<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 didn’t notice Tessa come into the room from her leaning position against the wall and after a moment of having her eyes shut she happened to meet Stefy’s eyes.  If glares could make her spontaneously combust she would have blown up a thousand times so far from Stefy’s death glares.  Unfortunately for Stefy, her glares didn’t even faze the other girl who only gave her a blank look that basically said if Stefy wanted to make something of Raye wasn’t going to give into the preppy girl.  All Stefy really proved to her with her glares was that she was insecure in her relationship with Brad, otherwise she wouldn’t give Raye a second thought.<br/><br/>Then again Raye figured that she really didn’t help Stefy’s trust because Raye never seemed to really date at all.  After a couple of bad experiences with some of Brad’s football buddies who quickly learned Raye wasn’t interested in sex on the first date and a rumor that went around that the goody goody was a tease Raye had made it a point to forget dating period.  She had buried herself into her sports even more and her outspokenness about the rules had become to the point of almost viciousness more recently too.  Even though the rumor seemed to had fade between it and the way she acted no guy had approached her in a long time.<br/><br/>Getting an understanding look in return from Jess, Raye sighed and nodded back in return to her before going back to closing her eyes again.  She went back to ignoring everyone and everything for the moment, seriously thinking of leaving now and going to the market picking up some cookies and cream ice cream before coming a vegetable in front of her tv. Grabbing her bag with her decision made Raye made her way toward the door when slamming from the window’s behind her making her jump and her bag crash to the floor.  She looked back at the now barred window’s in disbelief as the voice from the speaker filled her head and frowned.  The fact that these people thought of them like lab rats and that people would be making bets on them had her close to feeling sick to the stomach.<br/><br/>Her hands were gripped in fists hearing that they even betted on who would die and a deep hiss actually came from her.  The moment the speaker shut off she picked up her bag again, all the cheesy horror movies floating through her head quickly picking up on certain things that always happened in all of them.  But would rules in most horror movies apply here in the actual world or was there no rules here, that did not set with Raye at all.  She barely heard one of the boys saying about how there was food for them like the voice over the speaker had said as she stared at the bars on the windows.  She grabbed a softball from the bottom of her bag and threw it as hard as she could at the windows, the moment it hit the bars getting stuck you could hear the zapping of the electricity in the bars before it fell to the ground in burnt pieces.<br/><br/>Her frown deepened at the now blackened ball and answered Max’s question about the bars.  “Seems more like you’ll become fried chicken.” She remarked without humor pointing at her best softball, once again the voice from the speaker had been proven correct.  Raye turned in time to see both Max and Jess trying to get the door open but she already knew that it wouldn’t work.  Oh, why hadn’t she listened to her instinct to just to go home and ignore the stupid note.  Damn her and her own insistence on following the rules, Brad and her cousin both warned her complete rule following would be her down fall.<br/><br/>Hearing Brad yelling at the speaker, she sighed and crossed her arms realizing that they would just have to wait until he calmed somewhat from all of this. She realized too late what he was planning on doing though as he went to charge the door.  “Brad! Wait! They would have planned for your strength!”  Raye flinched at his painful shout, biting her lip.  As usual it seemed that she was too late to stop him from doing something crazy and now that he was more than likely injured, he was going to be like a growling bear.  Dropping her stuff on an empty desk before making her way toward him wondering just how hurt he was but also figuring he probably wouldn’t let her check how hurt he was either.<br/><br/>“I knew I should have listened to my cousin and skipped today…” She muttered to herself as she sent a questioning glance at Brad.