Art Class, Miss Goshe

Chepe started laughing harder than ever, dodging the paint, although about half of it still connecting as the container flew past his head narrowly missing him. he blurted out in the middle of another peal of laughter..

"i just made you the cutest little easter egg the world ever saw!" he spun and grabbed a cup of bright blue paint and laughing as he ran backwards, tossed the bright, sticky wet mess in her direction..."or would that be purple people eater?" his long black hair fell in his face again, dripping with green paint, why should he care? It was washable! he grabbed another pail of an unknown color and gave her an unashamed grin, taking a stance to ready himself for another attack, shaking the pail of paint slightly

meanwhile miss Goshe was watching the overexcited students, and enjoying the laughs and screams. but also keeping an eye out for any physical attacks or attempts at real harm. she moved around the room watching the paint fly, occasionally being splattered herself as she moved around checking that no one was getting truly violent

Kyren continued to gape as Lena, instead of coming to her senses and apologizing for her assumption, kept to her story that he had a death wish at her hands. Okay, so he didn't really expect an apology, but hey, who says miracles can't happen? As if summoned by his thoughts, a glob of an entirely wretched shade of yellow whizzed past him to hit his partner in his stead. It was only then that Lena's words filtered into his mind "Kyren I've been dying to put a little color in your wardrobe for years!" Shaking his head, he let out a half-irritated, half-amused huff. There was nothing wrong with his wardrobe, despite statements to the contrary made by his sister and now by Lena as well.

Now there was a thought... Kyren couldn't deny that throughout the chaos of the newly appointed war room, he had forgotten the main source of his aggravation today. Marching his way over to Emma after he spotted the two unmistakable midgets, he deliberately reached out the hand he smeared with the paint from his cheek and wrapped it around her shoulder. However he missed it by a few inches and ended up smooshing it against her cheek. Using the force behind his hand, he pushed her lightly into his side, which also had black smudged in two or three places, before steering her over to his side of the room. He pointedly ignored the other party and was almost back to Lena, intent on using his best chance at proving his innocence (the epitome of innocence that was his sister) when he stopped short. His arm now properly on Emma's shoulder slumped forward with the rest of him as he tried to hide his snickering, which quickly became full out laughter at returning to see Lena decked out in a hideous orange color. Perhaps today wasn't too awful after all.

Lissa looked nervously around the room as paint was beginning to fly and causing a huge mess...the last thing she'd need right now was a shower in the locker rooms after this kind of mess, especially after her most recent beating..which had been when she'd gotten home from school the previous day. she'd forgotten to wash dishes that morning and she had heavy thick welts..that likely by now were a deep purple color..all up and down her back and arms, even down her sore legs. she sighed and moved out of the way as much as she possibly could.

Resignedly she watched the chaos, getting no enjoyment from any of it although she attempted to plaster a fake, pained smile across her lips, so she could disguise her true feelings..she couldn't risk anyone finding out what was happening to her...not after the increased threats that were regularly worsening as she aged. The beatings were slowly growing worse...and she was beginning to be subjected to..other forms of abuse now..that she shuddered to let cross her mind. here at school she almost felt normal sometimes. she shook her head remembering the last threat to keep her quiet. her dad had mentioned her longtime friend Rissa in his rants and she would do whatever she had to to protect her best friend. she did crack a smile at the scene across the room, the small group of students that now had the largest amount of paint on them. She wished so much that she had a normal life and could have joined them.

Mouth clamped shut - dreading the ingestion of any paint that came flying in her direction- was the only thing keep the F-Bomb from spewing from her now orange coated lips. Cholena had a few choice words for Kyren's art partner, whose name she didn't care to remember. Though at the moment all she could focus on was the thick, wet, muddy orange liquid slowly making it's way down the nape of her neck. The relentless substance coated every "crevice" of her upper body, and clung for dear life within her once lively curls. Of all colors, orange!? ORANGE! As if she wasn't colorful enough with her flamboyant red locks! Now she looked like a bloody traffic cone..............a sexy traffic cone, but none the less a freaking ORANGE "look at me" cone!

