[@Arista]

When he had searched her face, all he had seen was the tell-tale evidence of drying tears.
[i]tears[/i]. god damn tears. He'd plan to scare her, that's what he'd wanted... but something feral had clicked in his brain. There was no way she was just a student here. Perhaps she was one of his enemies...

"your childhood? oh i'm sorry, did you give yourself a fingercut on your pristine notes in fifth grade or something?" he snapped, a wild look in his eyes. He lifted his hands up to take her shoulders, though it was unclear if he'd done it because she'd been uncomfortable or just to make her more uncomfortable.

"You filthy highborns with your perfect little lives and your perfect little school. What happened, did your parents not buy you your own yacht when you asked? Did one of your rich friends have richer parents then you? Newsflash, darling, you're not normal. Every filthy rich brat in this school has pirvalege up the wazzu. I bet you've never even had to cook your own meal. Maybe you even have someone to help you dress in the morning, for all I know." he snarled, anger flashing violently in his eyes.

 “No one sent me, now let me go I've had enough.”

"Fine. If you're going to keep playing that game." he said coolly, shoving her off him and spinning around so his back was to her. He [i]was[/i] going to find out who sent her. Of this he had no doubt.