Emmet almsot stuck his tongue out at Aria when she mumbled something about him and Aria. Sometimes people were ridicules. He sighed and smiled at Kyle..... a kid with a whole lot of life, 13 and loving his position of attacking and giving orders. He seemed born for this.<br/><br/>"I'm fine thanks Kyle."<br/><br/>Emmet eyed Aria as she sat down, her arm was stitched. Something had happened. She seemed to be in a lot of pain. Emmet wondered if he had a stash of meds in his room... maybe he had some Motrin, he wasn't sure how much that would help though. She had asked Ella if she was finished with her drink, Emmet slid his half empty cup across the table.<br/><br/>"I am done with it. How did you get your arm cut?"