Abandoning her brush to the newspaper floor, with a loud clunk, Lena swept the back of her hand over her furrowed brows to keep any paint from obscuring her view. She was now on a mission of sweet revenge! Taking advantage of the paint in her hair Lena ran her hands through them in one swift motion, accumulating a decent amount within her closed fists - colorful goop leaking out between her fingers. Needless to say Lena proudly sent that handful of goop flying straight at her attackers pretty little face, "There you go my darling! It wears you well!" She spat.

Bonnie and Clyde were in for the battle of their lives! Speaking of Clyde (Lizzie's partner in crime) Lena had only taken her eyes off of him for a few seconds and he already slipped away, though he immediately gave up his whereabouts with the peel laughter that shortly followed. Whipping around Lena's attention was back on her neighbor, who was curled over in a rare fit of glee dangling from his little sister's shoulder. If he thought that having the small angelic Emma beside him kept him out of harms way, he was SADLY sadly mistaken. Rounding on the Stills, Lena's orangeish lips formed a sinister smile, "You find this funny do you!?" She inquired quickly closing the gap between them. "Well, let me return the favor my dear dear KyKy!" Lena opened her arms wide to encompass both the Stills into big a hug that she was probably going to enjoy much more than the two of them would!

Turning her unprotected back to Lizzie could possibly be a deadly mistake, but really what more could she do to a paint covered Lena now? Plus whatever Bonnie had up her sleeve she'd be getting her partner in as well now! So it would all work out for Lena in the long run..............................hopefully.

One moment Emma was enjoying her innocent conversation with Chuck over their particularly cute art projects, and the next she was being swept away by none other than her unamused brother. An unexpected wetness gracing her cheek as he steered her towards the other side of a now chaotic classroom! What in the world happened....? Emma's eye's widened in horror over the scene that had unfolded in front of her. How did such an innocent art assignment turn into a gaudy multicolored battle ground? In one corner Emma's Valevanian roommate was covered in a mixture of purple and green attempting to maim a rather amused Chepe; and directly across from them the exchange student and Miss Clemens were deep in combat with each other as well! What had initiated this paint-shed was unimaginable... the only thing Emma could conjure up in her mind was that the paint fumes were finally getting to everybody...

Kyren suddenly stopped a few steps away from his own piece of the wall, in which Emma had to quickly regain her footing as the weight upon her shoulders suddenly shifted. The young teen's mouth hung open in utter shock while the elder of the Stills crumpled over in uncontrollable laughter at the scene now before them. The recognizable voice beneath all that unattractive orange paint belonged to none other than their childhood friend. Emma would have immediately offered a helping hand, but as the unamused Lena rounded on the siblings her gut reaction was to protect herself. Ducking under her friend's outstretched dripping orange arms, Emma abandoned her only brother to the girls now unavoidable embrace.

"Oh my goodness..." Were the few words Emma could manage before a small shriek escaped, due to her loss of balance on the puddles of paint Lena left in her wake. It was crazy how fast things had changed, just a few seconds before the petite student was content happily lost in conversation with Chuck. And now? Now she found herself on the ground with a sore bum cover in a mess of orange paint!

Lizzie was grinning shamelessly, as Lena was squeezing the gooey sticky paint from her hair, succeeding in coating her palms completely. Lizzie thought Lena looked like a pumpkin with all that orange on her. Luckily she was expecting an attack and she dodged the paint, but she wasnt quite fast enough. it splatted across the entire side of her face and hair, but when lena turned on Lizzie's art partner......what an opportunty!

she lifted the nearest pail of paint, a bright blue one and grabbed the back of lena's shirt, holding the neck out just enough and dumping the whole gooey mess down the back of the redhead's shirt!

