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September 16th
Thursday
Just like that, Clint found himself at the same empty basketball court that was littered in weeds, and was just really fucking overgrown.
It wasn't like the new one at all. It took a couple days to actually find it (by accident), and damn this place was run down. The floor was marked and scratched, the paint barely visible. Most to all the bleachers were run down and destroyed and again, really fucking overgrown. Like the place was filled with small bushes and weeds. There was mold, lots of mold. Which also brought to mind the fact that there were literally holes in the ceiling!
Like what the fuck happened to this place?
If this place counted for anything Clint was sure he found their spot. But then again the "requirements" had to be somewhere public and this place was not.
Maybe he'd show Nat. She would like this place.
Really, this place was the most interesting thing that has happened all week. Which isn't really much, but counted for something.
He wanted to keep this place on tabs though. Be able to come back cause this place was interesting, and there were a few doors he couldn't quite get open at the moment. So that was something Clint had to come back for.
He slightly wondered if Natasha had maybe already found the place, with her full campus rounds.
Eh, he'd have to mention it to the others anyways. One more person knowing right now isn't going to do anything.
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They weren't allowed to eat Dinner outside like they could with Lunch. Most of the kids were upset about it, but it was reasonable. A bit.
Dinners were more proper than lunch.
Tonight they were having pasta.
Clint scooped a spoon full of red sauced into his bowl with a bit of parmesan.
Natasha flagged him down to the table she was sitting at. It was in a nice corner which was pretty tame compared to the rest of the cafeteria which was loud and bustling.
Really how could people stand having to hear this all the time? For once Clint was somewhat glad about that. If he really wanted to he could just take off his hearing aids, and it would be much quieter.
God, that reminded him of that one time he had to explain to a kid in fine detail that he wasn't completely deaf and the hearing aids helped him to hear much better. That kid was annoying, and an idiot.
“Whatcha thinkin about?” Natasha asked eyeing him
“Just thinking about that one kid back at camp”
“Which one”
“The little white one, annoying as fuck” Clint stated
Taking a bite of her garlic bread she nodded
“Yea, he was really annoying”
Silence engulfed the table, the two ate their food. Dinners tended to be the best meals of the day. Lunches were shit but hey, it was something. He also just really enjoyed pasta, and god his last school somehow fucked that up, so this was justice for that.
After dinner, Mrs. Jiles pulled him aside to her office.
He wasn't really sure why. He hadn't done anything bad yet. If anything Clint had been very compliant while being here.
Motioning for him to sit down, he did hesitantly.
“So, how is the club going?” she questioned
Clint stayed quiet. He had no obligation to listen to this lady, or talk to her.
She glared at him? No wait, stared but like kinda glaring, just not a glare. An unpleasant stare.
Finally with a huff, “It’s boring.” Two words.
“Well, what are you doing currently?”
“Talking with you.”
The unpleasant stare formed into a glare
“In the club, what are you doing?” She asked, her voice strained
“Am I obligated to tell you”
Mrs. Jiles stayed quiet for a moment, most likely thinking over the questions before answering, "No-"
“Than I won’t” Three words.
She looked fairly annoyed with him, bringing a smirk to his face. If he didn't want or enjoy this he would make her absolutely hate it.
With a long sigh she looked down at the table before asking another question, “Are you at least writing in the journal?.”
Clint stayed quiet and shrugged. He had zero obligation to talk. No obligation, no want.
It was a couple of long silent minutes of her waiting for him to answer before she realized he wouldn't, and she sighed again.
“You can leave Mr. Barton”
And with that he did. Making his way back to his dorm.
Scott smiled to him as he entered the room, and sat up from his position, which was just laying down on the bed.
“Hey man, how ya doing” He asked, his tone light
Clint shrugged and sat down on the ground by his bed and between the dresser. An often spot he went to when he wasn't in the mood to talk.
“Oh- oh! Okay I get it, well I'll be here if you feel like talking” Scott smiled and went back to laying down where Clint couldn't see him.