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Tardy for the second class of the day, Randall sighed, hoping that the scaring class's attendance policy wouldn't apply to his other classes as well. Fortunately, the teacher of his second class, who seemed to be a bit more lenient and forgiving than Professor Knight, excused Randall from having to attend any sort of make-up session. He'd just have to complete the missed work and turn it in later. It was still a hassle, but it was better than having to attend a second class on the weekend. One class on the weekend was tolerable. One class on the weekend with the monster that he both despised and feared, however, was more than uncomfortable. He grumbled to himself, dreading the days to come.

The next few days were rather uneventful for Randall compared to the night of the Scare Games and the morning after, and thankfully, the dorm management did allow him to return to his dorm, though it seemed like an act of sympathy than anything else. By the way the guy in charge of the keys acted when he handed Randall his old key, Randall thought that allowing students to return was prohibited or at least frowned upon. Randall was simply grateful that he could have a place to sleep, and although he did not have a roommate anymore—he recalled Mike's departure with grief—it was better than having to spend the rest of his school nights with Roar Omega Roar.

He spent the rest of his days lolling around then aimlessly doing whatever came to mind. With nobody to interact with, Randall found himself doing practically everything alone. Eating lunch inside, spending free time inside, and figuratively caging himself in his room became habit to Randall. The loneliness and isolation were definitely a burden he would have to bear for his terrible mistake.

Unfortunately, to add more stress to Randall's already strained life, when the weekend finally came and the time for Randall's class with Johnny arrived, Randall couldn't help but feel apprehensive about the entire situation. He had even secretly wished that something bad would happen to him along the way to prevent him from attending class as he crawled out of bed to get ready for the morning. Saturday was supposed to be a day of relaxation and fun, but even if he didn't have any class to make up for, Randall doubted that his own Saturday would be worth spending time on when he had nobody to share it with. Make-up class would have to be the highlight of Randall's weekend, even if it was more negative than positive.

Getting up for the day and preparing himself for his class, Randall took a quick shower to freshen himself up. He headed toward the dorm exit with one of his textbooks in hand. As he walked outside and made his way to class, he received a few confused looks that wondered what a student was doing with a school textbook on a fine Saturday morning. Randall tried his best to avoid eye contact, though he couldn't help but blush in embarrassment as he walked through the monsters. He clutched the books between his arm and body, feeling more self-conscious than ever before. He wanted to turn invisible as soon as possible, but he even felt uncomfortable turning invisible in front of such a crowd. They'd definitely start judging him if he disappeared from sight in front of their eyes.

Randall quickened his pace as he began walking to class. One upside about his transfer from the Roar Omega Roar fraternity was that he now lived a bit closer to his class than Roar Omega Roar's house. It wasn't a big plus, but at least it was something.

After a few more minutes of walking, Randall saw an opportunity to turn himself invisible. The crowd that had been watching him when he exited the dorms was now behind him, and there was nobody else around. Cursing his insecurity, Randall quickly blended into the surroundings and continued walking toward class. When did I become this pitiful? Randall thought to himself, despising how low his self-confidence had fallen. For every invisible step he took past cheery crowds of teenage monsters, Randall hated himself more for having put himself in such a shameful position. Even blaming Sullivan seemed to mean less and less as time went by.

Upon reaching the steps of the building where the class was to be held, Randall stopped and wondered if Johnny was already inside or still on his way. Randall turned around toward the street that led from the fraternity houses and searched the path from the end of the street to the building, but he couldn't see Johnny or any sign of the other Roar Omega Roar members.

Maybe he's already inside, Randall thought, hesitantly walking over to the large doors and pulling tightly on their handles. The doors opened, and Randall stepped inside, quickly searching for any sign of Johnny and Professor Knight. Professor Knight was an easy find. His orange scales were easy to see in the slightly darkened room, and he was standing right in the center of the building with his face toward the chalkboard, which had all sorts of scribble-scrabbles about scaring and its mechanics.

