged there, but if her plan was going to work, she’d need to get used to it.
“Table this time?” Jason begrudgingly asked.
“Outside?” Renee asked hopefully.
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