"Cheers honey!" he squeaked with an odd smile. She watched as he tied knots on his ripped bag and said, "I ... 'think' that will hold," he pulled a face, "Can't say fo' sure though... I haven't quite got my PHD in plastic bag mechanics yet."<br/><br/>She didnâ€™t laugh but she gave a slightly puzzled smile in his odd way of trying to be funny. â€œWell, thatâ€™s good..â€<br/><br/>"I wouldn't hang about for much longer, missy," he shot her a small understanding wink, "You'll have no street cred left!"<br/><br/>This slightly puzzled her. â€œUhmâ€¦ Street cred? Iâ€™m not quite followingâ€¦â€ She thought for a moment. Maybe he meant that me helping out him and with the way he looks, that others with try to make fun of me and think Iâ€™m weirdâ€¦<br/><br/>â€œPfft.. No need to worry about thatâ€¦ Iâ€™m Callieâ€¦â€ She held out a hand to him, â€œIâ€™m just starting out at the new school for mostly art, music, and history.â€ He smiled at him small and looked around. â€œThere are a lot of peopleâ€¦ around arenâ€™t there?â€ Her voice caught as others stared and whispered with laughter and vulgar words. â€œâ€¦â€ She pulled her jacket tighter to herself and put her hands nervously in her pockets. Turning to the Mohawk guy he shyly put her head down, â€œLetâ€™s go.. Somewhere... Uh, less crowdedâ€¦ What dorm are you staying in? Iâ€™m staying in Thetaâ€¦â€