Jay turned and saw Simon, brooding, as he leaned against a wall, arms crossed. He remembered seeing him in the school office. But Jay remembered him looking older and more professional. The way he looked now, he couldn't be older than 30 and had more of a gothic look about him than Jay remembered. Not that he was complaining, though. Overall, he seemed quite similar to Jay himself. Normally, he'd stay away from trouble, but something about Simon pushed him to help out. For some reason, he considered Simon to be a kindred spirit, of sorts.
"Fucking bitch," a man muttered nearby.
"Bad day?" Jay asked.
"This girl played a prank on me, and I got in trouble for trying to get her what she deserved," he said.
"Well, don't fly off the handle and do something stupid," Jay said.
"I just hate it when they get away with it," Simon muttered.
"I'm not saying let whoever it is get away with it. I'm saying, use your brain. How has getting in trouble helped out?" Jay said.
That seemed to pacify Simon a bit, though he still looked angry.
"Come on," Jay said. "Let's get out of here before someone calls the cops."
"What are you doing here anyway?" Simon asked.
"Someone needs to look out for kids just trying to figure shit out," Jay said. "And sometimes, you have to play the game. Or they wouldn't let me in the door. Of course, I had to talk to Nadine...and get a lecture on Christian morality...I thought they banned that sort of thing in schools. I'm starving and going to get something to eat," he remarked.
They headed toward the parking lot.
