He held his hands up by either side of his head, all innocence and morality playing across his face before a snide and malicious grin spread across his face. He shuffled his weight from foot to foot, each movement a threat at getting closer again but never actually moving from his spot. He too had apparently forgotten the presence of the third student for the time being.

Then he stopped moving, shoving his hands into his pockets and hooking his thumbs through the belt loops, a pointed look again levelled at the emotional Sophomore before him, 'Oh come on... don't cry," he forced a pout in accommpaniment to his utterly condescending tone, before a triumphant demenour returned, "And as I recall that wasn't exactly how you felt before..."

He raised his eyebrows at her with a wink, before wheeling on heel to face Andy. "Drama, eh?"

Erin, luckily, did not hear Vince's words. She did, however, hear Andy's pointed "You're a bully." And smiled - slightly - through her tears. At Andy's call, she stopped, waiting for the other girl.

"I'm going to the dance building, just to check stuff out," she responded to the girl's question. "Do you want to come?" It was a bit strange inviting a music major, but Erin felt that she might as well be friendly. For all that she seemed to find drama entertaining, she was a nice enough person. Erin didn't find it entertaining because it involved her, but she did wonder how she would feel if the roles were reversed.

Her green eyes, however, were not on Andy as she twirled a strand of brownish-blonde hair around her finger. They had floated back over to Vince, watching him listen to two other students. She almost laughed contemptuously. She was sure he wasn't listening at all - he never did. He was very different from other figures in her life, yet she was more drawn to him than any other. She thought about her friends and family, but none of them seemed to captivate her the way he did, and she didn't like it. She felt dependent and therefore worthless...

Erin shook her head, turning her attention back to Andy and awaiting the other girl's response. The best thing she could do right now would be to walk away as quickly as she could. Being back in the familiar surroundings of the dance building would be good for her.

Erin smiled a little at Andy's ready agreement. She seemed like a very friendly person, someone whom it wouldn't hurt to have around. Hopefully she wasn't judgmental or prying or fake - those were the worst sorts. She walked easily next to Andy, their arms loosely linked.

“So, anyway, I was wondering if you knew anything about my roomie. Kara Brownie, was it? Or Kira Browlee?”

Erin smiled a little at Andy's fumbling. It didn't take her long to figure out that Andy was referring to Kiara. Although Kiara Brownlee was an art major, she had lived next door to Erin last year and the two had become good friends. Erin was pleased to learn that they were int he same hall again.

"You mean Kiara Brownlee, right? She's really sweet - she's an art major. She takes some time to get used to, though." Erin smiled faintly as she recalled her first meeting with the hyper, immature girl who was a grade above her. "She's a junior, but you probably won't believe it when you first meet her. She looks like she's in junior high and acts like she's in elementary school. But she's a really good artist, and incredibly nice." Erin paused, allowing her speech to sink in a little, thinking about the friends she had made at Weatherfield. Kiara was the person she went to when she needed cheering up, for the girl's energy was infectious. "What else do you want to know?"