scene twenty-nine - roof - year nine

“Stop it, Jey, before you get hur- JEY!”

Breaking out of the hold which he’d been keeping them in—luckily, he’d grown lazy, trusting them to obey his words alone—they sprinted at the gate, leaping to give themself a head start and scrambling to find places for their hands and feet, becoming claws as they pulled themself up with wrought-iron hand and foot holds, gritting their teeth as they swung their legs over the top of the pointless gate, tucked away to make a small outcropping of their area behind the Arts building off-limits. He’d rushed to stop them, but now that they had gotten so far—relatively, it wasn’t very far at all, but if he pulled them down by the leg, or something stupid like that, they’d most definitely break something on the way down, and whether it’d be his vape, kept in their pocket, or a bone, he wasn’t about to take that risk.