<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff">Dark turned the thought over in her head as the two stepped out of the gym. She thought about taking the last three pages out of her folder and giving it back to the athlete. Yes, it was a bit sudden but she really wanted some fresh input and Kori was the first person in a long time to actually treat her like a normal human being and not like the freak she was. The voice in her head was screaming at her, telling her that the gymnasts would use them as blackmail or take them and publish them herself. Dark tried to ignore the voice, repeating to herself that Kori was not like that.<br/>
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She had almost convinced herself of this when she heard a familiar voice ring out through the courtyard. "Dark? Dark!" As she looked around she saw Art running up to them.<br/>
</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"Oh no..."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff"> Dark muttered as Art stopped in front of the two, the look on his face was a mix of worry and outrage. <br/>
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He looked her over quickly,</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#8000ff"> "There you are! I've been looking for you all day! You ok? Did you go to the principal to report what happened? If those bitches weren't girls I would have..."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff">he said quickly before he saw Kori. His eyes narrowed and he stepped between the two girls, </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#8000ff">"What the hell are you doing here Korina?''</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff"> he asked as he crossed his arms. Dark tried to cut in but Art put up his hand to quiet the young goth as he waited for Kori to answer.</span>