Briar had almost slipped into dreamland when she felt the burning gaze on the back of her head. She was used to such stares, as she really wasn't a person that blended in with the shadows. Her fashion sense, her attitude, or her overall demeanor always seemed to draw people's attention - both for the good and bad - but they usually lost interest after a while, or knew well enough not to stare for too long as it always seemed to get on the blonde's bad side. Briar enjoyed the level of respect and indifference people regarded her with. She even loved the hate that some had for her. But this... This felt different. She raised her head and looked behind her to find that same boy, Brad, staring at her.

There was a look of something that seemed like intrigue in the jock's eyes. Briar arched a perfectly sculpted brow before throwing a wink his way.

This seemed to get Daniels' attention and he turned towards Briar abruptly. [i]"Ms. Peyre? Cohorting with Mr. Stanwick, eh? Perhaps you'd both like to work together on a fifty page paper about the Reconstruction Period?"[/i] His voice was taunting, and Briar heard some of the other students' breath catch in their throats.

Briar peeked over her shoulder to look at Brad again before leaning back on her chair. [b]"Nah. I'll pass."[/b]

It obviously wasn't the right thing to say. [i]"You will write it or you will fail! That's final!"[/i] Mr. Daniels bellowed.