Stay Outside With Me Just a Little While
Location: MIT, Earth
Timeline: September 2370
Peter Jenkins had been expelled a few days prior. It was after this that Kat found him lounging in what had quickly become their spot, legs crossed balancing a large sketching pad covered with equal-parts observational drawings regarding the objects surrounding him and equations of astronomically difficult proportions.
Jack looked up as she approached and gave her a nod, eyes crinkling in what she'd come to know was a smile from him, even as his lips remained still. "O'Hara," he murmured in his quiet timbre, the one reserved for those few people on campus he found tolerable.
She sat down next to him. "I have news!"
He peered up from his spiral sketchpad, eyes locked on hers, head tilted in an invitation for her to continue.
"So you know that boy who was tormenting me?... I just found out that he was expelled." She felt weird because she was happy about that, but propriety and upbringing told her she shouldn't be happy at someone else's hardships. But he was a real jerk to her.
His lips hooked up into a faint, brief smile. "Good."
She nodded. "I couldn't find out why but--well, I'm not shedding any tears over it for whatever reason. Good riddance." He hadn't deserved to be there anyway.
"He filmed another student without their consent," Jack murmured. "He was in my frat."
Kat had no idea which student but she understood what sort of filming could get another student expelled. "What a creep."
"Life always catches up to you."
She nodded. "Yeah. Karma I guess."
"Inevitability," he corrected quietly.
Kat couldn't really describe what she was feeling. It wasn't necessarily joy that Jenkins was expelled, but simply relief that she wouldn't have to put up with his constant harassment. Truth be told, it had been a real concern. Kat had thicker skin than most anyone her age, but Jenkins had been an entirely new level of harassing bully she had not experienced before and was grateful she wouldn't have to experience again. "Anyway." She smiled sweetly at him. "How was your day?"
"Good. Didn't like Jenkins." His smile was there again, very slight.
"Did anybody?" She quipped back with a little Mona Lisa smirk.
Jack shrugged as though to say, fair point.
She lifted her bag to her lap and started pulling out her notebook and text. "Shall we?"
"Yeah," Jack murmured quietly, plucking out a notebook from under his arm and setting it on his knee.
As was becoming their usual, they studied together for a couple hours, then went to grab a bite.