drift

who: caleb and isabelle
where: mshs
when: mid-morning

Caleb knew there was the memorial going on for Chrissy. He just...didn't happen to be attending. Why? Well, possibly because when he'd heard the news, his first reaction was 'fuck, I didn't get to watch'. Which he was aware was massively fucked up of him. Sure, he couldn't be bothered to care that it was fucked up of him--but he was in fact aware. He supposed one of the perks of being a half demon was you didn't give a shit when someone you truly detested died and you could just kick back and not feel bad about it. And not feel bad that you didn't feel bad. He just personally couldn't quite handle how people did a one eighty on their opinion of the girl. One minute she was hated and adored, the biggest bitch ever and the queen of so many--and now she was a saint, according to the people sobbing in the hallways. Fucking pathetic.

He also wasn't actually in class, since it appeared the student body was only loosely considered at school today. People were wandering around crying and shit, there was the defense classes...everything was in a disarray. It happened. So he hadn't in any manner wanted to go to class, and he hadn't wanted to go to the memorial, so he'd opted to find a patch of sun coming in one of the side windows in one of the halls. Said hall was empty and nowhere near the gym, so he was less likely to be bothered. He'd laid down in the rectangle of light--or what could loosely be termed as light, with his head propped on one arm curled behind it, his feet propped up on the window sill, sunglasses over his eyes and his mp3 player tuning out the rest of the world nicely. He didn't quite fall asleep so much as he just tuned out everything and everyone effectively enough to relax for two seconds.