Tracey's eyes stayed on Lia as she leant against the wall, trying to make sure that the fact that her and Ben walking this line of almost tipping into their usually very heated conversations wasn't taking too much toll on her closest friend - thankfully it didn't seem to be taking too much of a toll, but Lia did seem fairly drowsy, and rightfully so. THey were talking about very heavy things, even for them, this was a 'no joke' sort of conversation - the type they knew would always happen, but that didn't make the weight of it any less in the end.
She shrugged, "He's in your year, not mine. I'm sure one of you has a class with him." She interjected as Ben spoke, glancing down to her nails again. At this point it was probably better that she didn't even bother painting them like she usually did - if they were going to be getting their hands so dirty, it would probably end up being worth more effort than it ended up having in value. On the other hand, painted nails made it a little easier to hide any dirt that might get underthere. She wet her lips again - head snapping up at the boy's suggestion.
The brunette cleared her throat, "Excuse me?" She said, giving Ben a rather wide eyed look of disapproval.