Walden's arm was in a sling when he showed up at school. He had to home eventually and the longer he waited to do it, the worse his father would be. He wasn't stupid. He knew that. So he'd gotten it over with and had the bruises and scrapes to show for it. He'd managed to get out of it with a sprained shoulder instead of any broken bones, though, which was something. Sometimes you made the best out of a shitty situation. He walked up to Weldon, who'd been out the night before, when shit went down. "We need to talk."
Arielle was hanging out outside the school with Rabastan when she spotted Walden, mainly because she'd been checking out Weldon. He wasn't that bad, when you were kind of drunk and dancing with him. "Jesus, what happened to Macnair? He looked like he lost a fight. I didn't think that was possible."
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