Helen knew she wasn't that well liked in the house - she didn't actually particularly [i]care[/i] to be fairly honest - so it was easy to pick up on Isaac's avoidance. Ignoring her would have normally have gone unnoticed, as most do ignore the temperamental brunette, but in such a small group it had caused her blood to boil. Of course, her father had always told her that revenge was best served like ice cream: cold. But...Helen didn't have the patience, so she decided that annoying the boy would be enough. Standing up and stretching her legs, she practically flung herself onto him and latched on like a parasite.

"Y'know, it's mean to ignore girls." She said, shifting all her weight onto him. But now that she took a good, long minute, she must've decided on this course of action by the tiniest of alcohol pumping through her veins.