Guh...what was this?  The annual K-pop convention?

[color=00aeef]"Yeah...I'm gonna go.  Laters."[/color]  She gave a curt wave to the two transplants, stumbling to her feet and brushing off the leaves before shoving her hands in the pockets of her faded gray skinnies.  If it wasn't for Mr. Sunshine (Henry) and the Drama Llama (Mina) badgering her this whole damn time, she could've finished her other cigarette, but now, there seemed no point.  Flicking it away, she sighed shrugging her shoulders, the clip and clop of her lace up combat boots resounding against the rustling of the wind through the trees, all while the sun hid behind thick gray clouds billowing amidst a stark autumn sky.  It was as she passed one of the entry ways to the school, she recognized a fleeting, familiar face from the corner of her eye.

Kyle was...well... he looked easier to hang out with to say the least.  Judging from looks, he wasn't all rainbows and daisies and knew the tough, gritty side of life...similar to Liz...someone who didn't live in some fantasy.  She only knew the muscle bound behemoth because a few weeks ago, he helped Liz out after some punk pulled a gun on her...of course...Liz was just trying to score more weed.  Dude would've blown her head off if Kyle didn't step in and beat the shit out of him.  She owed him for that...and for not ratting her out to the cops...or God forbid her foster douche Robert.

Somehow, she found her way over to Kyle and was standing beside him leaning against the concrete wall, not a single look towards him.  [color=00aeef]"Hey..."[/color]  She spoke in a monotone, demure hush.  [color=00aeef]"I was eh...just gonna say thanks.  Didn't know the dipshit was packing.  And...thanks for not narking on me to my folks."[/color]