William heard a voice, familiar, but he couldn't place it; at any rate, it was not Kirie, so he was immediately on alert. He whipped around, razor blade brandished.
... The upperclassman, the punkish one.
" Why did you follow me up here?" he demanded, on high alert.
The older boy looked surprised, a bit shocked by the fact that he had a knife pointed at him.
" ... You ran by in the hallway, and that one skeezy loser from Class 3-B..."
" Did you tell him where I went?"
Hands in pockets. Did he have a knife of his own? William evaluated him with caution, ready to pre-emptively strike.
" I'm not a fuckin' snitch," he said, offended. " You cut him or something, right? He was holding a hand to his face."
William stared him down for a moment longer, and then lowered his blade. Cast his eyes to the side.
" ... Will you go down to 2-A and get Kirie for me," he asked.
" What? I'm skipping class, I don't wanna get caught," the older boy complained back at him.
" Why?" William asked.
" Why the fuck not? Not like I wanna be here."
He slung himself against the roof's railing and took a cigarette from his pocket. Lit it.
" ... You should be more grateful," William said.
" The fuck for?"
William watched the smoke rise in lazy plumes. He folded his blade, put it back in his pocket.
" There's free food here, safe places to sleep... Aren't those valuable things?"
...That upperclassman was giving him a look.
William didn't understand his expression.
He sat down, knees curled against his chest.
" I can sleep with anyone I want to, and I can even turn the ones I don't like down, too."
" ... You're sort of a little freak, huh."
It didn't sound especially negative, more like a passive observation.
" I don't understand what's so strange about me," he replied. " It's more like everyone and everything around me is incomprehensibly bizarre."
" ... Big words-usin' ass."