She glared and snorted at him. Who was he to say such things. For a moment she had thought that she actually might've found someone who had their head screwed on right and then he went and said something like that. She would never be able to pull that off. She couldn't even imagine herself in a skirt. It was such a revealing skimpy little outfit. She doubted that her family would want to see her in that.<br/><br/>She followed him with angry eyes as he headed back inside. She sighed and shook her head. Speak and run away. Not the best way to get in her good book or on her good side. She pulled out a third smoke at the same time as Jonathan and the bloody headteacher walked out the door. The student meet the eyes of her headteacher and a silent struggle between two unbending minds started once again. Anyone close would be able to feel the building tension in the air.