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Fallon hardly registered anything that was being said. Rage and confusion boiled in her veins so hotly that she worried she might lash out. Slowly, she raised a hand to her forehead, touching lightly at her hairline, almost a manic tapping. The hand that held the plate hung limply at her side, bright yellow egg yolk dripping off her fingertips. If she could have spoken, she might have said something polite, even apologetic. But when Lucas burst that bubble of control Fallon so closely guarded, it took a long time for her to unwind.

Lifting one heeled foot, she stepped over the shattered plate, heel clicking softly on the ground. Fallon didn't look at anyone. She took slow, careful steps to the doorway, disappearing around the corner. If anyone was listening carefully, they might have heard the door to her bedroom slide open and the lock click shut. Aside from her outburst, she seemed to be fine, but underneath her skin, Fallon was ricocheting in every direction, swallowing the urge to punch a wall. Instead, she slipped out of her shoes, dropped to her knees, and began to slowly count the thick, knotted fibers of her carpet over and over until she felt like she had regained her control.

Back in the kitchen, it had to be painfully awkward. All of Fallon's dishes, pots, and pans were dirty all over the counter and in the sink. Her own breakfast lay untouched by the stove. It was not like her to leave things out like that, but Fallon was in no place to deal with it. If anyone in the room had seen her crack before, they would understand, but to the others, it was probably a very confusing sight, watching a person flip from Dr. Jekyll to Mr. Hyde on a dime. It wasn't exactly flattering, but it was Fallon.

She would not answer her door, or come back to the kitchen until everyone was gone.

Abeline had finally calmed down a little, probably because Lucas had gone back to lavishing his attention on Serenade and then on Fallon. Her ears were still burning but not as badly as before, and her mind had returned to a less gibbering state, which was good. She ate the fruit in front of her, eyes straying around the room as she followed Lucas' movements. He was like a fox, a strutting fox, amongst the population. She wanted to sigh, and throw herself at him, begging to make him into a fur-lined coat so he would be all ov-

The cope and Fallons reaction made her pause in her eating. Don't poke the sleeping bear. But damnit, that weasel was playing with Fallon's a**! A shot of jealousy ran through Abeline, a reaction that she didn't usually deal well with. She watched Fallon storm off and then Lucas departed. Well her personal chef was a bear, so why had Lucas gone after her instead of Abeline, who was a beautiful swan (in her own mind anyway) She actually pouted at this and glanced at the others.

"I'm done."

She'd eaten about half the salad and hadn't even touched the rest of the delicious smelling dish, even though it teased and taunted her.

Standing she went to one of the drawers and pulled out some glad-wrap, wrapping the plate that had been meant for her and walking out, apparently following Azzo and Lucas' retreat. She didn't think he deserved to miss breakfast for being the skirt-chaser that he was, and since she wasn't eating hers, she might as well give it to him. This had nothing to do with getting a chance to have his attention on her.

She saw the two boys up ahead and hastened her pace, wincing because her feet didn't like that idea. "Lucas.... I mean, Hendricks." She called out.

Joanne wasn't much of a morning person. She would have liked to sleep a little longer, but the commotion coming from outside her room was hard to ignore. Yawning, she changed out of her long pink flowered nightgown into a long pink bathrobe. Once she was sure the noise had died down, she picked up her basket of shower essentials- shampoo, conditioner, bath gel, moisturizer, and loofah- and stepped out of her room.

People were milling around. A couple of boys were fleeing back to their floor. The kitchen was a mess. It didn't look like the chef was working, and the notecard for breakfast reservations seemed to have gone missing. Joanne frowned. While she was certainly capable of making her own breakfast, she didn't want to risk making anyone angry. Judging from her surroundings, the situation was bad enough without her making things worse.

For a moment she hesitated, considering asking someone for help. But in the end Joanne did what she always did: try to muddle through on her own. Setting her basket of bath goodies down, she started to hunt for the notecard, hoping nothing was truly wrong.

Jess kept very quiet during the uproar, the only sign of her own anger a slightly flushing of her cheeks and the raising of an eyebrow. How like Lucas to place the blame on Fallon when he'd been the one who hadn't respected boundaries! Briefly she wondered if there were any boys in the school who were not hormonal twits.

Getting up, she went over to Imogen and nodded towards the dishes.

"I'll help. Least I can do for her, you know?"

She quickly snapped her mouth shut before she could say anythign else. Her brand of honesty would only make things worse and she simply wanted to try and help her schoolmate. THe less for Fallon to have to worry about, the better.

-He staggered down the hall, trying to will away the headache that was setting in behind his eyes. His whole freaking day was probably going to be ruined because of her. Not to mention like.. he'd probably never get to step into the second floor kitchen again. Not without it getting weird because Fallon was ALWAYS there.

He was disreguarding Azzo for the most part, too irritated to realize he should be appreciative, when a feminine voice called his name.

Recognizing it, he paused, turning as much as he could without letting the swimming feeling in his head take him over.- "Come to rub it on Abeline?"

"If you've come to kick me in the balls I much prefer a raincheck, thanks." -But then... he didn't catch snideness on her expression.... His expression shifted slightly to something less exasperated as he groaned, rubbing his forehead tenderly.-

Everyone else was busy cleaning up for Fallon, but didn't Fallon hate having any of her things touched? Fallon certainly could hardly stand anyone even approaching her space. Viridiana decided she would be better off not participating in this 'clean-up' of the room; the last thing she needed was to get the chef mad at her for touching her belongings. And if Fallon claimed that it was a good thing, Viridiana was there. It was the truth. She could always say she was helping by clearing up the mess around the table.

...She did do that much, at least. The lavender-haired woman got up from her seat and began pushing all of the other chairs in and straighting out the mats that were on the dining table. At least she could leave the dining area looking nice, and that didn't belong to Fallon so she didn't risk getting in trouble with Fallon since Viridiana wasn't technically touching her stuff. It was for the best.

Once that was done, she pulled a chair back out and sat herself back down. Perhaps it may have looked a tad rude of her, but since Viridiana has done her part of the job of cleaning, Viridiana figured that she could now eat the food Fallon had made before it went cold. After all, Fallon wanted to hear Viridiana's opinion; there was no way that she could give her that much if she didn't try eating it.

Okay, but that wasn't the primary reason why she was eating. The primary reason why she was continuing to eat was because this food smelled delicious and had tasted delicious, and there was no reason to let perfectly good, delicious food that was still warm go to waste just because there had been some terrible explosion between Lucas, Luver Under Catastrophe, and Chef Fallon.

Viridiana, admittedly, felt sorry for Fallon but this didn't seem to be the time to bother her. "I think she would want us to eat, so her food doesn't go to waste," pointed out Viridiana, before she resumed eating her delicious Eggs Benedict.

Serenade had simply remained quiet during the uproar, munching her Eggs Benedict happily, turning up the volume of her iPod so the music roared in her ears and she could fully appreciate every little bit of detail put into the performance of the piece. The girl had spaced out, not noticing that Lucas had actually offered her his room number; but it wasn't as if she would have gone to his room anyway.

When she looked up, Fallon was gone, Lucas was gone and the teen simply blinked confusedly at all the others that were cleaning up. Woah. She had missed something didn't she? Fallon didn't usually leave her kitchen when she still had to finish cooking. Shrugging, she finished her piece of breakfast and then wandered into the hallways, returning to her room to get ready for class.