Giving the back of the shirt a swat, the paint squished and smeared itself all over the inside of her clothing THANK GOD this stuff was washable! Lizzie broke down with a loud laugh and jumped back still grinning, as the paint oozed from the hem of Lena's shirt, plopping in drips to the floor, speckling her rear with blue

Kyren was much too invested in trying, and failing, to stifle his laughter to catch Lena in the act of her revenge. Therefore he was quite startled to see a blurred shape of orange making its way quite quickly to the pair of Stills siblings. Ooooooor rather, to what was left of the pair as Emma made a mad dash at the last second to cruelly leave her brother alone, defending himself from the wrath of the fiery dragon as it charged him, intent on... hugging him?

Slowly opening light gray eyes one a time, Kyren immediately regretted it; his hands were splayed in front of him on the upper sternum of Cholena Nelson, just shy of indecent territory. His cheeks instantly flared, eyes darting to the orange paint on his hands with distaste to the floor and back as he removed his palms as if they were scorched, body held rigidly as he braced for a slap that was sure to follow his poor defense tactic. In that split second, he felt the full brunt of the awkward position; no one hugged him except for his sister and on occasion, his mother. Lena had surely tried in the past, all to no avail. The sneaky fox had gotten her way! Just who exactly was being violated here?

Before Kyren could decide on an answer, he heard the unmistakable shriek of his sister. It seemed that she wasn't entirely successful in avoiding the ongoing paint war. He broke the embrace hastily and made to look for the brunette, nearly panicking when he didn't spot her until he saw her gingerly sitting on the floor. Leaning down to her level, he checked her over for any obvious injuries and, failing to find any, decided it would be best to ask, "Em, you alright?"

“Purple people eater!?” Lorilynn couldn’t have been more livid than at that moment. She’d show him who was a people eater, right after she chewed his head off! The bright shade of blue paint that was hurled her way could only make a few large splats; two on her dress and one on her arm, as she sidestepped out of the way to avoid paint right in her face. She slowed her pace and then came into a complete stop upon staring Chepe down menacingly. Her cerulean shaded eyes darted from that goofy grin of his down to the pail in his hand.

It had to have been paint, what else could it be? Although the young dancer couldn’t quite see the color inside of the pail. Black and blue paint oozed down her hands as she slightly crushed the plastic cups. Her teeth were clenched and the intimidating gaze never lingered. “If you toss that bucket at me, I swear to God, I will end you! Don’t you dare!”

Chepe kept the huge grin on his face, bouncing the cup of paint in his hand slightly. "oh noooo I wouldnt DREAM of it" -his wide grin stating the obvious falseness of this comment- "this..err...lovely shade is only in case a certain paint covered lady were to commence further attack."

he shook his hair back out of his face, his green eyes focused on her, the infuriating smile plastered across his mouth. in reality he was thinking of leaving her alone and going elsewhere as he highly doubted she'd ever been covered in paint before, but dammit the look she was giving him right now was priceless, the girl looked angry as a bear-possibly she'd be able to wrestle meat from one-he caught a glimpse of chuck nearby and decided it was a good time to abandon the assault on Lori, and then realizing that there weren't really any good targets-as no one else appeared to be in this little paint fight, he just upended the red paint in his hand and tossed it at Lori, but unfortunately it missed her and headed in his best friend's direction.

As a guy with long black hair dumped a full cup of purple paint on the head of an unsuspecting Lynn, who immediately and furiously tore after her assailant, Rebecca decided to find a new target. "I'll let you off for now!" She grinned devilishly at Ah-Gyul, swiping him with one last swish of paint to the face, and as she whirled around she saw the orangey-redhead being doused behind her back in a bright blue paint by the girl from P.E. she had privately dubbed Birdbutt. The brunette's warrior spirit flared and in a righteous furor Rebecca marked her cheeks with black war paint, two cups of which she brought along to avenge her ex-teammate.
"Here," Rebecca remarked, passing one cup off to the paint-soaked ginger and readying the other to attack Birdbutt herself. "A warrior must never dishonor themselves by attacking from behind!"

