Nick

The tiles of the room was cold. Nick rubbed the red linings of his shoes together in a futile attempt to obtain 'red heat'. The lesson was over, and the school is closed for the evening. Arching upon his heels, Nick slowly zipped up his school bag and opened his shoe bag. Yep, you compulsive-obsessive son of a gun; you got your umbrella ready.
Beneath the blue droops of his pants, he could feel that his shoe laces were untied. Bending over, he tried to reach for them but got distracted by a random crumb of eraser dust in between the tiles. What the hell- no harm tying them up later, unless I get caught in the rain that is.... which may most likely occur if I go to the station now... or I could stay and study in the helicon... or maybe the drama studio... or maybe heaven... but it is wet by the rain now--
The creaking door jolts Nick back to his schedule. Slowly, his feet moved slowly towards the exit. Drag it left... drag it right... It was wet outside. Behind him, the squeaking of Beverly's sneakers, pulled him momentarilly back, then he walked off.
Step by step, he traced down the narrow dark path of the void stairs. The shower is making everything so blur and dark. Outside, Harrision saw him. Want a lift from my dad to the station? No thanks, I'm waiting here.

Fool. Nick, you won't be studying today. Be realistic. what the hell are you staying back for? Kicking the floor, he walked into the hub as more rain specked across him. oh what do you know? There, in the white flourescent light of the clustered room, stood Beverly, Anna and Andrew. Andrew opened his constantly-enthusiastic mouth: 'want a lift in this weather? dad's coming' Anna and Bev are along for it. You 3 guys could squeeze in if you wish'
Like a slow motioned disaster tape, he agreed. Beverly grinded her new sneakers apprehensively along the floor before deciding to stay on. Nick just stuck to what he wanted to do. Go home. Andrew's car came and in went the Nick and Anna. Slowly, the white vehicle slugged against the precipitation saturated floor past the school gates.
Suddenly, Nick realised that he could have at the very least lent Bev his umbrella. Stumped, he resumed his slouch and counted the number of grids on the rubber floor mat.
He never looked up.