Indianna walked into class after lunch and sat right at the back. She rested her chin on her hand and waited for the teacher to turn up, which was a rare sight in this school.

"Hi, Indianna," Brandon said and took a seat next to her. "How are you?"

"Fine," she shrugged. "You?"

"Good," he smiled and his eyes flickered around the class. "Isn't Brooke supposed to be here?"

"Her and Harry are fighting," Indianna said quietly and Brandon frowned.

"Oh," he said. "She needs to break up with that ...