Random people that Liza vaguely knew rarely ever tried to simply “strike up” a conversation with her—much less in the hallways. Most ‘conversations’ she had in the hallways began with “Hey bitch!”, some other obscene variant, a threat, or a simple shove in the back. Thus Thomas’ sudden appearance gave Liza quite the start as she closed her locker to look up and find the longhaired Crow boy staring down at her and talking. Impulsively her hand shot forward, whacking him across the face with her bagged lunch of spicy tuna, chocolate pudding, and capri sun.

She gasped and retracted her hand almost as quickly as she’d shot it forward. “Oops… sorry,” she grimaced, “You startled me.” 

She put her hand on the offended cheek and scoffed. “How’s your face?” she smiled apologetically. 
“Geez, you should be a ninja assassin or something," she joked, laughing-- even if he didn't, [i]she[/i] at least found it pretty funny. She'd never whacked anyone in the face with a tuna sandwich before. 

Thomas Crow. Liza had only ever had a few classes with him—he was one of the smart kids that took the honors classes and got straight A’s and free ice cream at the end of every semester for academic awesomeness or whatever they called it. More importantly, however, Thomas Crow was one of the few people on Sierra William’s mysterious list. 

She suddenly remembered he’d just asked her why she was on the list. Well… wasn’t he a blunt one. Not that she minded—she preferred getting to the point as opposed to dancing around the subject. That didn’t change the fact that it was none of his business, however… even if she [i]did[/i] know the reason. Crossing her arms, Liza shrugged nonchalantly, “I don’t know why I’m on the list.”

She smirked, “Maybe she had a crush on us.” She slowly started walking towards the lunch room, giving Thomas the chance to follow her if he still wanted to talk. But in the meantime-- she was hungry.