"Really? You think so?" he asks. He's used to being pretty good at sports, but definitely not the best.

"Yeah! I was watching. It was kinda supernatural," he says, trying to see if that gets anything.

"Ha. I'm not sure it was that good," he says, laughing a little.

"Seriously, it was like you had a natural gift or something," he tries.

"Well, thanks," he says, smiling.

They go back into the changing rooms, then Theo heads for the showers.

"Seeya," Sadde says before he can go into the changing room.

Oh, right.

Theo gets congratulated on his play by a few more people, but then it's the end of the day, and Theo goes home.

The following day Sadde has AP math and then English. (She looks... more different than she should strictly on account of makeup and clothing... doesn't she...? ...nah, surely it's his impression.)

Theo has history first, which is okay, but he doesn't enjoy the essay writing.

When he walks into the English room and goes over to his seat, he doesn't quite do a double take, but he definitely looks at Sadde a bit weirdly, surprised by the change.

"Hi," he says, sitting down beside her.

"Hello."

"You look... different," he continues, getting his notebook out of his bag.

"You noticed, huh?"

"Uh, yeah. You have good makeup skills," he says, complimenting her abilities.

"Thank you! It's practically a natural ability."

The teacher starts the lesson, cutting off what Theo might have said in response.

Theo is, as yesterday, taking diligent notes, trying (and mostly failing) not to get too bored. What about Sadde?

Zzzzzz

That prompts another disapproving look from Theo.

Too bad Sadde's too unconscious to see it.

Oh well. It's not his fault if she falls behind and doesn't know all about the specific connotations of this single line of this really obscure poem.

Eugh.

Sadde has many opinions on this obscure poem! Sadly they all consist of the letter 'z'.

And eventually the lesson ends. Theo will nudge Sadde awake if she doesn't wake with the bell.

She does wake with the bell; this is a habit. "Hmng, have much fun with the nice poem?"

"I'm surprised you even know it was a poem."

"I'm telepathic."

"Haha. And I'm precognitive."