I wondered what to she meant by 'that's cleaver' at first before i noticed the angle of her eyes. I grinned slightly at that nodding to her softly.

"Well ah do like games, the guitar... and hmm... acrobatics. other than that though? hmmm hard ta say really."

I continued to hold that grin for a few moments before continuing.

"oh and why were you looking up my skirt anyway?"

I said in a bit of a teasing manner, more like a friend than someone trying to be seductive or anything. I guess one thing'll neva change, I'm a bit of a bitch.

I blush a deep red when she confronted me about why I was looking between her legs and felt like some kind of deviant “Umm im sorry, its just these short skirts tend to allow.. I mean it just...” I flounder trying to find the correct words and avert my gaze from her feeling ashamed of my self.

She had previously talked about how she liked to play guitar and acrobatics but my mind was still one why I was looking under her skirt, I wasn’t sure why I had looked there in the first place but I got the feeling she was just teasing me. “Um I don’t really know why I was looking there, I guess maybe im a deviant and don’t know it.” I tell her looking back at her and smile as I chew on my lower lip.

I laughed a little, good hearted laughter anehway, I wasn't making fun of her at all... hope she didn't take it like I was. With a slight shrug I shifted sitting crosslegged on my seat now; the skirt, which wasn't all that short on someone my height, hid nothing now; the shorts did their work fine though.

"Hey no problem, lotta girls here are lesbians or bi or something... or have the damned sailor syndrome and will just screw anything with a pulse they're so desperate."

I laughed again shaking my head a little.

"Look all you want, long as you don't touch like Sable did."

I blush and shake my head “Um I don’t think im gay but ever since I’ve been here on this island I have been feeling kind of umm odd I guess..” I tell her and keep my eyes on her and not her skirt, I get up from where I was and point touching her nose. It was a bit forward but I thought it would lighten the mood “I touched you.” and I stuck out my tongue and giggled.

I sigh as I sit down next to you. “So what kind of music you play? You any good at it.?” I ask thinking the quiet was getting a bit loud and searching my brain to find things to talk about, I had very few friends on this island except for Pia who I met when waking her up for our classes and going to detention together.

I smile at Michael “You know I thought wearing shorts under your skirt was against the school dress code, I might trying to do that though I hate it when I flash my panties to people, its so embarrassing.” I tell her and give her a cute smile.

This here girl, well she was just cute and funny, not like sable at all, nor like Cassie. she was really unique and friendly... kind of more like rose than anyone and I liked that about her.

"That doesn't count and you know it."

I teased before I thought about her next question.

"Mostly rock but, I can do pretty much anything. I'm a pianist and guitarist, more guitar though."

upon her mention of the dresscode I shrugged.

"It says you have to wear the uniform, doesn't say you can't wear something with it anywhere. I mean I don't haveta wear the shorts cause my skirt goes to my knees if you haven't noticed I'm kinda short."

I smile at you “Oh your so lucky to play so many musical instruments, I would love to know how to play any one of those interments, but.... im such a klutz I would most likely sound like a dying animal or something like that.” I giggle at my own stupid joke.

I perk up when she mentioned rock. “What kind of rock you play? Not that stuff that sounds like a cat in some kind of torture device? What they call that? Metal?” I ask hoping I didn’t offend her if she did.

I looked puzzled about the dress code. “Well I don’t recall anything say different from what you say, but I hope you don’t get into any trouble if it is. And your not that short your only five inches shorter then me and I get teased all the time, but we can do something they cant... walk under low branches and not have to bend over.” I grin at you after saying that.

I laughed at her self assumptions. i tapped a finger against my chin gently. I thought for a bit about her opinion of metal music, it was mostly wrong of course but, i nodded gently.

"Think you mean death metal. and like I said, I play a lil of every sort of rock, can play blues too but, also a few dozen other sorts."

she smiled patting the other woman on her shoulder a little laughing once more at her opinion of being short. it made me feel kind of good honestly.

I looked at Michael puzzled “You mean there more then one kind of Metal? How bizarre, well I don’t think I would like Death Metal, sounds like they would only sing about people dying or something morbid like that.”

I had notice she had smiled about something as she patted my shoulder I wasn’t sure what it was, I had frowned looking at the ground thinking the smile was about how stupid I was when it came to music but she only smiled because of the short comment I had made. “Im sorry im not to familiar with music but it isn’t something to smile at.” I sigh and get from the bed and look back “Would you like some chocolates? I found them at my door this morning, I guess I have a secret admirer somewhere in school.” I give a slight giggle trying to look happy again, so the mood of friendship wouldn’t be ruined.

"chocolates at your door?"

I asked now cocking a brow before swallowing shaking my head quickly knowing what those probably were."

"I really REALLY wouldn't eat those if I were you. Students like to haze new irls with stuff like that... they inject home made aphrodisiacs into them and watch when the students start humping the furniture."

of course that happened, I decided not to mention anything else it could be from the stories around the island... and my few experiences of course with the island's unsavory nature.

The box was already open and I had popped one in my mouth when she told me that, I quickly ran to the garbage and tried to be respectful and dignified at spiting it out, not an easy trick to do when you think you just been poisoned. “That’s so awful, why would some one do that?” the shock on my face was apparent to her, as I dropped the box in the trash.

I sighed and said “What a waste of good chocolates, im sorry, I bet you think I was trying to poison you.” I tell her as I plop down on the bed making her bounce up a bit, I reach over to the night stand and get some tissues and try to wipe the rest of the chocolate off my tongue. “You don’t think ill act like a sex crazed woman with that much chocolate do you?” I blush as I continued trying to get what left off my tongue.

"It's how they haze here... school population is thirty percent sluts, thirty percent deviants thirty percent innocent virgins and ten percent us... girls most would consider 'cute' dunno why the hell that proportion is around her but, that's how it is... and unfortunately they think it's fun to see a cute girl acting like a slut."

It obviously pissed me off... and with good reason, only reason I escaped that ritual was becausde... well they gave me milk chocolate... I like white...

"And that lil bit I doubt it. usually it's in the filling."

I sigh with relief. “Oh that’s good, wouldn’t want to make a spectacle of myself or attack you... Hey I just thought of something, do you think that your old room mate may of gotten one of those boxes of chocolate and that was the reason she attacked you?” I asked her, not thinking that it might bring up bad memory of that encounter.

Throwing the used tissue away in the trash, I missed as always. “Dam I missed again, I suck at sports even something with trajectory and angles.” I make a pout looking face as I get up to pick it up and place it where I was aiming. “So what would you like to do?” I ask you, seemingly getting a burst of new energy.

"Really? I don't have a clue! I'm just happy to have a new friend for once."

I chuckled calmly swinging my legs a little as I sat there eyes closed. I muttered something to myself raising a ringer before I'd start humming a little.

"And no... I think she's just a diagnosed nymphomaniac... supposedly are a few in this school."

I was frowning slightly as I had thought about the many rapes I had received already from the monsters I ran into, a few was quite pleasant, in fact I began to wonder if I too was one of those nymphomaniac Michael talked about.

“Im sure it isn’t there fault that there the way they are.” I say thinking of a way to express my feeling with out sounding insane. “There just something strange about this island I guess, maybe it’s the isolation that drives the girls here that way?” I was careful not to say monsters.