"No no no!" Helen said when the lights came on.  For a moment she'd felt the dark, felt it rolling in about their feet, ready to conceal the two girls, but the hateful light scattered it like quicksilver dropped on glass.  If it had still been dark there was no way the boys would have been anything other than an annoyance.  Now?  Helen didn't know.  She did know that the jocks, for all they were assholes, didn't usually hit or shove girls.  But they'd seen her and Isolde kiss!<br/><br/>"She's not ugly!"<br/><br/>Where had that come from?  Helen was surprised at the outburst.  "You assholes just get out of here or I'll tell Coach."