Lexeo had not commented upon the valid excuse part. He made no promises on that either. Nodding his head and grinned a bit impishly for a moment. He was moodily staring out the window. The hills trailed by but all he was seeing was plots and details of his elaborated revenge. Revenge would only be too sweet. He heard the bus drive up but he didn't move. He was bent over and was thinking. His head on his knees and was staring at his feet. Not seeing anything because what was going on in his mind was first and foremost. Each plot was elaborately played out in his mind. He heards steps up the drive way but he stayed in that position. Bare back exposed to the sun. He had actually not been chewed out hardly at all by Stella once he explained what went down. He was not a liar so it was easily believed. He looked up when he sensed it was them. Lifting his head. "Since got home. Two... maybe three... hours." he says truthfully. Blinking a bit. "Burnt?" he echoes. Standing up and follows them into the house. Letting them lead the way and listens. "I told Stella what went down. They still had me in handcuffs and Stella was pissed at that. I am plotting my revenge. Each plan is working its way through my mind. The pros and cons of each. The consequences if any and what may occur. I will have my revenge." He says simply. "Where is my shirt?" He asked. Noticing it wasn't in their bags. "So the rest of the day went well...good." He would listen to them and then the days would go by.<br/><br/>Two weeks would pass and one by one the guards fell victim to his elaborately plotted revenge. the first was tarred in molasses and feather with goose feathers. The next ended up with a broken arm when he stepped under a ladder and was jinxed. The third fell into a pool of ice cold water with blue ink in it and was blue skinned for a week and still was faintly blue a week later. The fourth....he walked into a prank that turned him into a ballerina and was seen tutuing through the school. The one who started it all...well...he got majorly pranked several different ways. Rumors flew that it was the new baddest bad boy from Greece who did it. They were just that though...rumors.<br/><br/>A week later he was in gym class again. The teacher gave up trying to get him to leave the shirt on. Today was basket ball. He dodged through people and stole the basket ball. He had watched and learned the game. Now he was the best in all the three gym classes who were in the gym during basket ball times. He shoots the ball into the basket from across the room. Oblivious to the fact everyone, expecially the cheerleaders, were oogling him and his bare chested body. He stops and walks over to the twins. "Hey...what is this basket ball team? The coach teach over there keeps trying to talk me into joining it. Not sure why but he keeps asking."