<br/>She tugged her bag from her shoulder and opened it up digging out her own notebook and pencil. She chewed on her inner lip as she sat her bag next to her seat and crossed her legs. Her pleated cheer skirt shifted slightly with each movement and all one could think was<em> "Thank the gods for spankies."</em><br/><br/>She pulled her hair down from the pony tail and combed her fingers through the waist long blonde locks before tugging the black elastic band back through it. Looking toward Nate as he whispered, she tightened the newly formed ponytail pulling it in two parts until it was snug. With that done, she nodded a bit and grinned, whispering back to him in turn.<br/><br/><strong>"Yeah. I guess I'm okay. I go when I can. You wanna place a bet on who beats who, doll?"</strong><br/><br/>She said it with a competitive grin and then glanced to Shawn as he leaned close.<br/><br/>Before she could reply to him Nate spoke up and she bit her lip. She didn't want to get in the middle of that, though it was pretty exciting seeing two guys fight over you. If thats what you'd call it. Laura wasn't completely sure it was about her or more about their egos. Either way she wasn't saying a word. She just sat back and watched the stare each other down from either side of her. She held her pink mechanical pencil in hand and doodled a bit on the outside of her notebook.<br/>