<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/86e7ec34-6f46-4224-a245-9c92f1db7b35.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><span style="color: #0000FF"><br/>"Because you wouldn't," </span>Jin answered simply, causing Melda to sigh. She would have said something, but he spoke before she had finally reached the end of her patience. She didn't reply, deciding it was best to just do the work as quickly as possible. Jin seemed to pause in his efforts, staring at a question for a good bit of time and Melda looked over to the question.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0000FF">"You're smart, right?"</span>he asked her finally with a raised brow. Melda gave a snort, then shrugged,<span style="color: #BF0000">"I don't know that I'm smart so much as I pay attention in class...Isotopes are the number of protons and neutrons in a nucleus. Usually you can just call them nucleons, I think--but I'm sure that the teacher is looking for us to say protons and neutrons. You know how weird he gets about that stuff..."</span>Melda replied. Jin scribbled down the answer and didn't say anything for the rest of the class period--which was fine for Melda.<br/><br/>Class was over soon enough, meaning it was time for Melda to move on to her next room of torment...the lunchroom. It was very difficult for Melda to ever get anything from the line, so she usually just ended up bringing her lunch and hiding in various places of the school during the hour. She never stayed in the same place two days in a row and she tried to be as inconsistent as possible in order to remain undisturbed for as long as possible. Most days she managed avoiding people for the entire lunch hour, but some times girls would find her. They would normally just try to pick fights and insult her, but occasionally they would take her lunch as well and ruin it in some form or fashion.<br/><br/>Today, she was planning on hiding in the gym. Most girls hated the gym anyway, as it smelled pretty musty mixed with the sickly sweet smell of whatever floor polished they used on the basketball court. Melda tended to avoid the gym as well, but only because the guys that would surround her in the gym whenever she came in. The place was empty, though, which wasn't too surprising as the students who would be in the gym were just the basket ball players and they were out of town for a game.<br/><br/>Melda walked in, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves. Avoiding other students was such a chore and tended to wind her up, but it was much better than being stuck with other students. When she looked around the room once more, she saw Jin sitting alone. For whatever reason, her feet began to move on their own, dragging her to stand in front of Jin who was now staring back at her with what seemed like mild irritation.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000">"Hi," </span>she offered, giving a lazy wave, her lunch hanging limply at her side.<span style="color: #BF0000">"Mind if I join you?" </span>she asked, not sure why she was even bothering. She didn't wait for him to answer and sat next to him, though she left a good amount of space between them. She opened her lunch, not saying anything, and began to nibble away on what she had. If Jin was looking at her still, she didn't know, and she didn't really care.