<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Roman</span></div><div align="center">(http://i1086.photobucket.com/albums/j447/octopusdreams/Roman/sportycallum1-1.jpg)</div><br/>Roman gave a scoff to all the pompous assholes trying to tell him what to do. He roughly shoved Jarod's arm off him, "Get your fuckin' hands off me," he said, looking Jarod square in the eye. He wasn't afraid of Jarod. He wasn't afraid of any body. Maybe that was part of the problem. He scoffed as Desiree told him to wait for first aid, must be some front to act like she's a sweet, caring person. Maybe it did some thing for her, acting like she cared about the injured, but Roman wasn't going to have any thing to do with it. Roman left the room, passing by Aki without any thing to say to her, going towards the male dorms.<br/><br/>*To male dorms.*