"You wont get away! I l know where you live!" Lena threatened allowing her indecent prisoner to slip free unharmed. Stifling an inward chuckle at the look upon Kyren's face she grudgingly abandoned torturing him some more, and turned back to her old nemesis! What the hell is this girls deal ruining her fun like that! Not only did her toy manage to slip away, but now she was starting to look like freaking orange haired Smurf! "You coward! Attacking when my back is turned!" Lena accused ineffectively hiding her distaste for the twin.

To her surprise she wasn't alone anymore now! It looked as though someone else had agreed with the paint soaked redhead. The feisty brunette from gym class appeared armed and ready! Looks like they'd be teaming up once more! Gladly accepting the cup brimming over with black paint, Lena set her sights on a a defenseless Lizzie. This time she wasn't going to miss! Brazenly marching right up to her target Lena emptying the entire content of the cup over the girls head, and smeared it in with her hand for good measure!

"I am alright." Emma reassured her brother. The fall had surprised her more than anything, and lets face it she was known for being pretty clumsy at times. But this had been the third time within a week that she'd fallen in front of her classmates, and it was rather embarrassing!Examining her now paint soaked hands Emma's eyes flickered up to her weary brother. He was always looking out for her, which she appreciated more than he would ever know. However his actions sometimes seemed more like sabotage than concern for his precious little sister. Especially when it came to a certain infamous Wilder! It was about time for her to repay him for the years he'd worried over her.

Turning her eyes back to her stained hands, a devious smile broke out over her face. "What about you?" She asked in feigned concern, placing her wet palms on his cheeks with a SPLAT! Turning his head slowly from the right to the left, smooshing in orange paint as did, she pretended to look for any injuries. "She didn't hurt you, did she?" Emma teased referring back to Lena's traumatizing hug that her brother had been forced to endure.

Lizzie froze as Lena proceeded to empty an entire cup of gooey black paint onto her head, barely containing a shriek, until she started smearing the disgusting mess into her hair, she felt the gooey thick liquid drip from her hair down the side of her face, turning the once brown hair into a flat black smeared cap.

paint! omg she had paint in her hair and on her face! YUCK! she let out a loud shriek eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! She shook her head, sending the hair flying wildly, the black paint splattering everyone around her. Lizzie grabbed the first thing she saw, a paintbrush completely coated in yellow paint, with orange and green specks from the rest of the war in the brush and all over the handle.

She swiped the paintbrush at Lena, trying to get some of the bright yellow on her somewhere, to add to the orange and blue already decorating the redhead, but she lost her grip on the dripping brush and it flew past lena, at a speed that almost seemed like a bullet..a big, dripping, gooey yellow bullet at that.

Lizzie stepped wrong immediately after the renewed attack and slipped in the sticky paint on the newspaper and almost went down. She managed to stop the fall, landing on one hand and right herself before she connected with the floor fully.

A mighty scoff was Kyren's only reply to Lena's yelled, and hopefully empty, threat. It went both ways; although now that he was thinking about it, he didn't have a police officer at his house. No, he wasn't pouting about that, all of his thoughts were focused on the very scary expression his sister was giving him at the moment. He parted his lips to ask what the smile was for only to be taken by surprise by Emma's questions, as well as the feeling of small palms and fresh paint on his cheeks, effectively forcing him to look like he was imitating a fish. Stunned, Kyren only stood there, waiting for his brain to catch up. He winced when he realized that his sister must have been talking about his interaction with Lena. "Oh... so you saw that, huh?" Cheeks dusted with pink, Kyren reached a hand back to rub the back of his neck in embarrassment and not a little shame, before realizing his mistake as he slapped paint onto the skin. Shuddering, he snatched his hand away before grumbling about how long it was going to take to make sure every spot of paint was taken care of. Not as long as it'll take Lena to get it out of her designer clothes, he thought with a smirk, before searching for the redhead to see if any more damage had been done. Indeed it looked like she was in an intense struggle with his partner. Good, two birds with one stone.

