<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/NewStudent.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Samuel Bachner<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong>Terminal Velocity<br/><strong>Position/Grade:</strong>Student/Junior<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Common Area<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Braelyn, Yvette, Brandon, Karter, Molly, Nerf the Football<br/><hr/>The super quick teen watched in amazement as Braelyn calmly walked over to Karter and Yvette and dropped the football on their table.  He wasn't too far away so he could clearly hear what was being said and he could practically feel the ice coming from the cheerleader's words.<em>Damn... she's pissed</em>he thought.  He blinked as Yvette spoke up and seemed to have been deliberately taunting Braelyn.  Holy shit... that chick either had some balls or absolutely no brains.  Either way she was as fucked as the cheerleading squad on prom night.  Wow.  He looked to Braelyn and Karter, eager to see their reactions and he couldn't help but smirk at Karter's innuendo.  In fact, he had to stifle a laugh.  He really wondered what the cheerleader's reaction would be.<br/><br/>He glanced over to where Braelyn's 'prey' had been standing to find that he had apparently wandered off.  Hrm.  Maybe he saw through the redheaded cheerleader's act.  He almost missed Molly as she slipped into the area.  In fact, had he not been looking directly at the area she sat in, he probably would have overlooked her completely, like she was beneath his notice.  Odd.  He wasn't one of those kinds of guys... why would he instinctively overlook her?  She was cute in an exotic way... so he gave her a smile as he sat there.  Then he noticed her bag... er, was she carrying a trash bag around?  Didn't she have a backpack like everyone else?  That was certainly strange.  Yet another oddity about the dusky-skinned new girl.