"Do you think Randall will be here today, Johnny?" Randall heard Professor Knight ask with his head still facing the board.

"I don't really know, sir. I haven't been in touch with him for a while now," he heard Johnny reply.

Randall, a bit confused about why they hadn't noticed his entrance, saw that he still hadn't become himself visible after having used his invisibility to hide himself from the judgmental eyes of the others on his way to the class. He quickly revealed himself and called to Professor Knight in a hesitant voice, not wanting to startle Professor Knight a second time.

"P-Professor Knight!" Randall's stuttering had slipped through again because of Johnny's presence, though it did manage to grab Professor Knight's attention as he turned away from the scrawls on the board.

"Ah, hello, Randall! You came just in time. I just started a while ago. Wouldn't want Johnny here alone in a lecture, would we?" Professor Knight joked, still oblivious to the tensions between the two. He gestured toward the seats and turned back around to face his board once again.

Randall looked over to the spot where Professor Knight had motioned to and saw Johnny, whose head was turned around to get a look at Randall. Although Randall almost immediately turned away to avoid eye contact, he thought for sure that he saw Johnny crack a small smile—or at least tried to. Randall, still not trusting him, only kept his back turned toward him to avoid any chance of instigating something fierce between them. Randall wished to keep his social life and his academic life separate, especially with everything that had gone wrong so far for him. It was one of the only other things that he couldn't afford to screw up.

Disappointed, though Randall couldn't be sure since he didn't want to take a direct look at him, Johnny slowly turned around and continued to listen to Professor Knight, who had continued on with his lecture.

"Oh, yes! Randall, I suggest that you sit right next to Johnny so he can give you some of the notes that you missed in the first few minutes at least," Professor Knight said with his back still turned toward the two.

"A-are you sure, Professor?" Randall asked, desperately hoping that he would change his mind.

"Why wouldn't I be, Randall? You're still acting weird today," Professor Knight pointed out.

"No, no, I'm fine!" Randall insisted.

"Then I want you to sit next to Johnny to catch up on what you missed."

Is he serious? Does he want me to blow up in his face or something? Maybe the other way around? Randall thought angrily, turning to face Johnny for a brief second but keeping his head down to avoid eye contact. Randall could sense that Johnny needed to say something to him, but he would have none of it. Johnny had already disappointed him twice, and a third time would definitely hurt no less.

Taking a seat right next to Johnny as instructed, Randall pulled out a piece of paper from the notebook that he had brought with him. After having placed the notebook down onto the ground, Randall spied a piece of notebook paper on the little desk in front of him. It was no doubt Johnny's and was almost totally filled with notes of his own and of the art of scaring.

Professor Knight seemed to have gone over a lot in such a short time judging by the amount of words and pencil markings on the paper. Frustrated, Randall began to transfer the information from Johnny's paper to his own, paraphrasing the already shortened notes to catch up as quickly as he could.

I guess I'll start from the top and work my way down, Randall thought, strategically planning how he would manage to copy the notes and still listen to Professor Knight's ongoing lecture all at the same time.

Randall began his work, placing bullets and lists and charts all over his paper in a jumbled mess of graphite. Although it wasn't the most organized piece of work, he knew it would have to suffice. Professor Knight had already introduced new heaps of information in the time that it took Randall to copy Johnny's paper. Having almost reached the end, Randall scanned the rest of what he'd have to copy. There were notes, notes, and more notes, which frustrated Randall even more and slowed him down. Much to Randall's interest, however, as he reached the bottom of the page, he saw an interesting note in the corner of the paper.

It read: I'm sorry!

Yeah right, Randall thought, almost voicing it out loud, and even though he managed to keep his thoughts to himself, it didn't prevent him from angrily crushing the paper in his hands to make a small ball that ended up on the ground near Johnny. Realizing he just damaged Johnny's own scaring notes, Randall instantly felt a bit guilty, much to his despair.

