Disagreeing

Chanel glowered at him at every oppurtunity.

Robert didn't rise to the bate.

Chanel didnlt back down either.

Robert remained calm.

Chanel got to the nurse's office. Her arms were aching.

Robert held open the door.

Chanel moved through it, almost gratefully.

"We'll be fine now," Chanel told him coldly.

Robert shook his head. "I'll stay..."

"I said we'll be fine," she said, putting down Coco very carefully.

"I know...but I want to make sure for myself."

"What, you think I'll get out my knife and murder the nurse?" she asked mockingly.

"No...I just want to know why your sister fainted like that..."

"She's had it since she was little. Now are you happy? Piss off!"

The nurse scowled at Chanel. "Miss Dwaine...please refrain from abusing fellow students!"

"Well can you make sure that Coco isn;t dying so we can get out of here?"

The nurse shook her head. "I knew it would be trouble letting you girls into the school. Not an ounce of manors in you. What's wrong with the girl?"

"Racist biggot..." Chanel muttered.

"Racist?! Racist?!" the nurse exclaimed. "I'm hardly white myself!" she was indian.

"I might be a hardcore b*tch but Coco is lovely. Feel free to keep her and kick me out then!" Chanel said bitterly.

The nurse sighed, turning to Robert. "Are you here separately?"

"No, I'm just here to check that Miss Dwaine is okay..."

"Both Miss Dwaines are fine. You can go now," Chanel said icily.

The nurse sighed. "Chanel...please...sit down and be quiet."

Robert sighed. "Nurse, would it be possible for me to come back later and enquire after Miss Dwaine's health."

"Of course Mr Garcia."

Robert nodded and left.

Chanel broadcast her feelings in sign language.

The nurse sighed. "He's a lovely young man that Mr Garcia..."

/Creepy git./