However, he was getting sidetracked. There was still the matter of Emma's little stunt. He deserved it, but if this was war, it had only just begun, if the sounds of teenagers losing themselves to their primal urges to survive were any indication. It was unfortunate that he hadn't snagged something on the way over, which left him spending the next few minutes searching for something of use.

"Well yes. Yes, I saw that." Emma admitted, not missing the rare (very rare) blush dusting her brother's face. It was usually her in some sort of embarrassing situation, so she was rather grateful to be spared this time around. Then again that might not last long with the full-fledge paint battle unfolding around them.

Where in the world was the teacher during all of this choas? That'd been the first thoughts to run through the honor student's mind, which was immediately followed by questioning the whereabouts of her own art partner. Had Chuck managed to stay paintfree all this time? Looking around the room it was getting difficult to tell everyone apart seeing as most everyone was covered, splattered, or drenched in mulitiple layers of paint.  

Well now Emma was the one getting sidetracked! Turning back to her brother Emma took in  the now horrified expression on his face. He had made a rather comical and avoidable mistake - a mistake that was now imprinted as large orange handprint on the back of his neck. It had been the frosting on Emma's cake! She suddenly burst out into a fit of giggles clenching onto her brother's arms to keep herslef from curling over. Him being unable load up on colorful ammo, was just a happy conciedance.

Ha! Serves her right! Lena scoffed witnessing Lizzie's near spill. If the girl's preformance during dodge ball wasn't proof enough on her aiming ability, than the paintbrush that wizzed passed Lena (WAY OFF target) was more than enough indication! From this moment on Lizzie would probably be picked last in gym class!

Not the least bit worried as to where the free flying paint "bullet" was heading. Lena took the oppurtunity to slip away from her now unarmed and unsteady classmate giving Becky a nearly clear target. The Stills duo on the floor a few feet away may still be in a bit of trouble, but hey this was WAR - and in battle there were always a few casualties!

Truth be told, Chuck had been more than a little surprised when bonding with sweet, serene Emma over painting in art class turned into a Crayola paint free-for-all. The short bassist stood rooted in the exact spot he'd been in for the last few minutes and surveyed the chaos that surrounded him. His short stature had gotten him lost amidst his crazy teenage peers and for some strange, inconceivable reason, he was still completely paint free! The Wilder couldn't wrap his head around that notion, or the fact that no one specifically targeted him.

He'd thought Emma's older brother would've taken the opportunity to cover him in paint, but Kyren simply latched onto the tiny girl like a lifeline and proceeded to try to use her as a meat shield against her own best friend, but the two of them ended up getting full of orange paint. This certainly must either be some wierd coincidence or maybe he was just having an off day. Usually, if a Wilder was present in any crazy situation on the island, it was a safe bet that they were the cause of it.

But this time was different. This time Chuck was the one that was behaving while the rest of his peers acted like complete hooligans. The local gossipers would shit bricks if they only knew that he wasn't the cause of this crazy paint fight. Undoubtedly, he'd get blamed for it, regardless. He was a Wilder after all. But he'd been mostly on his best behavior after getting into Valevay with hard work and scholarships. Still... he kinda wished he could somehow get involved in the paint fight without looking like he just joined for the heck of it. If only someone could somehow get him included.

Just then, what felt like a blanket of cool slime splattered all over his hair and down his entire back, effectively coating the majority of his backside. He turned around just in time to see Chepe turning away and the cup of red paint falling to the ground. Oddly enough, it sounded like something whizzed past his head in that exact moment, but he barely noticed it. Instead, his adrenaline level spiked in excitement and the self control he'd been trying so hard to hold onto while in school threw itself out the window as he leaped from floor to chair to the nearest table, rushed past what sort of looked like Lorilynn and launched himself with a loud and thrilled whoop directly at his best friend.