"Is everything all right back there, Mr. Boggs?" Professor Knight called. This time he sounded much more serious than before, especially by the way that he addressed Randall, which spooked him a bit and further added to the stress he was feeling at the time.

"Y-yes, sir. I… just… was crumpling some old notes from last semester!" Randall lied.

"Destroying notes from last semester? I suggest against it. We still have final exams for the second semester, and this test will cover everything we have studied throughout the year. Now unfold that paper and keep it safe," Professor Knight said sternly.

Randall reluctantly followed his orders, cursing Johnny for causing him to react like that, though Randall knew that he was mostly at fault for overreacting at such a small thing, especially since it was an apology. Heartfelt apology or not, Randall couldn't help but feel a bit of remorse for how he had just acted. Daring to take one look at him, Randall bent down to grab the paper he had thrown toward the ground as he lifted his head to take a look at Johnny.

As the two made eye contact, Randall couldn't help but notice that Johnny seemed a little less proud, though it wasn't as clear from a casual glance. Johnny mouthed, "Sorry," which received a nod from Randall, though his face remained the same.

Getting back up from picking up Johnny's notes, Randall carefully laid it on his own desk and began to smooth out the wrinkles that covered the paper. After having finished that, he quickly placed the paper back on Johnny's desk, only to see that there were more note-filled papers that he would have to copy. It seemed like Professor Knight had gone over much more while Randall had been occupied, eliciting an audible sigh from Randall.

"What was that, Mr. Boggs?" Professor Knight snapped, seeming more annoyed than anything at the constant interruptions.

Still too stressed to think of much of an excuse to give to Professor Knight, Randall remained silent.

"His pen stopped working, sir," Johnny said, noticing Randall's predicament.

At that, Randall looked upon Johnny curiously with a face of disbelief and suspicion as Professor Knight walked over to the two boys with a suspicious look of his own.

"Well, lend him a pen!" Professor Knight commanded, prompting Johnny to grab an extra pen off his desk to give to Randall. Randall slowly took the pen from his hand, still eyeing Johnny carefully in case this was another one of his deceptions.

Again, Johnny mouthed, "Sorry," though Randall did his best to ignore it.

"Perfect. Now… can we resume with my class?" Professor Knight asked.

The two nodded silently as they turned their attention to the board in front of them to copy down the rest of the notes. Randall, still having been behind on his own note-taking, swiftly scrawled a barely legible copy of the notes on the pieces of paper that he had messily arranged around his desk. After reviewing these notes, even Randall had a difficult time deciphering what exactly he had written. However, he knew they would also have to suffice, considering the rate at which Professor Knight was teaching. Randall noticed the speed at which he was teaching and noted that it was quite odd. Professor Knight didn't usually teach this quickly before, and after doing some more thinking instead of some note-copying, Randall was sure that Professor Knight didn't want to be in class teaching on a beautiful Saturday morning just as much as he didn't.

Whatever the reason, it didn't stop Professor Knight's speedy lessons. Randall found himself further behind once again after thinking about the current situation for too long and rushed to catch up, severely shortening the content of the notes on the board. After having finally caught up with Professor Knight's notes, Randall's mind began to wander despite the intensity of the note-taking. How long have we been in here? Randall wondered, glancing toward Johnny, who was still writing something down but seemed to be as bored as he did.

With Professor Knight facing away from him, Randall placed his head on the desk, knowing that he'd have a bunch of notes to copy down once he lifted his head back up. He brushed the thought away, however, finding some time to rest for a short while after the recent hectic events.

"I believe that is the end of today's lesson!" Randall heard, lifting his head at the sound of his teacher's loud voice. Randall feared that he had seen him dozing off, but Professor Knight did nothing but begin walking out the door, eager to leave the classroom that he was bound to for five days a week.

Finally, Randall thought as he gathered the jumbled stack of papers that were his notes and stood up from his seat to leave the class as well. He didn't even bother copying the remainder of the notes that still lay on the chalkboard. It's finally over!

But it was far from over as Randall felt a slight tap on his shoulder.