<div class="floatleft">(http://img.poptower.com/pic-81900/emmy-rossum.jpg?d=600)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Raye McDuke</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Goody Goody/Jock</span><br/><br/>Raye sighed nodding when she realized that Max was right about not knowing where the cameras were to avoid anything they wrote would not get read and they couldn’t create a code to write without discussing it.  She sat herself on a nearby desk with a thoughtful look on her face, unsure at the moment what else she could do to try and help them all.  When Stefy added her own two cents, Raye found herself rolling her eyes at the fact that she was talking and them stripping.  She herself wasn’t the type to strip not feeling comfortable in less clothes then what she was wearing now and she figured she might not be the only one.  Raye bit her lip as Max sassed Stefy, she wanted to laugh but figured that doing that now would not be the best time.<br/><br/>She had caught the dark frown that Brad had given her earlier and had known it was better just for her to leave him alone.  Now, her mind was on something else, this problem at hand and she knew Brad was good at fending for himself.  She heard him call for Dyllan and looked over curiously catching what he was saying to him and realized with a jolt what had happened.  She was glad that he hadn’t asked her, she would never have been able to do it and see him in pain.   She was shocked from Brad as her eyes caught Stefy taking off her dress suit and throwing it at Max, it seemed his words had gotten to her.<br/><br/>She also was a little surprised when Jess took off her shirt too, to help with what they were trying to do as well.  There might be hope yet but she wasn’t holding her breath though.  “Keep the notebook.  We can use it.  It is mostly empty.”  All it really had was the two lists she made and several doodles in the pages.  She missed Nate trying to get Max and Stefy to can their arguing for she had gone back to her own bags remembering something else that she had in her bags.  Out of her duffel bag she pulled out her hockey jacket and her earlier discarded basketball jacket along with bottles of water that she sat on the desk beside what was left of the burgers.  She heard the music from Nate’s guitar and it made her feel a little more relaxed.  “I have bottles of water we can drink as well.  At least we won’t go thirsty either.”<br/><br/>Raye sighed that Max wasn’t listening to Nate’s words and shot him a look unsure exactly by his tone how Stefy would take his words.  “Max, I don’t think I have enough advil for all this.”  She rubbed at her temples pleading with him silently to tone it down.  She went quiet as he started to explain probably where cameras would be and tried to listen the best she could her eyes scanning silently the places he said as he spoke them trying to make a mental note of each.  She rubbed her temples again, there was just so much to remember and so much to do, did they really stand a chance?<br/><br/>She dropped her jackets into the pile of clothes that Max was making beside him silently, she would have offered more but she wasn’t comfortable enough to take off her own shirt.  Raye blinked as Max took off his shirt as well, it was uncomfortable enough with Stefy and Jess stripping but if all the guys started stripping as well.  She ducked her head back into her bag to hide her swiftly  reddening cheeks, the innocent goody goody not use to this at all.  When he spoke about a bathroom and groaned into her bag.  “There has to be something in the school rules against this shit…”  She muttered into her bag in anger, her rant about school rules lost in the recesses of her bag.