Jasper looks up again, and blinks at the teacher. Class? "Uhm, w-wait a moment...uh..." He reaches into his pockets, trying to find that piece of paper he had been given. He finally finds it, and unfolds it with shaking hands. "I-Is this the right cl-class?" He asks, showing the teacher the paper. It was, but he wasn't sure. The teacher reads it over, and nods, so Jasper walks over to the desk that was sitting beside Sam's, his eyes flitting around the class, jumping at every noise, his face once more almost fully obscured by his hair. "Oh man...oh dear...I'm so dead..." He murmured, wringing his hands over and over.<br/><br/>He could feel eyes watching him, and he bites his lower lip, staring at the seat beneath him. How did he end up in this mess? He hoped that maybe Kuro or Sébastien would help him...but he doubted it. They were probably long gone from the school by now...He sighs softly, looking up slightly to look around the room, his eyes falling on the girl that was sitting in front of Sam.<br/><br/>Sébastien and Kuro however, were not very far. They could feel that Jasper's anxiety levels had risen, and wondered just what was going on. "Maybe he's got himself surrounded by girls again...that would be typical of him." Kuro says, laughing slightly. "Yeah, that's true...but you can't help feeling bad for him...poor Jasper, he's only ever truly confident when it's either back at the building, or on stage...or when he's with all of us..." Sébastien replies, sighing. They were now walking around what appeared to be a garden, not really wanting to go back into the school building just yet.