Clyde sighed, he lifted his head slightly and kissed Chantelle's nose, "Hey, what did I say about frowning, it doesn't suit you." He smiled looking at her, "Don't worry so much, I'm still here. Isn't that good enough for now?" Clyde squeezed her hand slightly, "Let's worry about all this stuff later, right now let's just make the best of what we have, okay?" He noticed some jock walking up to them and he sighed. "Hold on a sec." He turned to the jock with a very irritated face, "May I help you Mr. Steroids?" The jock looked at him with and angry frown, "I wanted to talk to the girl not you faggot." Clyde raised his hands as if he was surrendering, "Hey now, no need for hostility, but the girl doesn't want to talk to someone who looks like a rhinoceros, okay." He waved a hand at the jock, "Now shoo will you. You're starting to give me a headache." The jock spat on Clyde's face and angrily walked away, probably to get some friends. Clyde wiped of the spit and looked back at Chantelle, "See, I just helped you escape having to deal with a sweaty gross dick head. There's no need to worry." He smiled slightly at her.