The second Abby heard the door click closed, she whirled around, leaning as far back against the sink as she could. The scent of fear was overwhelming as she stared at Matthew, panic etched into every little detail of her pretty fear. She was gripping the sink so hard that her knuckles had turned white and every finger had lost blood circulation. Blood dripped onto the tiled floor beneath the sink as it started to steadily bead up on her knuckles from her overly hard scrubbing. Loosing strength in her legs, she fell onto her ass on the floor and pushed herself back against the wall. "Im sorry! I didn't mean to! She- she snuck up on me!" she started to stutter out, on the verge of tears. It hadn't even registered in her mind that this was Matthew standing here and not her father.<br/><br/>Slowly, Abby began to realize who it was and that she was freaking out over nothing. In front of Matthew no less. Suddenly she shut up and looked away from him, just focusing on calming down before she tried anything. Pushing herself up to stand, she cleared her throat softly and turned to the sink. Letting her bangs cover her eyes, she refused to look up at him as she began to clean off her hand and nervously tap the tip of her sneaker against the tiles. "Uhm... So... Uh you know you aren't supposed to be in here right?" she asked, her voice scratchy and quiet. She was just trying to recover from her earlier freak out. Abby could only hope he wasn't paying too much attention to it, but by the way she had freaked, she knew that it was a very slim chance.<br/><br/>But under no circumstances could she have him say anything to anyone. If it got back to her dad... She couldn't be sure she would ever show up anywhere again... And not because she was just grounded either. "She just said that revenge is sweet," Abby replied to his earlier question, not really telling him too much of anything. The blonde would get back to her eventually and she didn't need it worse than it already was. Abby never did catch her name, not that she was even worth taking the time to remember. The minute bell rang outside of the bathroom, causing Abby to quickly grab some paper towels and cover up her hand to stop the bleeding.<br/><br/>Grabbing her backpack, she walked over to the door and put her hand on the handle. "My next class is yours. You're on my class schedule list so lead the way mister Grey," she commented quietly.