[b][u]ARRAN WHITE[/u][/b]

Shaking her head, totally bewildered, Arran pulled on the hoodie, covering the scars, and folded her shirt so no blood was visible. Taking a deep breath, she pushed open the door and slipped out of the bathroom. Glancing around she noticed Xander had left his table and felt a little stab of guilt, that wasn’t cause of her, was it? But she brushed the thought aside, this world didn’t revolve around her, much as she might wish that was the case, and also if she started feeling guilt, she’d start sliding downhill again, which was something she really needed not to do. 

Weaving between the tables Arran headed back to her group, they would probably wonder where she had gone, that is if they had stopped listening to that infernal song long enough to think. Kyle would have noticed of course, whether he was listening to the song or not, but Kyle would notice what happened to her, even if a bomb blew up right under his nose. Sure enough when she reached their table Luke was bouncing off the walls, Ben contemplating something, and Kyle was watching her, but at least they had stopped that song. “Are you OK?” Kyle asked softly, “And where did you get that jumper?” Arran sighed, slid into her chair, and covered her face, “It’s nothing I’m just borrowing it. And I’m fine. Really” she added when Kyle glared at her. “Good” he said “Cause I’d hate for you to upset mum.” Arran slouched down in her chair, “Aunt Cass will be fine. I’m fine. Everything’s fine.” 
“That’s an awful lot of fines for someone with blood on their face.” Kyle stated. Arran just looked at him, sure she’d wiped it all off. “Just here.” He gestured to a spot on his own face and Arran hastily rubbed at that spot on her own. “Actually” Kyle grimaced “You didn’t have any, but that just proved there was blood on you face earlier.” Snarling Arran glared at Kyle, he was far too clever, and that would probably get her in serious trouble one of these days. “So, does that have anything to do with where the jumper came from?” He asked. “Mind your own business.” Arran growled, turning back to the table and asking it as a whole, “Did they deliver that coffee yet?”