Morgan sat back in familiar seat, propping one leg up and gazing out of the window as Odin talked. Her eyes darted to him to find him staring at her, and the usual butterflies started up. She bit her lip and stared straight ahead for a long moment.[color=a2d39c] "You know that guy? Jason?" [/color]She kept her eyes on the road as she talked. [color=a2d39c]"He keeps on calling me, and I see him everywhere. He says stuff- bad stuff. He was in class today- that's why I didn't attend." [/color]Her words came out in a jumble, her face a blank mask. Her gaze turned to the ice cream in her hand. [color=a2d39c]"Why did we get ice cream in the middle of bloody winter?!"[/color]