Bobby clung to BurBur as she sat in her art class. Her headphones on as she drew in her sketchbook, she hadnâ€™t realized it, but she had been drawing the contours of Xanderâ€™s draw, the outline of his hair and how it brushed above his brow. Smiling, she nuzzled the bear and continued the basic sketch; watching as it became more and more detailed as she went along. Continuing to draw she didnâ€™t hear the bell until Mr.Bergil, her art teacher came and tapped her shoulder.<br/><br/>â€œBobby?...Wonâ€™t your next class be missing you?â€ he chuckled and glanced over her shoulder at her sketch of Xander. â€œWhoâ€™s that?â€ blushing she looked up to the teacher whom had helped her through a lot since she started this school.<br/><br/>â€œHeâ€™s a friendâ€¦â€ Saying this made her smile, making the statement set in concrete. Putting her headphones back on she closed the sketchbook and went to her locker. Upon reaching the locker she started to do her combination, opening the door it was immediately slammed shut by a slender hand. Following the hand up to a snide looking face, brown straight hair and a sneer as the girl known as Diane looked down the end of her up turned nose.<br/><br/>â€œSo, sleeping around? Was he good? Hmm? Try and kill yourself afterwards?â€ each word pierced into Bobbyâ€™s head as she had turned her headphones down to get ready for her next class. â€œCan you hear me you little hoe?â€ Hugging the white bear tighter, Bobbyâ€™s jaw clenched. She just wanted to disappear, or for Diane to do soâ€¦