[center][h3][color=004b80]Kyle Lancaster[/color][/h3][/center]
[i]Coward.[/i]

Kyle could almost hear the word as he slipped out of the Mess Hall. As soon as S'tann had stood up and tossed Andy, he was up and heading out. He couldn't stand up to the Martian, and had no inclination to do so. Instead he crammed the rest of his toast in his mouth, feeling a little like an anime character, and hustled off. As he fled the scene of the crime, he heard yelling, but didn't stop to discover the source. 

When the bell rang from class the young teen was already in his set, ready for the day. His paper and pencil on his desk, a sharp contrast from everyone's tablets or phones. As the teacher droned on Kyle focused. He didn't want to day dream. Since most of them were centered around the ARC session or when he made Rita Rexen have a seizure. Yes, he knew her name now. He had done research on her, mainly asking other students who weren't too afraid of him. 

As he wrote he also listened to the students around him eagerly discuss the school dance. Kyle made a small face. He was not going to the dance. Just the principle of it was enough to make him sweat. Dancing involved contact. Ipso Facto, he was never ever going to do it. Not even one of Julain's stunts could get him to change his mind. Anti-social, meet Kyle and learn a thing or two.

The rest of the day passed in a blur for Kyle. When he emerged in the afternoon, he stretched out his back. For once in his life he voluntarily headed to the Rec Center.