Smarter Than You
Sydney figured Eric probably wasn't dead, but she had to admit there'd been a moment, right after Eric's eyes had rolled back in class, where she thought he might be. But he wasn't dead, and maybe a stint in the hospital wing would finally teach him to cool his head. She had ensconced herself in the abandoned bathroom, wedged between the wall and the sink where she'd previously test run the flashing ink spell for her last revenge plan against Eric. Tracing the letters, Sydney figured she could hardly be blamed if Eric was stupid enough to actually take off his earmuffs after Professor Carter had seen fit to warn them so many times. At that point it was just survival of the fittest. If he could be provoked that easily it was only a matter of time before he did something stupid. Really, this was his fault and now Sydney was getting told off for Eric's stupidity too. Typical. Clicking her tongue, Sydney dug in her bag for a marker, deciding the old "Eric Holland Sucks" she'd written here last time needed some freshening up.