She glared at Marcus as she walked over to the sidelines, and kindly stole Marcus's liquid nitrogen cooling pad for his laptop from under it to soother her throbbing temple. "Dick, why don't you ever get in on the action? Your wrist strength should be just perfect for volleyball considering all the typing and whacking off you do. Oh..That's right, Widdle Marky has an excuse. Psshh, excuse to be lazy, my ass." Marcus and Evony had a strange bond. They all ways went back and forth with each other, as if they were looking to kill one another, but deep, deep, deep, *deep*, beneath Evony's diamond hard exterior, she really cared for Marc. He was the only friend she had ever really trusted, and the only guy who hadn't tried to rape her. Yea, it's a sob story, but, he was true, and for that favor she returned with endless amounts of mockery and affection. Platonic notions set aside, Evony could feel that lump continuously growing on the side of her head.<br/><br/>There are three things in life that instantly sent Evony's blood pressure through the roof more quickly than anything else, and they're pretty minor: hitting her head, burning herself, and being called a whore or cunt in an argument. She didn't know why these things did this to her, but, they all ways had, and one just did. When Alex came over to apologize, she sat silently for a moment to regain her composure. "He is not my enemy," she thought to herself, "Breathe." She took in a deep breath, and let out a sigh, then stood and mock punched him in the side of the head. "Now you can have a mark to match mine," she smiled and let it all go.<br/><br/>She came to realize that she enjoyed Alex. She still wasn't sure as to why her normally cold self had warmed so quickly to him, but, whatever it was warming her up, she liked it. Drama passed by with a flair of their ever effeminate teacher's hand, and off she was, face buried into her locker, packing up her outfits for tonight. She dreaded those shoes, and she prayed that the club would be busy tonight.