<strong>Hero Points:</strong>6 (Dreamer/Neko), 2 (Hornet), 1 (Scarab)<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She didn't get why he was picking on her, let him harass one of the nerds in the front row.  She blinked at him, expecting an outburst about how she was wrong and should study more.  As if chemistry was any kind of concern to her.  How many more months until she graduated?</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Incorrect," he said in a neutral-yet-dismissive tone. "You'll need to work harder to catch up given your previous days of absence."<br/><br/>Apparently one of the students rows behind Kayley was misbehaving, for Mr. Vanderbilt shot a cold glare past her. "Same goes for you, Stacy. Any more snarky mutterings from any of you will earn you after-school detention."<br/><br/>After class, Kayley noticed that the past 4 days' worth of homework were forwarded to her Chromebook's G-mail account. And their due dates remain unchanged. Uncharacteristic even for him.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">As the game began Alysia held back, playing mostly defence as she shouted encouragement and meaningless platitudes.  She wasn't overly impressed by the attitude of the others, but kept at it.  A team needed a leader, not a star player. </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>It seemed that the desire for Alysia's respect won out over contempt for Amy, and they tolerated her for this game only. It was a good decision, for their side beat the other team 7-4 by the match's end.<br/><br/>"Great going, girls!" Coach Ramirez-Salazar said to Alysia's winners. "But you don't think I noticed your narrow margin."<br/><br/>At 6'1" the coach towered over even some of the shorter male students, and her long legs and close-cropped hair made her look like she'd be on a woman's sports team herself.<br/><br/>The girls who said some nasty words about Amy earlier blushed, their eyes looking off to the side. But no disciplinary actions came, nor admonishment. Instead Ramirez-Salazar gave a thumbs up to Alysia.<br/><br/>"But you made up for it with your coordination, Alysia. The fastest feet in the world won't matter if you're all disorganized. Remember that when you make it big!"<br/><br/>An assertive clap of the hands echoed through the gymnasium, signalling the end of P.E.<br/><br/>"Hey Alysia, I saw what you did back there," Amy said in a whisper. "Thanks for sticking up for me. It means a lot."<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center">(https://thumbs.gfycat.com/AdvancedFreeAmurstarfish-size_restricted.gif)</div><br/>Clyde timed his "bathroom break" so he'd be the first one out when free period came. That it was across the grounds to a class his grade was not doing at this time did not seem amiss, for it wasn't unknown for some of the upperclassmen to go out for lunch in Emerald City proper during break time. By the time Alysia's gym class was done he already had the water running, the ambient warmth steaming up the stall's glass panes so that one could not make out the male intruder in the woman's space.<br/><br/>The rest of the girls from gym soon came in, oblivious to any would-be Peeping Toms. Alysia and Amy were there, along with Emily, Kayley, and Esther who were busy running track outside instead of basketball. Exhausted from the physical exertion most of the girls were eager for a refreshing cleanse, with only a few (notably the less hygenic) opting to pass. The confines were already abuzz with talk, especially about excitement about an upcoming soccer match against the rival Arcadian Academy.<br/><br/>When Kayley started dressing down and entered the showers she caught the eye of Alison Middleton, one of her classmates who was their grade's designated "fantasy nerd."<br/><br/>"Oooh, nice tattoo!" she exclaimed at the sight of the supernatural brand. "It looks a lot like the one the cosplayer Andrea Starling had at Dragon Con! Granted, Sansa Stark has no such markings in either the show or the novel, but it's not exactly the kind that can be covered up. Where'd you get it?"<br/><br/>"Hey, she's tired from gym, take it easy," Emily replied, sensing that Kayley was not exactly in a talkative mood.<br/><br/>Alison frowned. "Ah sorry, I realize I'm a bit of a chatterbox. Anyway Esther, are you familiar with that vampire show in Louisiana...?"<br/><br/>Looking in a mirror or other reflection Kayley noticed the marking. It was a dark blue rune of an angular L-shaped curve with a diagonal line bisecting it from top-right to bottom-left. The memories return, of Angel touching her, burning her, marking her...<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Oh yeah babe, keep going..."<br/><br/>He could hear them talking, but their chattering was so much noise in comparison to what he was experiencing now. Clyde's hand firmly guided Alysia's head back and forth, at first a slow pace, but then expecting more he grasped her long blonde hair in his hands and moved her faster. All the while he could see Alyson's classmates' blurred naked bodies socializing, undressing, showering. Maybe next time he'd talk Alysia into installing a spycam, but what he could barely see was even more erotic. The steam was such that nobody would be able to tell that the most famous girl at school was sharing a stall, unless she gagged or gasped. Something Clyde almost wanted to do, if only to see how far he could coax her before she shown resistance. Not that he'd stop, her tongue was good enough that he'd get blueballs if he stopped now.