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Che Guevara stared at Lucy from the third row back. No one else seemed to see him, but then again he was rather well behaved today. The man who brought him along didn't look like he would have been a typical friend of Che's, but Lucy didn't judge who made friends with who. It was nice to see that Che could branch out and make friends with privileged rich kids—at least ones he admitted to and hung out with in public. It was good for him to have friends at all.

Of course he just seemed to be zoned out completely, so he might just be high, without the knowledge exactly of who he was with. Like Lenin getting carted around by Stalin. He was simply powerless, and was getting taken hostage by this well-meaning rich kid. Because Che, like Lenin, would never hang out with the types of people who took on their ideals like a wolf dons a sheepskin. Lucy hadn't brought anyone with her, at least not anyone that was willing to admit they were with her. Lauren and Calvin were pretty subdued, and they had just tagged along with really a larger group. They weren't really Lucy's friends, more of mutual acquaintances of many people in the class.

Che was really the lone-wolf, sitting silently next to his companion. He looked fierce, like a campaign poster-photo, but that was to be expected—he was a doctor, back in a house of learning. He was also fascinated by the people his friend chose to speak to, twisting and turning around as his friend spoke, trying to see everyone at once, trying to silently represent his political ideal by his simple existence.

Lucy felt he was making a pretty good go of it. His mere presence had gotten her to think about Marxist theory, even, which was far more of an accomplishment than any Lauren could brag of. Calvin didn't have an opinion, he was too busy crossing his arms disapprovingly at Che's friend. Lucy gently cautioned him into giving a more inviting appearance by uncrossing her own arms.











The Che Guevara on the T-Shirt kept looking proudly up into the distance.