<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Karter%20and%20Hexx/KarterAvi.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Karter Dean<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong>Tryx<br/><strong>Position/Grade:</strong>Student/Junior<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Common Area<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Yvette, Braelyn, Brandon<hr/><br/>Karter kept her head ducked, hoping not to draw anyones attention. She toyed with her ipod and tried her best to keep a straight face, not even turning to see if the ball had hit Braelyn or not. Hopefully the ball missed--it never missed but there was a first time for everything, right?--and no one would think anything of a ball falling out of nowhere. Weird crap happened everyday at this school so it wasn't as if this was some random phenomena. Hearing the person next to her shift a bit, the short haired junior lifted her head to see who it was that was about to speak and a smile bloomed as she recognized Yvette. However, that was as far as things got.<br/><br/>Apparently Karter's acting skills weren't quite up to snuff because next thing she knew Yvette's voice cut off and the guy to the other side of her vacated his seat awful quick. She had only a moment to feel any sort of trepidation before someone else slipped into his place, their arrival punctuated by the crunch of an icy nerf ball being plunked down in front of her.<em>Well damn.</em><br/><br/>Had it been just the ball she could have played it off but she could practically feel the cheerleader next to her though they weren't touching at all. The redhead's body was leaned in close and Karter had little choice but to breathe in her scent. Dammit, she didn't like this girl but apparently her hormones thought that fact to be entirely irrelevant. Which was just stupid if you asked her.<br/><br/><em>"If you know who threw this would you please return it to them and let them know, I'd love to thank them personally for adding a little color to my otherwise perfectly pale cheeks. I'm sure you can handle that... Karter. Can't you?"</em><br/><br/>Her traitorous body shivered as much from the whispered words as from Braelyn's cold touch but Karter wasn't one to retreat at the first sign of trouble. In fact she quite liked a challenge. She should have been aiming to stay far away from the girl but she couldn't seem to help herself. Chester was so getting his ass kicked for this one though. He knew how she felt about the B's. Turning her head, Karter's gaze met the redhead's and a smile of pure mischief curved her her lips. She opened her mouth to reply, intending to give as good as she got, but at that moment Yvette spoke up and Karter's mouth dropped open.<br/><br/>Biting back a laugh--she was sitting far too close to the cheerleader to escape her should she choose to get violent--the brunette sank her teeth into her full lower lip and fought for composure. She had no idea if Yvette meant to insult the girl or not but damn, that was a good one.<br/><br/>Deciding to try and keep Braelyn's attention from Yvette, Karter reacted quickly. Leaning in a little further, she turned her head so that she could whisper in the other girls ear much the same way she had done, her tone full of mock-innocence.<strong>"You wouldn't be implying that I am in any way responsible for you getting hit, would you? Trust me, if I had wanted to put some color in your... cheeks... I would have found much better ways to go about it than aiming balls at your face."</strong>She sat back, that Cheshire grin spreading across her face again. Glancing over to where Braelyn had been toying with some guy previously the brunette saw that he was now headed elsewhere.<strong>"Oh, by the way... your prey is escaping. Might wanna go catch him. I'll hang on to this for ya."</strong>She gestured to the ball, her blue eyes clearly laughing.