Desondra was about to grab some of her books and supplies, she noticed a body helping her. Looking to who would help her, she noticed Nick Rogers. Her emerald eyes looking him like he was alien. "Th-thank you." Was all she could say. No one really helped her so this was strange. Grabbing her supplies putting them neatly in her backpack, she saw a shadow and looked up to see Micheal and a couple of his buddies. "What's your problem?" He demanded Nick. "Was it because I pushed your friend?" He mocked. He kicked Nick's bag to scatter the contents within. But more aimed at Rogers. Des was not happy about him being a jerk and felt the need to stop this. Coming out of her shell, she grabbed an index card and flicked it, leaving a paper cut on his cheek. "You need to stop picking on people under you. Your a bully no one tolerates." She spat, almost like she was cat, squaring herself and spitting at him like her was dog. 

Micheal had yelped at the sudden pain and the now slightly bleeding cheek, but was amused. "So the cat finally bares it's claws, huh? Was wondering when you would stop being a ghost." He kept his cool with Des not amused by his antics. "You might as well back off before you really get into trouble." Micheal  dared. Des wasn't wanting to back off this time.