Fang looks around. Lost in thought until she started talking again. He blinks and wonders what she was up to. No one let a gothic dude sit with them...right? Yeah...he had entered the Twilight Zone. Had to be. He nods his head. "I will." he leaves out the statement that he hadn't planned on moving anyways. He returned to eating. But saw her sit next to him.<span style="font-style: italic">Well this is ackward.</span>he thinks to himself<br/><br/>He only half listens as they talked and gossiped about things like boys and crushes. Whatever. There wasn't really love. So he avoided it. Not like he was lovable anyways. His own parents hadn't ever loved him. He was lost in thought and so it took him a moment to register she was talking to him. He looks at both girls. "I don't use my real name. I got by Fang. If you have to know my real name...its Dustin. I prefer to be called Fang." he says. "Nice to meet you both." he says and returns to his food.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Just then the leader of their football team,Greg, walked over. You could tell he was NOT happy about the gothic "freak" sitting with the most popular girls in school. He walks over there with an angry stride pace. The most popular girl in school, Ashley, also happened to be his ex-girlfriend. AND they had been broken up for only two weeks now. He growls at Fang.<br/><br/>And then glares at Ashley. "What the hell are you doing?! Why would you let a FREAK sit at your table?! You never even let ME sit at your table when we were a couple!" he says angrily. And then turns to Fang. "You are new here. You best learn the food chain around here or your gonna get hurt....big  time." he tries to stare a hole through Fang. To make him break contact first. To scare the gothic freak.</span><br/><br/>Fang stares at Greg as he stomped over like a raging elephant and started yammering on about stupid things. He merely shrugged off and ignored the whole freek comment. He though did NOT like this dude was yelling at the girl nice enought to let him sit at the table with her.<br/><br/>His eyes narrowed and when they were opened again that beautiful blue was like a stormy sea blue now. "Stop yelling at her." he says. His voice held less life than it had before. In fact it was so icily distant that it would send chills up a dead mans spine. He doesn't even glare. His eyes got icy. It was like an icy stormy sea blue.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Greg glares at him. "Who the hell do you think you are?! You don't scare me! I'll be any way I damn well wa-----!" he was cut off when the look in the goth's eyes. Then he realized what happened and he smirks. "Your lucky I'm in a good mood freak or I'd kick your dark loving ass." he says And walks away. Swearing to humiliate the gothic freak in front of everyone by kicking his ass.</span><br/><br/>Fang returned to calm and not so icy. The temperature in the air warmed now that the tension was gone. He shakes his head and resumes eating.