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🪐 — ROBIN BUCKLEY for sarah !
They were sat opposite each other at the designated cafeteria table for band nerds, usually a hive of excitable energy about the latest piece of sheet music they were learning for recital, or a place to vent about the unoriginality of pop music these days —– however, on this particular Thursday lunchtime, an inexplicable cesspool of teenage hormones and gossip, too. Robin had thought the advent of puberty and shift to relationship-obsessed student body bad enough in Sophomore year, but in Senior year? Apparently the future of both you and your significant other was just as important as the strive for good grades and a college acceptance letter. She arched a brow across the table at Sarah with a smile. “ Because I’m not scrambling over the pick of the boys in marching band? ” She cast a pointed look at the other end of the table, where Dean Lewis was picking his nose and Tony Cooley and Leah Page were currently too busy eating each other’s faces to actually be doing the same with their cafeteria lunch. “ You don’t seem to particularly care for them either. ”
SOMETHING STRANGE WAS HAPPENING in the minds of her classmates. sarah swore she could remember a time not that long ago when they had intelligent conversation over lunch, when they actually voiced opinions about things they cared about, rather than just fawning over the shiny new couple of the week. it was just so boring, & she refused to participate on principal, choosing a seat at the far end of the band table from tony & leah’s rather aggressive game of tonsil hockey. but even there she wasn’t alone as she’d expected she would be, robin from the trumpet section opting for the seat opposite her instead of one of the several vacant ones closer up to the crowd. ❝ well, yeah, ❞ sarah replies, shrugging as she chances a glance over to the other end of the table & giving a roll of her eyes at the sight. ❝ you’d think that the percussion boys were all made of cake the way the girls in the woodwind section want a piece of them. ❞ & she takes a pause from moodily picking at the hawkins cafeteria’s sticky orange mac-n’-cheese entree to glance up at robin instead. they haven’t talked much — different sections & all — but sarah chances a small smile anyway, just glad that there’s still someone in band besides her who hasn’t totally lost their brain. ❝ to be honest with you, i think they’re all about as appetizing as, well, this, ❞ she says, using her plastic fork to point at her uneaten meal.