Leaning against the opposite wall Matthew got an excellent view of the blonde he had issued with a detention earlier racing out of the classroom surrounded by her equally blonde cronies. He didn’t need to glimpse the way that she clutched her face to know that someone had taken a swing at her, the coppery scent of blood was thick in the air, and he had a feeling he knew who it was who had taken the hit too. Right on cue Abby raced out of the classroom. Matt pushed away from the wall, arms folded, forehead creased in a frown ready to ask her what happened. Only to have her rush by him and into the bathroom as if she hadn’t even seen him. His gaze followed her watching as the door swung shut behind her. The barbies had disappeared and as the other classes let out the corridor was filled with chattering teenagers. It was times like these Matt was sure he was going to have sensory overload. Too many kids being too loud.<br/><br/>Cutting through the throng he stopped outside the bathroom door raising his hand to knock. But he could barely hear himself think over the noise how the hell was she going to hear him? He decided to compromise. Rapping his knuckles against the door he cracked it open and stuck his head in. “Miss Weathers?”<br/><br/>Glancing behind him to see if anyone was looking he slipped inside and closed the door quickly, leaning his back against it and taking a deep breath. A deep breath which he regretted almost instantly as her scent assaulted his senses making him forget, momentarily, what he had even come in here for.<br/><br/>“So…I’m thinking you’re the one that clocked Courtney or Ashley or whatever the fuck her name is.” He watched her bemusedly, sliding his hands into his pockets just in case temptation reared its ugly head. “What did she say to you?” Never mind a month, the way this girl was going she would be out of here by the end of the day.