<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 couldn’t help the fact that she was blushing now that it seemed that everyone else was stripping as both Tessa and Nate had removed their shirts as well.  She had caught a glimpse of Tessa’s tattoos and though she was curious, she couldn’t quite bring herself to look at them.  She already felt extremely hot and she wasn’t sure if it was from the AC being turned off or the fact people were stripping.  It may even be a little of both, all she knew was that Raye herself was close to stripping off more than just her jacket though her modesty was holding her back.  The goody goody wasn’t use to stripping in front of people and she wasn’t planning on starting now in front of this crowd.<br/><br/>She looked in Jess’s direction hearing her question and shook her head in response, bur Maz answered her question before Raye could open her mouth to respond.  Raye didn’t know why Max had waited to answer her comments until later but from on her new spot on a desk nearby Brad.  “If I had a portkey under my sleeve we would already would be out of this sorry excuse for a hellhole.”  She responded trying to cover the question using her secret obsession with the Harry Potter series to try and hide that she had been blushing and avoid the question about poking her head in her duffel bag.  “Sorry, but my duffel bag is not a escape route.” She bit her lip to stop her chuckle.<br/><br/>In a way his next words did make a lot of sense, could that have been the reason they were chosen for this crazy game, because they hadn’t learned how to let go.  But how could she let go of the rules, everything had rules to it even though they really didn’t know all the rules to this crazy game.  Raye found that she didn’t have an answer to that and it truly gave her something to think about it, but it didn’t that she would be able to let go.  She didn’t blink an eye as she watched Max pull a sharpie from his pocket marking desks she guessed he had checked for cameras.  She would have helped but it was getting just too hot and moving around much at the moment just didn’t seem like a good idea to her.<br/><br/>She could hear Dyllan speaking about something dealing with the bars in the windows but she wasn’t really paying attention to him.   Raye had officially stopped blushing and was feeling a lot better now, despite the heat that was beginning to make the room unbearable at least in her opinion.   She couldn’t be bothered to listen to whatever Stefy was saying a little upset that this whole time in the room that the other girl had not bothered once to even check on her boyfriend.  She twitched slightly, frowning at her before realizing that she could not even look at anyone that had taken their clothes off without blushing, but why?  Maybe the heat was starting to get to her head and screw with all her emotions and such.<br/><br/>Raye narrowed her eyes at Stefy now following Max around and wondered what the other girl was doing.  It looked like she was trying to help find camera, but Raye was quite observant from all her years catching rules breakers and noticed how Stefy was checking Max out.  She filed the information away for the future seeing just how loyal Stefy was to her boyfriend, she hadn’t even checked on him when he dislocated his shoulder.  How was that a girlfriend?  Raye didn’t understand relationships and she certainly didn’t want to get into one.  She caught Red’s return comment about Stefy and bit back anymore chuckles but agreed silently that Red was turning out to be pretty cool as well.<br/><br/>She became focused on how hot it was getting again wishing that she had something cooler to change into but that would mean taking off her clothes in the first place.  She sighed and felt like beating her head against the desk at her own modesty as she watched Red following Stefy and Max trying to find cameras.   Raye felt so weird, it was something that she couldn’t explain, for even as she didn’t want to take off her clothes wearing that was starting to become torture.  Everytime she moved the clothes brushed against her skin like a caress making her feel more hot, it was torture to her like she had never experienced.  Her mind so into the questions running through her head that she didn’t notice Brad get up until she heard something hit the blackboard.<br/><br/>Seeing the look on his face, Raye realized that Brad was close to snapping again but before she could jump up he had grabbed a bottle of her water and was making his way toward the bars of the windows.  It registered only a moment before he splashed the bars what he was planning on doing and Raye didn’t even have time to call out his name.  The water hit the bars and she couldn’t look, maybe if she had been thinking straight she would have realized that everything would be alright.  After a moment that there was no painful scream or shocked gasps she opened her eyes to see that the bars were only steaming.<br/><br/>Now anger was replacing her fear and she moved to stand beside Brad looking up at him with a look that probably none of the others in the room had ever seen.  Raye never let pure anger show, of course she got mad when ranting about the rules and such but this peculiar anger somehow seemed different.  There seemed to be more to the little goody goody then everyone thought, then again there had to be if she hung out with Brad.  She seemed to be whispering furiously to him but only he was able to catch the words.  “Are you trying to kill me before we even get past the stupid door?  For a moment there I thought your ass was going to get fried.”  It looked like she was trying to calm herself.  “I swear, one of these days I am going to die of a heart attack…”