Chantele peered around and placed the book and pen in her bag and turned her music off. Jumping off the roof and climbing in the car. Then with no hesitation, driving to the school car park. She would look around herself. Maybe see Matt and clear up earlier, or just sit around and hope she hasn't frightened any other willing students to talk to her away. Many disliked her with one, hateful glance. It was enough to make her blood boil and her too hate them back. 

As she pulled up, she climbed out and sighed in self pity. Chantelle Dante was never phased by anything, apart from today.