"Im not going to answer that question." I said in an anger toned voice.
"Why? Because they are probably real, arnt they?" He smirked.
"Woah, woah. Guys, chill!" I heard a girls voice say.
I turned to see a girl about 18 standing in the door way. She was about as tall as me, her hair was orange and pink, and it was all over the place. She looked at me and said, "What are you looking at? She walked over and took her seat, next to John.
John turned his attention away from me, he went and sat down next to the girl.
"You know your late young missy." He said.
"Shh, dont tell the teacher that." She snapped.
"Why? Where were you?" He asked.
"In the bathroom. Why?"
"You were in the bathroom a long time, were you," He sniffed her jacket, "Smoking?"
"Maybe I was. Maybe I wasnt. Whats it to ya?"
