[@Luna Amore]

Though as much as Harley listened to Mr. Felton's very interesting lecture over chiaroscuro, the difference in light and shadow, and how it could dramatically affect their photographs, she couldn't help but hear little snippets hear and there from the two girls a few rows behind her.

She glanced over her shoulder once at the...well...how else could she say it...the [i]hussy[/i] babbling about trying to get in the teacher's pants, which didn't sit well with Harley, same with the girl dressing like Friday nights at the gentlemans' club.  Talk about no shame.  No better than those damn cheerleaders in Celina who tried to get with the football coach.

She cut her eyes at the two girls, namely the pink haired one, before turning around in her seat, coldly shaking her head.

[color=a187be][i]Lord forgive me, but what a damn whore!  Tryin' to mess around with Mr. Felton!  What if he's a married man?  Hell, what if he's gay!  Eh...I mean I don't think he is, but that's beside the point!  She could get Mr. Felton in a whole mess of trouble foolin' round with him like that!  I oughta turn around and tell the li'l homewrecker off, but I reckon I don't wanna cause a stir.  Still...shit like that just burns my ass![/i][/color]

She sat there for the rest of the class, her fists clenched at her sides.