<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 watched from her spot as Red took a moment to read the lists she made up and couldn’t help the smirk that crossed her face at the other girl’s words.  She knew what Red meant by her statement and couldn’t help but agree with her and whispered into her ear her response.  “Are we sure she don’t dye it?”  She couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped her as she watched Red close the book until they could get everything ready to try and make a plan.<br/><br/>Though now that she had buried herself into her duffel bag when the stripping started hoping to hide her blush but that didn’t last long as Max said that he had Bayer if she needed it.  Her rant that she just had forgotten as she was close to starting in on him for carrying stuff into school that he wasn’t suppose to have, when she realized the blush she had was only increasing as she looked at him.  To save herself she had to duck her head back into her duffel bag pretending to look for something as he started talking about boy scouts and no courses on something like they were facing now.  “I don’t think even Boy Scouts could prepare anyone for something like this.”  She responded from the duffel bag refusing to look up.<br/><br/>When he started speaking of letting go of the rules, Raye’s head shot up in surprise at the seriousness of his tone.  “It is not as easy as you think it is to just give up the rules and regulations…”  For Raye giving up the rules was the equal to giving up what little control she had.  Even if in this situation she had no control thinking about the rules was the only thing keeping her grounded and from going nuts.  She didn’t like showing weakness to others and always defended herself without hesitation in a calm way.  For a moment there was a flash of something that usually wasn’t in the goody goody’s eyes like fear before it disappeared as she grabbed her stuff to move across the room.<br/><br/>She could hear Brad and Dyllan on the other side of the room as Dyllan put Brad’s dislocated shoulder back into place. Raye knew that Brad was fooling with Dyllan some before the quieter boy finally got Brad’s shoulder back in place.  She past the other boy as she dropped her stuff a couple seats away from Brad’s before plopping herself on a desk nearby.  “Everything good again then?”  She asked softly swinging her feet slightly as she turned her face toward him.