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jgob, tuesday afternoon

Sam was mostly out of uniform. Sure, he'd put on the pants and the shirt but the vest was long gone, there was no sign of his tie and his shirt was untucked. He just couldn't bring himself to continue to wear that stupid outfit. Sure, behaving was probably the best option but he hoped he could be forgiven in the light of the stupid clothes.

He was sitting outside JGOB, drinking some bad coffee with his feet up in one of the chairs across from him. Really, he was just out of the dorms to be out of them. There was a weird vibe there all things considered.

He'd mostly been keeping to himself since Sunday and today wasn't any different even if he was in public. He was still alone and still halfway brooding.

[Sam's here for one person but the post is open!]

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"Well, if it isn't young Mr. LaCroix!"

Sorry, Sam. That was indeed Gideon who had just been walking on by, and was now stopping for another pleasant little chat.

He clicked his tongue. "And disrespecting the dress code."

Sam rolled his eyes and immediately felt a headache start behind his eyes.

"I lost some of my uniform," Sam lied, looking up. "I think someone stole it. Terrible tragedy, that."

Gideon gave him a look of mock sympathy as he moved to take a seat at his table, as if he'd been invited to do so.

"You should talk to some of your school administration about that," he said. "We wouldn't want the funding to get cut off because it looks like it's not being spent on the appropriate things."

Yeah, how could anyone just walk away from something like this?

"Do you really care about this school or are you here just to be some pretentious douche with hipster glasses?"

Natalie would have pointed out it was just as easy as getting up and walking away.

But Natalie wasn't here. Gideon twisted his lips, like he was oh so hurt, really. Except not. "Of course I care. For one thing, this place is amusing."

"And why are you so amused with me?" Sam had to ask because seriously. "You been personally visiting other students like this?"

Gideon made a show of looking around with a raised eyebrow before looking at Sam again.

"I'm sorry, is this your little dorm room or something?"

Because if it wasn't, this didn't seem that personal to him.

"Yeah, so if it was anyone but me sitting here, would you have stopped for a chat?" Sam asked, making a face. "I didn't invite you to sit down, by the way."

"It's a free country," Gideon shrugged, leaning back in his chair. "Where's your little girlfriend?"

"I don't own her." That was a fancy way of saying he didn't know. "She does her own thing sometimes. It's called being an individual."

"So, you don't know where she is," Gideon concluded. Considering he'd just been watching Envy rehearse via webcam earlier, he actually did know where his Natalie was. "Aww. A lovers' quarrel?"

"Are you a stalker?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow. "Should I call the cops right now just to save you from sending her flowers made out of your hair?"

"I'm merely engaging with the student base," Gideon replied easily. "It's what we're here to do. You should do something about your paranoia, kid."

Sam rolled his eyes again. "And what have your lovely observations told you about us so far, Gideon?"

"That you are very, very defensive," he said, tilting his head. "Is that a permanent quality, or maybe something that runs rampart throughout all of the student body?"

"I just don't like you," Sam said, finishing his crappy coffee and leaning back. "It makes me a little touchy. Nothing personal."

Wait.

"Oh, well, totally personal."

Gideon tsked again. "You'll never make it far with social skills like yours," he said. "What ever are they teaching you people at this school?"

"Is there a point to this visit?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow. "If you wanna talk to Natalie, go find her. She won't talk to you but at least you might feel accomplished, right?"

Gideon waved a hand dismissively. "I can talk to Natalie whenever I want – well, a Natalie, anyway."

Even if she preferred another name.

"And how do you know she wouldn't talk to me?"

"What's that mean, a Natalie?" Sam asked, ignoring Gideon's question. "Who the hell are you besides a guy with a Prince Valiant haircut?"

"This from the boy with the manbangs," Gideon replied, shaking his head. He pulled his phone out and scrolled through some stuff before finding a photo and holding his phone out for Sam to see.

It was obviously a promotional photo, of a handsome twentysomething guy with bleached blonde hair and intense dark eyes, and a white t-shirt with the number 3 on the front in black.

"Do you happen to know who this is?"

"A guy with a bad dye job."

Well, it was a bad dye job.

"Should I know who he is?"

Gideon rolled his eyes. "This," he said, "is Todd Ingram."

He watched for a reaction, because he felt fairly certain he'd get one.

Yeah, it definitely got a reaction. Sam's features tightened and his fingers gripped the coffee cup almost to the point of crumpling it.

"Todd Ingram." He didn't look like he was eleven anymore. "That's...just great. I know who that is. Why are you showing me this?"

Gideon smiled at him, pulling his hand back and slipping the phone back into his pocket.

"No reason," he said, getting up from his chair and straightening his jacket. It was a lie, of course. Even if all the reason he had was to cause havoc for his own amusement. "Consider it a peace offering."

Or a mindfuck. Probably that, actually.

"A peace offering?"

Sam glared at him and had to force himself not to get up.

"You've got a crap definition of peace. Stay away from Natalie."

"I don't think she needs you to speak for her, kid," Gideon said, not seeming particularly perturbed. He inclined his head to Sam. "Well, I have school board things to do. Nice chat."

"Take a hike," Sam said, dismissing him and trying to save face after getting blindsided. It wasn't really working but seriously, that had really caught him off guard.

"Jerk."

"Kids today," Gideon lamented, shaking his head.

Then he went on his way, whistling a tune as he walked. one of Envy's, naturally.

He was a dick like that.

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