Ryan looked to Edie and nodded. "I would rather not think about what anyone would say about any of us. Those girls had it coming. Sometimes I wish they were guys so I could deck them and be done with it. Girls take things to a completely different level of cruelty." he whispered, shaking his head. It was true, but to see the look on the girl's face when she got up was priceless. It was a mix of anger and shock. Ally was by far one of the most reserved people in the school, and probably wouldn't be on the radar if it wasn't for the group. He shook his head and sighed, looking to Logan.
"Looks like we'll cover each other's backs for now and later we'll just eat lunch off campus so we don't have to deal with the main lot of them." he closed his eyes and gently tapped his head against his locker. He couldn't remember for the life of him what his combination was and began spinning the thing in the combinations he was coming up with. Nothing. Finally he remembered and made a mental note to write it on his hand for later.
"So, I really think we should all bail out half-day. I don't even want to be here... now." he yawned in between his words, but at least he was still awake, right? A few of the guys on the football team walked over to their lockers and Ryan just gave a small wave and they did the same back. Ryan had played football the previous year in attempts to get a scholarship in line for this year, but after shattering his forearm, he hadn't been able to play.
He looked to Edie. "Where's your first class? Mine's just art. They're making me take it." he stuck out his tongue a bit at the thought.
Ally looked at Logan when he scared off the people staring. "Thanks." she whispered, "Now you're a superhero." she poked a bit of fun at him, trying to get back into the swing of school. It was nearly impossible though, and how badly she just wanted to run away. She wanted to go into the music room, lock the door, and work on her song for talent night. Since the previous days the most she could get was a few edited lyrics to the ones she already had, but nothing else came. She was close to scrapping it and starting anew, but with the weeks ticking away she really couldn't. Not if she wanted to produce something original.
"Please let Mr. Tullner be sick." she mumbled to herself, taking her books into her arm and allowing her purse to hang over her shoulder. Inside she had her song journal and her musical score in progress. She was hoping that music class, her fourth class, would at least be somewhat okay. The choir was alright, the lack of male parts making it a bit harder on the teacher to get them into contests, and since she was resident pianist it seemed, she really couldn't produce her own voice.
At least she got to play daily. That much would calm her nerves, even if just a little. "Is it bad that I want something to go wrong with school, so we let out early?" she asked him, quietly as they walked to his locker.