Matthew looked at her. "The same Viola." He said. "Live with your kooky uncle? Sounds cool." He wished he had someone...anyone...other than his parents to live with. He rubbed his arms beneath the table. Almost wincing as it started staining the bandage again. He hadn't meant to rub it raw again. "No problem Viola." He said. Pulling on his fingerless gloves to hide the athletic bandaging again. He watched her set her bag down. "Yeah. I'm in all the sports." He said honestly. "I'm an athlete. Star of the University and I'm only a freshman. My teammates like me a lot." He said with a smile. He looked at her. "What kind of stuff are you into?" He asked out of respect and curiousity. He looked at his watch. Half an hour before he had his last class. He let out a sigh. He didn't want school to be over. He dreaded having to go home. Home was his least favorite place to be. He avoided it even though when he did come home the result was always the same...abuse and pain.