Alistair felt disappointed. He had expected a violent reaction but he hadn't been granted the chance to get to the boy.<br/>He had run into his fair share of bullies back at his old boarding school and they had threatened him with no end of tortures; like wet willies, swirlys, wedgies and other humiliating punishments. Alistair had never caved in to them because he had found a way to defend himself; blackmail. No matter how big the bully Alistair would be able to ward him off by getting inside the bully's had and exposing every dark embarrassing secret he had. It was simple providing the bully was wearing the right outfit and had the right evidence marked all over his clothes; like a smear of mud, a mark of ink or drops of spray paint.<br/>'Shame.' He sighed before brushing himself off and strolling towards his class room, 'I was rather looking forward to taking him down a peg or two.'<br/>He walked into his class room and without even looking sat down in the seat next to Casey. He would have noticed her but his mind was full of questions, like; who had sent him the vouchers that morning? Why had they given him them in the first place? Why did he just get attacked by a random jock? What had he done to upset the poor fool and what had he meant by stay away from that new redhaired girl?<br/>He glanced to his left and immediately got the answer to that final question. It all clicked into place so perfectly that he almost kicked himself for not realising it. Well...he would have kicked himself if he were able to think straight at that moment.<br/>'M-Miss Valentine?' He asked with a stammer before shaking his head violently as he realised his mistake 'I mean Casey...wow you look...' He struggled to find the words to describe what he saw.<br/>A couple of hours earlier he had seen the pretty red head dressed in casual clothes covered in rips and threatening messages. Now she was dressed in barely anything at all. His eyes glanced towards the low cut of her top before darting down to the end of her short skirt. This had thrown off every assumption he had made about her, before her fashion sense had said that she wanted everyone to stay away from her. Now it begged everybody to look.