"WOOO-HA!!!" The second he came in contact with the - undoubtedly shocked - lead guitarist Chepe, his arms wrapped around him in a jovial and friendly hug. "Yeeeaaah! We get to join in the fun now!" Chuck exclaimed, rubbing his paint soaked hair all over his roommate in playful battle, "Woo!!" Now both boys were covered in the red goop, the shorter one laughing and having a good ol' time. In truth, his missed rough-housing with his brothers, so this was a good opportunity to cut loose.

While Birdbutt was trying to right herself from the ground, Rebecca took the shot the redhead left open for her. Just because stabbing someone from the back or kicking someone when they were down were not honorable behaviors, it did not mean she would abstain from them herself.

"MWAHAHAHAAAA!" The brunette laughed an evil laugh before emptying the contents of her paint cup onto the fallen girl and subsequently dashed off, snickering like a vengeful pixie. That's when she realized it. Where was her painting partner throughout all of the chaos? Certainly not in the midst of it--what's more, she had selfishly run off to cause mayhem without inviting him along and that was completely and utterly unacceptable!

"Ninja! Hey Ninja," she said and grinned widely when she approached her painting partner. "Time to show off some of your skills! Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is..." Rebecca became mired in thought. Continuing to target Birdbutt right now wasn't gonna fly unless the girl made an effort to retaliate...but if she did, the Clemens girl would consider it a a no-holds-barred free-for-all, more so than it already was. "I dunno--just join in on the fun I guess! Is there anyone in particular you wanna go after?"

Chepe was about to start the assault on Lori again, when from out of nowhere he felt Chuck collide with him, wrapping his arms around Chepe in that instant, in a very enthusiastic hug. "hey there!" he said his wild laughter matching his friend's as Chuck covered him in the goopy paint from his hair. His clothes were now covered in bright red, and now that Chuck was involved he could just see how much more fun this fight was going to be.

"Here you go!" he said, a huge grin on his face as he scooped up a couple containers of paint of unknown color. -at this point it was just grab and go-and handing one to his friend, "if you're ready lets have some fun!" He didn't really care where the paint ended up-the shorter boy's energy was infectuous.



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Miss Goshe was still watching the class but now she was more or less staying out of things. these kids were definitely going to need showers when this class was over with she thought. with a slight smile. everyone seemed to be having a very good time today. There were still a few students untouched by paint, including a very haughty looking blonde girl and a nervous looking blue haired one that seemed to be attempting to disappear.

It can't be certain if the unification of Chepe Kojike and Chuck Wilder in a paint war was the most sane decision or if it was even the right decision. What was obvious was that the two of them together made for a paint splattering team from the depths of Hell. Possibly the seventh circle.

Chuck gratefully grabbed one of the cups Chepe was holding and a random paint cup that just happened to be nearby and not only threw them, but spun them as he threw them. The resulting action caused the paint pods to spiral wildly though the air, sending their colorful contents in all directions. He may not have been book smart, but he understood centrifugal force when it came to partially contained liquids and motion.

Lissa didn't see the cup of paint coming in her direction, she'd been looking at her hands and waiting for the class to end now she'd gotten her assignment done. She had been thinking how best to avoid having to go home. Maybe she could find Riza or her and Isi could go do something together.

OW!She let out an involuntary cry when the paint cup hit her squarely and hard in a large and particularly painful bruise on the back of her shoulder, bringing tears to her eyes. She didn't pay any attention to the paint now covering her or the cup, now lying on the floor. She had her hand clamped tightly over the bruise trying to ease the sharp ache, her face filled with pain from the contact with the cup.

The expression of pain turned to fear as she looked around hoping no one had witnessed the reaction she'd given to being hit. It was the one thing she was most scared about, somebody discovering what her life REALLY was. Lissa stood there with paint dripping down her back, shaking like a leaf.

Chepe grinned as Chuck sent the paint flying, sending his own paint off in a different direction, watching it splatter several people nearby, one of them being his own pretentious ex girlfriend. Chepe wasn't aiming for the stuck up blonde girl, it was pure luck that his paint had hit her. He immediately braced himself for a major fit when he saw the contact the paint made, splattering all over her expensive clothes.

