Weaving through the crowd away from her perceived source of confused agitation seemed to only result in the sixteen year old running head on into more. Only this time it was not the words and actions of an arrogant Puerto Rican but from a small blonde boy who the Wampus did in fact recognize. Perhaps any other day she or even ten minutes earlier she would have indulged him. The small blonde had one Jesus Rodriguez to thank for her foul disposition.

Eyes narrowing on the boy and restraining her arm from fussing at the holster tucked away in her boot, her single word response was unnecessarily cold. "No." And he could stop wearing that t-shirt and burn the picture for all she cared. She was not an object of infatuation which was clearly what had this young boy lashing out like some hopeless romantic.

Ignoring everything else around her (including you Kyle) Valerie turned her head away from the ballroom and quickly made her departure officially.