[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#cc33ff][center]Guinevere Stark[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s9.postimg.cc/s013lph2n/image.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr]	Lance's remark about her taking responsibility for her actions made Guin want to [i]not[/i] attend detention. But he was already out the door and she huffed a bit, turning her attention back to her dad on the other end of the line as she walked through the rapidly emptying hallways. "Yo, Stark! How 'bout you hang with us tonight?" some boys on the track team jeered at her and she gave them the middle finger, continuing to keep on walking. 

	[color=#cc33ff]"Pretty boring,"[/color] Guin replied, wondering just exactly how to tell him she'd be home late as she got detention for mouthing off in class. She figured the direct approach would probably be for the best as she entered the detention room, handing over her slip of paper and sitting down in the back. Detention wouldn't start for another ten minutes, so she had some time to kill on the phone at least before it was confiscated. [color=#cc33ff]"May or may not have already gotten detention, Dad..."[/color]

	A few of the other kids reporting to serve attention did a double take when they saw her in the back. She just glared at them a bit and they walked on by, leaving herself in the back corner of the room, alone. She had noticed that Lance wanted her to make friends with other people at the school but she didn't really care. No one here - besides Lance and maybe that kid Peter - was really worth her time. They couldn't keep up with her on an intellectual level - so why waste her energy on them? They were still struggling with Newton's Second Law, while she was tackling Maxwell's equations with ease. 

	If it hadn't been for her father insisting that she'd benefit from the social development, she would've applied to graduate early and go to university already - probably an engineering program at NYU. New York City was her happy place.[hr][center][img]https://s9.postimg.cc/jlstjw9f3/tumblr_lksk4f_Qyn_C1qjt2d2o1_500.gif[/img][/center][hr]	As Lance left the school, a white stretch limo would pull up next to him. Its passenger would lean their blonde head out of the window, giving Lance a winning smile. [color=aba000]"Lance Calrissian, right?"[/color] he asked. [color=aba000]"Justin Hammer, Hammer Industries - I think you and I have a lot to talk about, buddy. How about I give you a lift home?"[/color] Hammer offered. Hammer put his head back inside of the limo, opening the door for Lance, still grinning at him. There used to be two giants in weapons manufacturing - and ever since Stark Industries stopped producing weapons, Hammer Industries was the number one supplier of new tech to the US Military. Unfortunately, their tech was nowhere near the same quality.