[center][h2][color=DeepPink]Roza Mei Krasnoff[/color][/h2][/center]

Roza was never one to get offended easily, though Darien was going too far in how she was talking today - obviously in a fowl mood for being in the same class as herself. Not that the coloured girl would actually attend class much at all. The blonde narrowed her eyes for a moment, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her right ear, and continued walking passed the front row of desks. Passing Mackien she smiled, a flirtatious tint to the turning up of her supply moist deep red lips. [color=DeepPink]"Hey Ackerson."[/color] There was a unique flare to her voice, openly looking at the attractive young man while Darien huffed and spoke insults. Unfortunately others were actually listening to the little girl. Roza was almost the same height as Darien, though she never cared much since she generally wore heels of boots, so it hadn't been noticeable; in uniform flats it was clear. 

At her desk she picked up the muffin, a bite already taken out of it. Darien didn't bake as far as she knew, it took too gentle of a hand than she possessed. When they had been in bed it was all fun and games until someone got hurt; then it was a fight for dominance between the two girls. Outside of it, Roza seemed the ore relaxed and forgiving of the two. Of course, their fling had ended in a rather large argument. Turning the muffin in her hands, Roza looked over at Gigi, smirking as if she knew the entire time. [color=DeepPink]"Too bad she doesn't appreciate your art Gwen."[/color] Taking a bite out of the pastry she licks the icing from her lips, running her tongue across her bottom lip as she set it back down on her desk and watched Melanie stood up to the young troublemaker. The confrontation ended in the last thing she expected as she leaned back so her rear was against the tabletop of her desk. 

Darien kissed her. 

Melanie raised her hand to strike her. 

Out of character and strangely protective of her, Roza leaned over toward the smaller girl to grab her wrist. Moving forward, in a single stride she reached close enough to Melanie to wrap an arm around her waist and pull her back against her front. [color=DeepPink]"Now now Melanie. DarDar is just envious. She gets none of the attention, has no positive skill set, nor a chest."[/color] As she spoke into the girls ear she looked straight at Darien, staring her in the eyes with the violent violet that others feared. Her grip on Melanie may have seemed soft and gentle, her muscles showing no sign of strain or abuse, though Darien would know how strong she had been once before.[color=DeepPink] "You needn't sink to her level young one."[/color] Being the eldest in their grade, with missing a year due to suspected murder and assault charges, Roza had become to oldest student in her year. 

The Russian girl hated bullies, those who picked on others for no reason at all, and when others weren't looking she often protected those unable to protect themselves, but there was no one else to stand against Darien with any degree of force. The girl was a small wild cat, spitting and hissing at everyone, scratching those who got too close. She watched her, as intent and lethal, focused and precise, as the day they had first met on opposite ends of a fight. She wasn't going to let Darien reign as Queen of this classroom. Not while she was in it.