She smiled across the cafeteria. She watched Fang with happy eyes. She too sat alone at a small table, not dreading it one bit. Her attention on him did not even disengage as the jock's approached him. Instead she watched with diligent eyes, as she focused harder. Her eyes turning colder as she watched. She clutched the fork on her tray, wanting to drive it into the jock's eye.<br/>'How dare they pick on Fang,' she thought to herself, 'Do they really have nothing else to do but bother the new kid?'<br/>Her eyes set on each jock with a dead on glare. She hoped things wouldn't get voilent between them. She shook with a small rage, her jaw clenching tighter as she tried to contain herself. She didn't want to get suspended again on account of her anger issues.<br/><br/>She saw the jock lunge at Fang, and her body shifted quickly, her legs soon making her stand. She kept watching, she refused to intervene just yet. A satisfied huff exhaled from her aching lungs as she watched the jock make a fool of himself. She sat down, smiling. She practically rejoiced the victory. No one had ever stood up to those three before, and Fang happened to make a fool of them on the first day.<br/>Her hand unclenched her fork, making it clang back onto her half-empty tray.<br/><br/>"Maybe, I'm not the only one that hates them..." She muttered silently to herself, her eyes looking down into her lap. Her hair cloaked her face in a thin curtain. She laughed a little at her statement. Her ears perked at the background noise, her eyes slightly shifted up. She watched Fang as he carried all his things away from the jocks. She waved slightly as she tried to signal to Fang to sit at her table.<br/>She intended this as an invitation to him, but was rather indifferent if he sat with her or not.