Sam looked on as Porter drifted off towards the entrance and away from her, leaving her with the pizza guzzling yahoos. She looked at Porter's diminishing form, half of her wanting to join him in the search for the other missing life forms, well anything rather than being stranded with a bunch of her “peers”.

She drifted towards the group Porter had gestured were the waiting boarding party, she looked around for any signs of intelligence and found none. she got to within twenty feet and sat down, that was about as close as she could get without her fight or flight tendencies being triggered.

She leaned back in the chair, closed her eyes and hoped the group would ignore her.

“Hello sweetheart what's your name then? Mine's Stevens, Mick Stevens.” Sam looked up as tall dark and ugly walked towards her, she groaned to herself and felt heat boil up in the pit of her stomach, she could tell he meant her ill and she was going to have none of it.

“Fuck . Off.”

“Wow!”

Laughed Stevens he looked around to see if anyone had caught his advances being so vehemently rebuffed, unfortunately half a dozen boys were chuckling to themselves, revelling in his utter failure.

“Wow don't you have a dirty mouth! Is the rest of you just as dirty? They say the rough and ready ones are the best shag don't they boys?”

He turned to see if they were now laughing at her instead of him, the heat in her stomach boiled with tension. She had felt an inner rage building in her since her birthday a few days ago and now it seemed to blossom. She could feel this Stevens guy was more than just a loud mouthed braggart. She detected a darkness in him. She realised now he was the reason her fight or flight senses had kicked in earlier. Sam instinctively knew deep down that she had to hit him, take him down before he went for her. For she was certain he would. so as he turned away from her she leapt up and kicked him hard in the nuts. There was a sharp intake of breath from the crowd behind him while a minority cracked up she growled at him.

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“Next time I tell you to fuck off be a good boy and fucking listen!”

“Jesus Christ. You fucking dyke. I should have known, fucking bovver boots and leather jacket. You're a fucking rug muncher.” He looked around his face a blaze with embarrassment and pain and shouted to the group of boys behind him. ”I wouldn't bother with this skank She a rug muncher.”

Sam shook her head she needed to end this, if he got some of his buddies to help as back up she was in trouble, there was no other response she could think of that would end the threat so she let rip with a kick to his head as he looked back and he collapsed unconscious to the floor. She spat at his prone figure turned away and sat back down.

Well they stayed away this time! She breathed in deep. And closed her eyes again. “Well done Sam, how to lose friends and irritate people. Class adjourned everyone.” She murmured to herself.