Chris walked through the halls toward his locker – a book already in his hands, ear buds in and music playing – expertly weaving through the crowded hallway with the skill of someone who had been doing this sort of thing for years. Getting to his locker, the blond glanced up from his book, spun in the combination and pulled it open. Grabbing the books he needed, he slammed it shut and, opening his book again, started toward his friend’s locker. Hopefully she would be there already and he wouldn’t have to spend the next fifteen minutes before class sitting alone somewhere. Because that would suck. He liked spending time Ailee. Even if all they did was sit and talk and joke around (or in his case snark at her). Spending fifteen minutes alone was not something he wanted to do first thing in the morning.