With the angle of the upward arc he'd tossed the cups in and all the force going to making the cups spin, the flimsy plastic of the disposable cups shouldn't have been able to stun a fly, let alone hurt someone. And yet it did. Out of all the students in class, it bounced lightly off the shoulder of the blue haired girl Chuck had just assumed was too shy to speak to anyone. But the strange thing was her dramatic and pained reaction to something so small that it should've been barely noticable. Even his six year old sister barely reacted to things like tripping and falling on the ground. There was was no possible way that cup could've hurt her!

Unless she was already injured.

Chuck was definitely no stranger to pain, especially considering how many people picked fights with him. But how would this girl get injured? She didn't participate in P.E., she barely made a peep and he'd never seen her do anything except keep to herself. And now that he was thinking about it, whenever he did see her in public, she always kept herself covered up, no matter how hot it was. Most of the time it usually was too hot for long sleeves. The only time he ever saw chicks wear long sleeves when it was hotter than the hubs of Hell was if -

Chuck froze amidst the chaos when the realization hit. That couldn't be it, could it? But he couldn't think of any other possible reason for her clothing or her reaction. Before he realized it, he'd taken a few steps towards the girl and then stopped himself. No, I can't just go over to her and ask about it. If she's too scared to talk to everyone else in class, it'd scare her to death if I went stalking towards her. The bassist thought to himself. He was going to need some backup, someone who was sweet, shy and gentle that the blue haired girl could relate to.

Luckily, he knew just the girl for the job - Emma! With a quick motion, Chuck vaulted up on one of the tables, ran over top of it and hopped down in front of the Stills siblings. "Hey gorgeous!" He said, grinning at Emma, "You look pretty cute like that! Anyway, I need a favor." He frowned a little and his tone became more serious as he looked between Kyren and Emma. "Actually, it might be a good idea to ask you both. So you know that blue haired chick that always dresses like a nun and never makes a peep? I've got a feeling it's because somebody's been roughing her up. I'd go ask her myself, but she'd go running for the hills. Could I get some help?"

The color on Kyren's cheeks became more pronounced as Emma confirmed that she had witnessed his little fiasco, but it was soon forgotten as he grumbled on about showers. But as he opened his mouth to complain, he nearly tumbled over from his kneeling position as his sister clamped onto his arms for support. Bemused, he peered down to find her giggling; he could not have refused the smile that spread across his cheeks had he tried, eyes crinkling in the corner and a hand automatically trying to reach up to stifle his own oncoming giggles. However, a tiny hand unconsciously stopped the movement, allowing the soft sound to escape him. Kyren might have suffered even more embarrassment as a more uproarious laughter threatened to take hold, but in an instant, the bubble with which the Stills siblings had ensconced themselves in was violently burst open by the flea-breeding ground himself. Or perhaps he was the flea, always finding a way to be where it's not wanted and hard to get rid of once it's there.

Kyren's lips curled down in record speed, a retort ready on his tongue, when he paused, completely thrown as Chuck revealed why he had bothered them. He was certainly right about one thing, that girl, who no, he hadn't noticed, would run first chance she got if approached by the mongrel. So he thought he would drag Emma into this? Try to take advantage of her bleeding heart as quite a few had tried before? Admittedly the situation was potentially dire, and he wasn't going to take it lightly, but this, it wasn't Emma's business. Kyren's mouth snapped closed with an audible click. He was furious, and at a complete loss of words. If the mutt thought they were going to hop to attention and go after this girl, he was sadly mistaken. No one knows what someone in that situation would do to hide the truth or for any reason at all.

Gritting his teeth, the older Stills sibling stood up and searched for the teacher, as any sensible person would do. "You," he pointed down to the flea-bag, "you're coming with me. This is a job for a teacher to handle, not a seventeen year old girl." He kept his face as neutral as possible, but his grey eyes dared Chuck to refuse.