Abby only gave a shrug when Matthew showed some concern for her. "Im fine, no business of yours Matthew." she replied quickly, trying to blow it off as nothing. Dread dragged at her normally bratty attitude as she began to dwell on the possibility of what was waiting at home for her. It could be anything from the hot poking iron from the fireplace to the bat sitting just inside the front door to that creepy old house. Depending on how important of a call her father that it was.<br/><br/>Shaking her head to clear out all the thoughts of what was to come, Abby shrugged her backpack higher onto her shoulder and proceeded to follow Matthew down the hall to her classroom. Spying an exit door right down the hall from her history class, a grin made its way onto her face and she quickly acted as if it wasn't of importance to her. "Who says I wouldn't just distract you from teaching if you sat me up there next to you? It's obvious im not shy when it comes to people Mister Grey," she said nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders as he allowed her to go into her history class.<br/><br/>Without waiting for introductions, Abby picked a seat in the far back and plopped down to sit. Ignoring the stares she got from the teacher and other students as she propped her feet up on the desk and plugged in her ear buds. Blasting some rock music into her ears, Abby pulled down her sunglasses and leaned her head back for a nap. Her female history teacher, Mrs. Laine, turned to look at Matthew with a kind smile. She was an elderly lady but she definitely knew what she was talking about when it came to history. "Hello Matthew. How is your morning? Do I have a new student?" she started up a pleasant conversation.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Abby grabbed a hand that was an inch from her face and twisted backwards away from her. Flicking up her sunglasses, she glared at the blonde bimbo sitting next to her. A surprised look took over the blonde's features before she made a disgusted face and jerked her hand away. "Gross,<span style="font-style: italic">It</span>touched me with<span style="font-style: italic">It's</span>ghastly hands!" she squealed, causing her 'minions' to squeal with her. Abby winced slightly then gave a huff of annoyance and rolled her eyes. "Now im an It instead of a person huh? What does that make you? A cheap ass little whore, who's probably been passed around with all of the male students in this school, including half of the male staff just so you can pass and impress daddy?" she sneered back, causing most of the guys to snicker and the blonde to turn as red as a tomato. Anger made the blonde stand up quickly and lean in close to Abby. Hissing in her face, "You had better watch yourself you piece of street trash. You never know what might happen here. Lots of unfortunate things happen 'accidently' to people who mess with me."<br/><br/>Abby only grinned and set her feet on the floor before whispering back to her, "Try it, lets see how that works out for you." For a moment, the blonde glared and Abby grinned at each other before both of them backed off. Returning to their own business, Abby made sure no one was looking before she gave a heavy sigh. Damn it... This was the last thing she needed today. Glancing up to see if Matthew was still in the classroom, she couldn't help but find herself calmed by his presence.