Reuben skipped once again to the headmasters office, this time he had been caught for the best reason, or possibly the most random, spray painting a wall completely in the art corridor, with two different slogas all over the place, 'I HAVE MOOBS', and 'Moobs 'R us', well he had 12 cups of coffee so far today amd it was still early, and 3 bottles of boost, so he was slghtly out off it, and the only reason he was causght as after he started writing on his plain white t-shirt, and grey jeans, 'I have moobs' in eyeliner, a bit of a give away, but caffeine basically made Reuben high, in a not as fun as properly high, but extremely hyper, sitting on a chair, he grinned at the secratary,who he was almost on first name basis with well, he skipped down this corridor everyday he came into school almost so can you blame him?...

Allison walked out of the principals office annoyed as all hell. A stupid teacher thought she had cheated on something, and of course, who would believe quiet, adopted Allison Hawkings would do such a thing. Not that being adopted had anything to do with it, but Allison was ion that kind of mood. And it wasn't her fault, dammit...she didn't mean to...she was looking to the side, and the teacher misunderstood her intentions.

She had finally looked at the photo album, and seen pictures of her birth parents holding her, and standing with her adoptive parents. And rage was all Allison knew. It wasn't rational, but it was hard.

She opened the door, and came face to face with a ridiculous looking person, who looked like he was drunk or high. And it was most likely the latter.

Reuben was bouncing slightly drinking another bottle of boost, he had a low tolerance for caffine and that was what the drink mainly was.

Grinning as a girl ame out, "Hey, wha's the bastard like?", he bounced, "Good mood, bad mood, or still a retard?", he asked talking VERY fast, as he started writing moobs on his jeans again, perfectly unable to stay still....

Allison couldn't help the slow smile that came over her face as she deciphered his quickly spoken words. "A retard as always, that never changes. And he's in a bad mood...so be warned." She murmured, chuckling slightly, before looking at him, and the boost in his hand.

"But you on caffiene....that will make his day, I'm sure." She wisecracked, before nodding her head. "Allison." This guy looked like the kind of guy your parents wouldn't want you to be around, but who gave a damn. And what the hell was with all the comments about "moobs" on his jeans....then her eyes widened.

"So, your the one who wrote the comment about moobs on the wall!" She said, before thinking.

Reuben smiled and nodded, "Can't be as bad as last month when |I was smoking in class, i came in here, got called in and lit up in there", he laughed, still talking very fast, "He hates me, and I'm Reuben", you could practically see him bouncing up and down.

"Yeah that was me, I thought they'd appreciate the art off it, but NOOO, they mark it as graffiti", he gave an indignafied sniff and laughed.

Looking around instantly bored he looked at the secratary, "Yo, sexy how long 'til teh retard can see me?", he asked flashing a smile, which she turned her nose up at, and muttered '20 minutes'.

"Yey", he huffed, "What you do, or not do?", he asked still talking at an alarming rate...

Allison shook her head. "Apparently I cheat...and apparently smart girls like me aren't supposed to, but then, what would they know?" She shrugged, before leaning against the door frame.

"Retard would be about the nicest thing I can say about our princi "pal" at this particular moment." She muttered darkly before banging her head with a thud on the frame.

"Moobs....and art called graffiti....how can they not tell the difference?"

Reuben shrugged, "Hmm, you'd think, but noooo, well, I shoud prolly go in", he shrugged, picking up a marker our of his pocket and writing 'I have moobs' on the wall, "I do want suspended for a bit", he shrugged, simply and hyperly, well it was a free holiday, "So your a good girl", he raised an eyebrow...