[@Luna Amore] https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=luM6oeCM7Yw Though yes, it did amaze her how smart Natalia was, it just rubbed salt in Harley's already open wound of embarassment to be thrown under the bus like that. Nevertheless, she let it go, despite her damaged pride at the moment, and sighed. Man, did this class ever go south for her after she opened her big mouth. As instructed, she took out her textbook and opened it to page six. All the while, she was wondering what other trouble she might get into with Miss Maeda. Hopefully none if Harley made sure to just keep her opinions to herself. Looking at Natalia, she gave the blonde a bummed expression, muttering quietly, [color=a187be]"Really girl? Did ya have to make me look like more of an ass?"[/color] [hr] Oh duh! They were cousins, he thought, not brother and sister. Showed how much he paid attention to his new students. Hurrying over, Mr. Felton helped her carry Samuel to his feet. His brow furrowed as he could literally feel the boy's heat like a furnace emanating off him. "Good lord, Sam! You should be in bed by now! I don't know how you made it through school with this high a fever. Amelia, has he been to the nurse's office yet? Has anyone called his parents?" He hated to grill Amelia with so many questions, but poor Sam had no business being here this ill. [hr] Her dad was already passed out on the living room couch when Helena finally decided to go downstairs and return to school. Not that she cared about her grades or anything, but it was...somewhat better for her to get away before she and her dad got in another fight. He was sprawled out, a half empty bottle of whiskey clutched in his hand, the tv remote in the other. Helena grimaced at the pitiful bastard, not saying a word as she turned and left the house. As she skated down the sidewalk, she began to think about her dream she had a few moments ago. Her mom...what did she mean by the "real her"? If you would ask Helena, she would tell you she's always been this way, a loner who wouldn't take shit from anyone, but....perhaps it was just another stoner dream. She was about a few blocks now from the school. That's when her phone buzzed in her pocket. She stopped her board skidding to a halt and read the text. The text...from her [i]boss[/i]. [code]<> "Yo bitch! I ain't fucking around here! I want my fucking money TODAY!"[/code] Helena sighed gruffly, typing a reply and shoving her phone into her pocket. [code]<> "Chill brah! You'll get your money after school! Okay?"[/code] She hopped on her board and started off again, but once more her phone buzzed. [color=f7941d]"Ugh! Fuck man!"[/color] Helena grumbled, once again reading Darren's text. [code]<> "I want it NOW bitch! I'll be in the parking lot. You better have all of it!"[/code] [i][color=f7941d]Darren's at Eastwood?![/color][/i] Helena shuddered a little gazing at her phone with apprehension. [i][color=f7941d]What the fuck is he doing there?! He's gotta be tripping balls, Helena! Dude better not make a scene or we're both fucked![/color][/i] Her hand shook as she slipped her phone back in her pocket, pausing a moment to take a deep breath and compose herself. If Darren was willing to go to her school to get his money, then he was dead serious.