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Who: Nic
Where: Outside the Lockwood residence
When: late afternoon

What had been a good, school-free day had crashed when Nic had met and nearly assaulted Joshua, never even learning the guy's name before she'd chosen prudently and driven away in Caleb's car. Luckily for her, the encounter had been early enough that eventually Nic had been able to sort through the proverbial wreckage and piece some semblance of a better mood together.

She'd gone to a car wash to vacuum out the shattered pieces of exploded CDs, feeling certain in her ire that the guy on the street had blown them up somehow, then headed off for a coffee that Nic nursed while driving around town, deafening herself with her surviving music until her rage bled off to some degree. By the time she felt like she could face other people without spitting on them, or getting too rough with her impending kickboxing lessons, school had let out. Passing by both bus and foot traffic, Nic knew she didn't have too long to drop the car off before Caleb got back to his place, and as much as she would've liked to see him? She didn't want to with all of this fresh in her mind.

Some part of her thought that if he knew, he'd want to track the guy down, and that didn't sit right. Sure, some part of Nic liked the idea that he'd want to challenge slights to her like that, but she wouldn't be so bold as to assume it. That would mean things were at a point with them that Nic figured they weren't, after all. Plus? She had pushed things to the volatile point they'd reached. Instead, she figured she could just sneak the car in and try to catch Caleb tomorrow. Even if she didn't mention the screaming match, she wanted his input on the poltergeist problem at home.

Rolling up into Caleb's driveway, Nic cut the engine and popped the keys into the glovebox, dropping a note onto the back of the steering wheel. She popped the door open to climb out, gathering her stuff up and rummaging in her backpack to produce a pine air freshener that she'd trimmed into the shape of a hand with the middle finger extended, courtesy of the knife Caleb had given her. Nic smirked to herself as she slipped it onto his rear-view mirror, grabbing the note and giving it a quick reread.

To whom it may concern,

This vehicle was serviced by some bitch on all her free time. It runs ten times better than it did, but jesus fuck is there still work to do. We'll be confiscating it again next weekend to finish servicing it, until then please avoid taking a shit in the engine or seeing how many curbs you can hop. We apologize for the smell of cigarettes in your vehicle, we have provided an air freshener to eliminate the smell. If it fails to satisfy, it is also designed to be crammed up your ass. Please call your designated technician in the near future, she has weird shit to spew at you. We hope you enjoyed school today, sucker, we totally had pancakes.

Replacing the note, Nic hopped out of the car and shut the door, then flipped up the hood of her outermost sweatshirt. It was cold today, but she had layers of clothing and a decent walk down to the kickboxing studio. She figured that between that and her leftover aggression, she'd be warm enough until she got to class. Then I get to punch people until I feel better... I love Mondays, she mused with a smirk, slipping up her headphones and starting away.