"Shhh, not so-"<br/><br/>Arisa was absolutely going red, now, her lips curling in a little pout. Oooh, that<em>Melissa</em>. She wished she hadn't told her...All right, she was *glad* to have told her, but a little embarrassed regardless. She was going to be teased mercilessly about this, wasn't she? And that was assuming Melissa didn't think of some plan to try and 'get them together'.<br/><br/>"Wait, wh-" she began, half-turning at Melissa's words...Oh, my. He<em>was</em>there, wasn't he? She had to look away, petrified by the sudden thought that Wesley had somehow *heard* them-<br/><br/>But then<em>Bryant</em>showed up, and Arisa had something more immediate to worry about!<br/><br/>She blinked, hard - Her lips parting, about to say something...A gasp of outrage thrumming from her silky throat, as Melissa was pulled close! Her brow furrowing, deep green eyes narrowing ever-so-slightly...A subtle shift to her stance, as his gaze roved over her - Slim fingers tightening on the basket she was holding...<br/><br/>At any other time, Arisa would probably have handled it with more aplomb. But today was Valentine's Day, and she was still flustered from all that had happened...And she'd never been good at dealing with people like Bryant!<br/><br/>She slapped him.<em>Hard.</em><br/><br/>Her hand came up from her side, and the sound it made when it hit his cheek was a<em>crack</em>like a rifle shot. The lovely redhead's expression was scornful, as her lips pressed together in a thin line - shaking some sensation back into her hand as she stood there, in a widening circle of silence.<br/><br/>"Melissa, are you all right?" she asked, before looking back at Bryant - "Creep," she said, her lips shaping each slow syllable...Frowning at him, her keen gaze narrowed to a razor-point!<br/><br/>This would<em>totally</em>be trouble later, she knew. But in the heat of the moment - It just felt so<em>right</em>.