Peyton glanced over her shoulder and looked at the fray unfolding behind her. She rolled her eyes and sighed quietly. One class. One class without drama. She forgot her task at hand and the flowers wilted on her desk. [color=f7976a]"I am so done with this,"[/color] she muttered. Her fingers tapped quietly on the wooden surface of her desk as she turned to the clock once more. Just a few more minutes. Just a few. The commotion was getting louder behind her. She cringed. Something very bad was likely to happen. Jullia was pretty good with fire, and Cal was pushing her buttons.