Well, that was quicker than expected.  And very bold, too, just assuming he was a part of it.  A thought went to what Hannah would think if he wasn't really a part of Fuck Club, how Hannah would react to telling someone with Russell's reputation that she was into no-strings-attached sex, the frantic alarm bells that go off in someone's head when they realize they've made a big mistake, the sinking feeling of knowing someone else knows.  He turned back to face Hannah, contorting his face to mimick surprised confusion, pausing to portray a realization, before finally giving a startling impression of someone who just learned a dark secret, with a mischievous leer as a cherry on top.  I'd like to thank the Academy, he thought to himself.  He turned quickly back to his laptop, fingers danced over the keyboard as if possessed, improvising a message:<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Hannah, I've got no idea what <em>you're</em> talking about.  Everything I'm involved <em>in</em>, and you think I have <em>the</em> time to start some Fuck <em>Club</em>?  I don't mean to sound ill <em>at</em> ease, but for the last <em>eight</em> months I've had to put <em>up</em> with these rumors, all the <em>stares</em> and attention... My life doesn't have <em>room</em> for shit like this.  Hope I'm not <em>too</em> hard on you, but I'm just over it.  <em>Oh</em>, and I hope you find who you're looking <em>for</em>.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Russell fired off the missive, hoping that it wasn't too cryptic.  He liked stuff like this; it kept the mind active, and whoever was up there certainly knew school didn't do that, no matter what level.