"Robin, I swear if you pull another stunt as humiliating as that, I am going to de-friend you," Much warned.

"Humiliating? I wasn't humiliated," Robin laughed. "Were you humiliated?" he asked Marian.

Much looked flustered.

Allan walked up to the table where the three of them were eating lunch.

"Did I miss anything in class this morning?" he asked, pulling up a chair and sitting on it backwards.

Robin smiled and said, "Oh, well, some kid caused a scene and interrupted the lecture."

Much crossed his arms and gave Robin a stern look.

"Nice," Allan commented. "Sorry I missed it. So, Marian, how are you these days?" he asked.

Marian never quite knew how to respond to Allan's cheekier questions, statements, or observations. She was always afraid she would walk herself into some kind of verbal trap.

"Fine," she said with a sweet smile.

"Good, good," Allan replied. "Guy giving you any trouble?"

Robin shot him a look.

"Not really," Marian said casually. "Although I think Robin has a big, red target on his back now," she said, raising her eyebrow at Robin.

"Yeah, well I'm sure he has bad aim. Can't see through the eye make-up," Robin quipped.

"At any rate," Marian countered, "I think it's safe to say you're not the most popular person with some people on campus."

Just as she said that, a pretty, perky, blonde girl walked up to Robin and said, "Loved what you did in class! So funny! Like, so so funny! I told all my friends about you!"

Marian's face fell into a scowl.

"Sorry, what was that you were saying about not being popular?" Allan leaned over and said to her, while the blonde flirted with Robin.

The girl walked off. Robin clicked his tongue and said, "Wow."

Marian threw her straw wrapper at him.

"What?"

Much sighed. "You are unbelievable."

"I can't help it!" Robin protested.

"I hope Guy breaks your jaw," Marian said, half-playfully and half-seriously.

"Oh, come on. You are ten times prettier. I promise."

Marian gave a big fake smile. "Awww, thanks!"

She tossed her tray on top of Robin's and got up.

"Wait, where are you going?" he asked.

"Class. Later!"

She walked off. Robin kept his eyes on her until she was out of sight.

"I'm not bein' funny, but if you'd rather have that blonde chick, I would gladly take Marian off your hands for you."

Much gave Allan a shocked look.

Robin snapped, "Don't even think about it."

"Okay, okay. Well, then can I have the blonde?"

Vasey was laughing so hard his eyes started watering. He tried to catch his breath.

"So—so, you just got up!"

He burst out laughing again.

"Everyone was watching, I didn't want to—"

"You got up!"

"Stop laughing!" Guy shouted, shoving him.

The Sheriff stopped cold.

"Push me again and I will cut you."

Guy grimaced.

"Look, I don't know what you expect me to do about it, you big girl," the Sheriff said.

"Make Locksley pay!"

"Oh, grow a pair, Gisbourne. You're the loser who let him take your seat. Locksley is a nobody, why should I waste energy on him?"

Guy looked slightly embarrassed.

Vasey caught on. "Oh lord. Is this about that girl? Get over it. Do you know how many girls there are on this campus?"

Guy stamped his foot.

"I will find you fifteen girls who will screw you tonight, okay?"

"That's not—"

"What? That's not what you want? Hm? What, you want to have relationship? Aww, you want someone to watch 'The Notebook' with, is that? And cuddle and eat ice cream?"

"Shut up," Guy snapped and walked out of the room.

The Sheriff laughed creepily to himself.