School ended later than Blake expected.
By the time the final bell rang, the classroom had already started buzzing with noise: chairs scraping, students talking, bags zipping shut. Blake stretched in his seat, his back popping slightly as he stood up.
"Finally," he muttered.
Myles was already standing beside his desk.
Blake slung his bag over his shoulder and followed him out of the classroom.
The hallway was crowded, students moving in every direction. Blake walked beside Myles, glancing around absentmindedly.
The skill was still active.
The floating numbers appeared above people's heads as they passed.
Blake sighed quietly.
They walked outside together, heading toward the bus stop.
The afternoon air felt cooler now, the sky turning a softer shade as the sun began lowering behind the buildings.
The bus arrived a few minutes later.
They got on and took their usual seats.
Blake slid into the window seat again, leaning his head slightly against the glass.
