Casyn got to his feet gingerly touching the scrape on his elbow. "What do you mean more secure? I'm trying to get home to my mom and dad if that's what you mean. The Middle School went crazy..." He tested his knee where the jeans had ripped and a small bit of blood shown. He limped up to the fence. "What are you guys doing?" He saw the other boy looking intently at the window. He ignored the brat comment, it was like dealing with the adults his dad always had over. Easy to ignore the things he chose to. If the girl was a bit closer on her observation of him she would see his backpack had the marking of the private Middle School. And would be able to put two and two together to come up with the idea that Casyn was probably well off when it came to money.