"Ok," he nodded. "Let me just get my stuff." Fortunately they had come full-circle and he was standing right in front of his locker. He fumbled with the lock, threw it open and grabbed his backpack, slamming it abruptly afterwards and clicking his lock into place. "If you're...

Bryan nodded with an agonized look on his face as she fed him a cup of drama. Fortunately she didn't seem to notice how irritated he was. ' Forget I asked ,' he thought. "Umm..." he started. "Well, you'll be ok, right." It wasn't really a question so much as a lousy answer. "...

"You ok?" Bryan asked, taken completely by surprise at her sudden burst into tears. He had a bad feeling that she might be a psychobitch after all. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"I don't do a lot around here," he said, scratching the back of his head. "Except help CJ." They came to a hallway door and he held it open for her. He didn't think about it; it was just a reflex.

"Uhh..." he looked around and wrinkled his nose. "There's like...there's, uh.....no."

"I think you're nice," he said. "That's a very rare thing at this school. Everyone here is a prick." He paused and thought for a second. "Or...like...a prickette." This wasn't neccessarily true; there were one or two people who weren't totally stuck up. But the point wa...

'Great,' Bryan thought to himself. 'Another chick obsessed with her looks.' He rolled his eyes subtley enough that he was sure Tori couldn't see, and replied, "yeah, you look fine."

He scratched the scar where his eyebrow ring had been ripped out. It kind of interrupted his eyebrow in a sense, because the little strip of hair had never grown back on the scar tissue. There was pretty much no evidence left that there had ever been a piercing there. "Yeah, I've got a younger ...

"That's cool," he nodded. "I am picky though. I like Motörhead (this was no surprise, it was on his damn shirt), Suicidal Tendencies..." he started listing. "...Iron Maiden...Pantera...uh, Primus..." he figured that was enough, so he concluded "I listen to what I l...

"Well...I can make a mean toast," he offered. "To be honest, I haven't gotten into the actual cooking part of the cook deal..." He looked her up and down. "Yeah, I don't think you'd be much of an asset on the force. No offense." Bryan decided it might be a good idea to ...

Bryan shrugged. He figured she was asking career-wise. "Uh...I don't know. But I figure whatever it is it'll be easier with janitors assistant under my belt, y'know?" He paused. "Maybe I could become a cook. I'd like to open my own resturant." He was going to continue, but that s...

"My deal?" he repeated, wrinkling his nose. "I dunno." He tried to think. What was his deal? "Uh...well--shit, I dunno." It seemed like a waste to try again, so he nodded toward her. "What's your deal, smartass?"

Bryan had stopped listening about 2 seconds into Tori's rant. "Uh-huh," he'd nod at odd intervals, hoping to God she'd shut up soon. ' Talking to chicks is hard ,' he thought to himself. ' Oh, wait! She's--nope, there she goes again... ' She finally finished talking and stood there. It loo...

"It's mutual," Bryan snorted at the first inquiry. Then Tori asked him about a...girlfriend? "That's news to me," he said, giving her a quizzical look. "Wait, were you talking to Grayston?" he asked, a little annoyed. He didn't give her time to answer. "Do yourself...

A snack bar? ' Well, it's free ,' Bryan thought, wrinkling his nose and reading the name: "Figgin' Delicious". One of those damn flavorless sticks of inedible crap. He was about to unwrap it and take a bite for good measure so's not to insult the girl, but was spared the hideous taste by h...